Supremacy Game Novels & Stories

“We've come too far to give up Xavier. The show must go on right?” He flashed me a long stare before he finally nodded and I instantly knew this game wasn't over. There could only be one winner and that was Xavier.

“The stakes here are not fair.” “How is it not fair? You keep telling me to leave you alone even though your body doesn’t think so. Now I’m giving you a chance to actually make me leave you alone. All you have to do is choose any game of your choice and win.” Dominique is calm as he watches me intently. “You know, you’re at a more advantage here. You get to choose the game and it could be anything you want. Chess, pool, whatever you want.”

"If I don’t get to him before Stacy, it will become much more difficult. He has the power that I need to kick them both out of Caelum, and without it I may not be able to do what I came back to this fucking city to do. " "So you’re going to continue on with this ridiculous charade no matter what I say?" Trixie sighed. "That’s right. Since I didn’t get to get near him tonight, the next attempt will be at the Luna games. " Trixie’s eyes grew wide at my mention of the luna games. Everyone in the inner circles of any pack within a hundred miles of Caelum knew about these games. They were only meant for those born into high rank. Anyone below a delta wasn’t allowed to participate. That meant that

" *Scream!*… The cheering sounds Ravyn never expected to receive echoed throughout the stadium. Blue lights illuminated a small circular platform floating inside the cuboid arena, and above it stood Ravyn. "On the red side, one of the eight Rising Stars, a guarantee of unparalleled competence. Hailing from his homeland with a determination to conquer and become an esteemed hero, he is the man with the mightiest physical strength in this tournament—Supreme Warrior, Thwar!" *Scream!!* "Whoa!!!" "Yeah!" …

Emily giggled, opening her note pad. She cleared her throat, trying to look professional. "So," she said, glancing up at me through her thick lenses, "first game of the season. Forty-two to ten. How does it feel leading the Lions to such a dominant win?" I leaned back against the railing, folding my arms. "Feels exactly how it should," I said easily. "We worked all summer for this. Conditioning, drills-this wasn't luck. It was preparation." She nodded quickly, scribbling. "There was a lot of pressure on you tonight. Defending champions, captain, all eyes on you. Did you feel it?"

The sigils beneath my feet pulse erratically. Nyxara laughs, sharp and brittle. “You don’t get to refuse. That’s not how the Game works.” Dax steps forward until he’s between me and the blade. “Then the Game is broken,” he says simply. The air splits. A crack races across the arena floor, jagged and violent. The sigils flicker, some dimming entirely. Nyxara stumbles back a step. “No,” she snaps. “Stop this.” I feel it then, the shift. The Game isn’t reacting to defiance. It’s reacting to choice. My choice.

Anika Hart took a step back, wineglass in hand, and looked around the crowded ballroom. The fund-raiser was intended to be more fun than business, yet business was on her competitors' minds. Casper Sullivan stood in the middle of a large crowd across the room. He appeared at ease, as if he was in his environment, with an easy smile. It should be illegal for a man to be that attractive. Anika loved a man who was sure of himself. Given the long, probing stares they'd exchanged in recent weeks, she'd be a fool not to consider where things may go, if only he wasn't a potential customer. She was desperate to land this client.

No matter what age or gender can't be spared in the least. Even those who can't protest were caged like animals just so the dominion could use them as they please. What a typical 'conqueror' gameplay. He played this sort of games at times but since he felt this was something that he couldn't handle, he quitted. However, the knowledge and experience of playing such games led him to know some of the important points. One, the big nations always have some sort of feud. Of course, they'd fight for power and influence.

I grunted. "Well, this one is important. Since you're new you might not know this, but everyone here is playing a death game. An assasination and survival game to be exact." "A 'what' game!?" I almost raised my voice, "What do you mean?" now saying it softer.

“It exists a thousand years ahead of your time. Here, it is 2021. There, it is 3021. The geography mirrors Earth’s, but its population is smaller, tightly controlled. Resources are abundant. Our technology far surpasses anything here.” Mauve rolled her eyes. “And what does that have to do with me?” “I said, questions later.” His tone snapped like a whip. He continued, “It began with the First One—Arnold Dein. Descendant of Earth. No one knows why he was chosen, but when his gifts manifested, he opened the portal to Elite. From him, the monarchy began. Each ruler is a descendant of Earth, marked by abilities. There have been seventeen so far, Mauve. You are to be the eighteenth.”