Supremacy Games Wiki Novels & Stories

But she just widens her eye and looks at me with disbelief. "You don't know that? The Campus Supreme?" she asks. I am sure my face is a question mark right now, so she just continues. "Every year, the school crowns a Campus Supreme. A Supreme Female and a Supreme Male. They are usually the students with the most impressive portfolio in all fields: academic, sports, social, and popularity. Why do students aim for these seats you might be asking... well free tuition, new mansion, new car, the popularity, the respect... and the opportunity for enlightenment."

I forced breaths through my nostrils. Ryder turned off the freeway and down a lone road. Tall trees adorned both sides of the road. “What do you think will happen if he no longer desires betas?” I could imagine it. Supremes were at the top of the food chain with the strongest desires. Desires betas could never replenish. Supremes hated each other. They never dated. Never agreed with anything. Why? Because both parties needed to dominate their partner. Alphas were superior to omegas, never the other way around. Yet, Supreme dominant omegas craved to dominate their alphas. The sensation was strong enough to drive us in a temporary mania. Betas never understood this. They could never comprehend

A pleased grin tugged at his lips as he whispered to himself, "Nailed it. My Supreme Transcendant Art is now at level five. With the power I have now, I can channel energy into force." A spark of excitement flashed in his eyes as he rose, ghost-like, from his seat. "The decade-long restriction is lifted. I can finally tap into the advanced healing arts my dad passed down to me. They say you need to be at the fifth level of the Supreme Transcendant Art to wield the Five Golden Instruments, to control them with your energy. The healing power? Unmatched."

he gritted his teeth, his request hard on him and taking large chunks of his pride, "not to hurt your future stepsister." "I won't," I nodded, conceding to his request, "if she learns to hold her tongue and know her place, especially around me." It was obvious that she was a feral, feisty spitfire... A fighter with a lot of pride and fire. But I have broken more than just bones in my bloody climb to the top. The pride and ego of proud, resilient men and faithful soldiers of rival mafias was always the most fun to break. Oh, I'll enjoy breaking her immensely.

Above the ring, the overlay updated in fat, confident fonts: SELDANE VAELOR – CHAMPION WIN STREAK: LEGENDARY CROWD FAVORABILITY: MAXIMUM Another line burned under it, harsher: \[CHAMPION – WILD CARD.\] \[MAY BE DEPLOYED INTO ANY MATCH FOR SPECTACLE BOOST.\] No consent clause. No refusal metric. My mouth went dry. They’d codified her into a feature. Not a woman. Not a player. A function. So she wasn’t just a contestant. She was an asset. A walking ratings spike the system could drop into whatever round needed more blood. A scalpel it could wield at any moment, slicing through whatever fragile alliances or quiet, low‑rating matches it didn’t like.

The fight had turned into a violent confrontation, and I didn't know how to get out of it without causing more damage. "And that's all we can expect from the Supreme Alpha, a beast without control, dominated by his inner wolf, cruel and powerful, capable of killing anyone who defies him. The Supreme is almost inhuman, and many say he is as violent as a wild animal. Perhaps, in the end, everyone was right... you're nothing more than a cruel monster, and I didn't want to believe that," she cowered in the corner of my office, crying.

They were his allies in this game, and together, they would execute the plan flawlessly. Little did Horacio know that he was walking into a carefully orchestrated trap. Max had meticulously planned every move, every conversation, to manipulate him and expose his true colors. It was a game of psychological warfare, and Max was determined to emerge as the victor. The night wore on, and Max's mind buzzed with anticipation. The stage was set, and the battle had begun. He would navigate through the intricate twists and turns of this revenge, leaving Horacio shattered in his wake. With a renewed sense of purpose, Max raised his beer and proposed a toast to friendship and loyalty. His friends clink

"The narrative wants me to perform, to rage, to prove their monster real. I will disappoint them. I will win without cruelty. I will survive without becoming what they need me to become." But the Games were not merely Games anymore. Every duel was cover for surveillance, every match a stage for recruitment, every victory or defeat a data point in the Council's calculation of who could be bought, who could be broken, who could be turned into the particular weapon they needed for the sequence they were still writing, still editing, still forcing toward its predetermined end.

"Dominic, take the ledger. Burn it. I want no record of the mongrel in this building." "Of course, Father," Dominic said. They walked out, leaving me alone in the cavernous room. I sat there for an hour, staring at the empty chair where Silas had sat. I reached out and touched the obsidian table, feeling the cold stone. I was the Chairperson. I was the Sovereign. I was the most powerful woman in Manhattan. And as I looked at the closed doors, I realized that I had won the war, saved the man, and lost my soul in the process.

“A game skilled Tempans made just for the summit. You get transported into the game and fight against any leader of your choice” “That’s nice. I’m really digging that Luvinan woman” Danny said stepping onto the platform. “The Supreme overlord” Kieran corrected. “Why not all of them?” Clara asked. “Can you handle them Clara?” Kieran asked and Danny could hear the teasing tone in his voice. “I can handle everything” Clara said already cocky. “Okay, you ready?” the Tempan in charge of the game with a crazy hairstyle asked. “Yes” we are Danny replied and they were hit with a beam.