Supremacy Games Novels & Stories

I arched a brow instantly, wondering what this game was all about. “This is the magical flame of the Shrekers. Everyone knows the history as it’s said never to go off.” she added. “However, only the actual blood of a human can turn it off. This game tests how much each of you are willing to sacrifice to be respected as a breeder.” A beeping box was settled with her hands around it. “There are no rules in this game. Meaning you’re free to do whatever you want to quench your flame.” The Fox woman smiled mischievously, turning the beeping box on and saying, “Begin!”

Reiki of course ignored her reaction and her words, and proceeded to explain what a Supreme was to Maia. “First of all, Supremes aren’t mere men. In fact for the longest of times, Supremes were all women. The only exception was the 6th Supreme. And the 7th Supreme is the newest oddity, being born a male as well. Grandpa Winks told you this.” Reiki’s first task was to address an error, and Maia was quick to acknowledge that she had indeed glossed over that issue carelessly.

"Under my leadership, safety will be the top priority. But so will excellence. This academy has a proud tradition of producing the strongest, most capable shifters in Europe. And we will continue that tradition." Murmurs of approval rippled through the crowd. "To that end," Principal Bergström's expression shifted into something that might have been a smile, "I am reinstating the Annual Competition Games." The auditorium erupted. Students jumped to their feet, cheering and clapping. Sabrina grabbed my arm, her eyes lighting up. "Oh my god, yes! I've been waiting for this!" "Settle down," Bergström raised his hand. "The games will take place over the next two weeks. There will be multiple rou

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 Iron War has simmered on for as long as I can remember, flaring up every so often for a few weeks of brutal fighting before settling down to months, even years, of empty threats and espionage. Thanks to a ludicrous defence contract, Axion Industries is now the dominant military force in America. Their control extends across most of the Americas, as well as half of Europe and one-fifth of Russia. Britain and Korea both entered the war about a year ago, developing unique mechs and choosing their allegiances. Like the knights of old, Britain's Crusader and Excalibur mechs carry shields and pack a massive punch. The British forces fight tentatively for the American cause, but defectors are c

" He glanced at me but the pain remained. I didn't speak so he continued. "The Title of Supremacy, can and would only be given to the Alpha or King, who proved to be the strongest, wisest, and most powerful. This distorted the peace that many enjoyed, leading to the unscrupulous hunger for power and dominion in the underworld. The title of supremacy carries a great level of power and authority among all the races."

Masasanay din siya na hindi ito kalaro. Right now, they’re enemies in the game. Hindi siya rito magpapatalo. “Modes, kagaya ng competition, hardpoint, domination, at search & destroy. Ang mga nandito ba, ‘yan na ang sasali sa eliminations? Final?” sagot ni Kuya Jigs. “Final na mga ‘yan,” answered Kuya Greg. “Friendly scrim, but let’s play seriously. Treat this as a competition.” “Start.” The first mode was Search & Destroy. Gen smirked when the game started, this mode is VS’ strength. They’re all flexible gamers, but this certain mode is what they all play most of the time.

“Three: Respect the neutral grounds—especially the halls of the Redwood Pack. Any fighting or use of powers outside the designated zones will be punished “Four: Teams will compete for points. At the end, one house will win. But individual performance will also be rewarded. “Lastly: Honor the Games. Honor your house. And remember…eyes are watching from every realm. Good luck.” Another resounding clap followed his speech and he returned to his seat. Asshole. The third person rose up. A male. He stood before the podium. “To compete in the Wolfville Blood Games is an honor. But to win… is destiny. The champions will receive: A direct promotion to Alpha rank, regardless of origin, blood, or title

I King Timodore was unfazed as his eyes darted toward their guest. “We are not defying you, we are trying to stand on our own ground to protect our daughter. The prophecy did happen because the strongest vampire has been born, whom to be called the Suprema Queen. But the prophecy did not mention that the Suprema Queen will need to marry the Supremo King and to be used for his own selfish desire to rule the world,” he said in his firm tone, fear is not visible in his eyes.

Surely, it’s not just as easy as winning a set of games to own the entire school for a whole month. “What’s the catch?” “It’s almost impossible to win, and the reigning champion is Artemis, so no one even dares to sign up for the fear of getting on his bad side when he eventually wins.” “Ah, makes sense.” The game itself is clearly rigged if it means no one could ever beat him, and it’s sad actually that someone like him keeps getting to win with no one to stand up against him. “What are you shrimps doing here?” Kamila shows up from nowhere and stands right in front of us, blocking our way.