Supremacy Games Novels & Stories

" *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!" …

His skills were so powerful that they reached a terrifying level. River attempted to control their equipment and use it to take on the Avengers Club, but none of their little tricks could work against Cancer. Supreme Club had won all three games in a match where they were required to win four out of seven, and now the decisive fourth round had begun. The Supreme Club would be the champion if they won that round. Everything seemed to be working in their favor. It was cast in stone that they would take the champion. After the fourth round began, Levant's and the team's equipment remained as crappy as ever, with frequent lagging and with Levant's screen even blacking out from time to time.

Across the circle, Alaric stepped forward. He looked carved from the academy itself. Immaculate posture. Controlled expression. His eyes met hers and held. No mockery. No arrogance. Just a steady, assessing calm that irritated her more than open contempt ever could. A moderator’s voice echoed through the chamber. “Strategic Supremacy Trial begins in thirty seconds. Objective: territorial acquisition with limited assets. Victory condition: total control or forced concession.” A map flared to life between them, projected in shimmering light. Divided districts. Resource nodes. Civilian zones that penalized reckless moves. It wasn’t a game. It was a simulation of power.

The Dual Sovereign Pavilion was just a seventh-grade clan in Chaos Continent. Furthermore, Luther was not even among the top disciples of the clan. Compared to Chris and Edward, he was lacking behind. With those two there, it was a pipe dream for Luther to win the slaughter gambit. The slaughter gambit was unlike any of the other contests. If he wanted to win, the nine other participants needed to die. Only one person would be able to survive. If you lost, you died. Under such a massive gulf in skill, Luther still participated. That confused Fane.

The angelic, doll-like features fade in an instant, revealing the look of a woman who takes no shit and demands obedience. I fight the smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. Lis and I will get along just fine. As long as I follow her rules. “We don’t have a choice. The men–four hundred men, to be exact–from our pack who died yesterday didn’t have a choice. You don’t have a choice to compete in the games. This is your reality, Lexa.” I reach the foot of the stairs, and she steps toward me. I tower over her, casting her in my shadow, but her expression only tightens with conviction as she tilts her chin and grinds out, “You will obey Kaleb’s word. That’s the main rule of this house. Kaleb i

“It’s not a game, Aubrey. It’s war, staged with gowns and gold and a smile that knows how to tear your throat out.” I stared at him, breath shallow. “So it’s like… a competition?” Callum shook his head slowly. “No. A competition has rules. This… this is pageantry wrapped around a purge. Every decade, the Academy hosts it. The Council calls it a tradition. A way to maintain ‘order.’ But what it really does is cull the weak from the strong. Legacy heirs fight to keep their thrones. Deltas and Betas claw for higher ground. Omegas…” His voice faltered.

That is also why I never wanted to mate with him before he proposed something concrete. I took a deep breath, grabbed the duffle bag, placed it on my shoulder, and walked towards the car. The tournament was always held at the Royal Pack, that also meant seeing Paige. Since Romeo is the future Supreme Alpha, he will not be participating as a contestant in the games. That would be cheating. There is no way a regular wolf would get a chance against him. Instead, he would be a referee. We soon arrived at the Royal Pack, and were shown to our quarters. I will be staying at the Silvercrown quarters. In total, were about 50 packs in the realm, but the usual rivals were Silvercrown, BloodMoon, and C

"What did you say?" "Nothing," I flash him a sweet smile. "But then, why this competition? Why not just vote for the Alpha Supreme?" "This isn't just a bloody game, Hazel," Sebastian says, glancing at me from the corner of his eyes "It's a test. War strategies, survival skills, management and partnership. Whoever's the best at it will rightfully hold the authority over our race." I nod, absorbing the information. Who knew? This is actually quite sensible. But then...

“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.”

She gasped out, her tone raspy from all the screams I had made her make of my name. And in that knowledge, in the dark haze of our shared heat and rage, I allowed myself a dark, satisfied growl, letting the damned palace, the damned kingdom and that damned brother of mine to know that, this woman right here, belongs to me only, the Alpha Supreme of the Valtherion, and I intend to keep it that way. Whoever dares to cross next, I will not care or spare, even if that is my own brother…