Supremacy Games Wiki Novels & Stories

“She’s the heir to the Witch’s Supreme throne. Her aunt, Marilla Darkhaven, has ruled for three centuries. Aminda is next.” I nearly choked on my coffee. “Say what?!” River leaned back, enjoying my shock. “All of Verona City celebrated her birthday last night. When she went missing, her stepfather launched a manhunt. She’s the apple of his eye—and Marilla dotes on her. They’ll never let her go. Only one Supreme Witch is born every few centuries.” A cold dread washed over me. Moon Goddess, why pair me with her? But my wolf snarled, and my answer was instant. “I won’t give her up. I already marked her. She’s mine.”

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!”

Even if the fighters were already Grandmasters, they would never know peace once the Supreme Defenders had targeted them. The reason was the four super-skilled warriors within the Supreme Defenders—Cobalt Dragon, Vermilion Phoenix, Obsidian Gryphon, and Ivory Unicorn—were Aurelia's four divine generals. Especially Cobalt Dragon, who had firmly held the top position in the world for many years. It was rumored that he had already reached peak-stage Grandmaster, and he was simply invincible. With those four figures, not only would foreign nations refrain from attacking them, but even the most formidable experts in the country would show restraint.

She couldn’t stop shaking. But she’d done it. She’d said no. And Kade had listened. He hadn’t had to—not according to the agreement they’d made. She was his. But he’d stopped himself anyway. This was a game, she realized. This claiming and balancing of power between them. An unspeakable acrobatic act. She had always liked games. And she especially liked winning. This would be no different.

This is it, our stubbornness at a crossroads. "You won't?" he says and tickles me. No! My weak spot. He must have noticed how ticklish I am from the way I reacted to his chuckles. "Stop!" I scream and squirm in laughter. "I surrender! I surrender." I finally say. "That's what I thought." he smiles and turns so that I'm under him. "You cheated," I whisper while looking into his onyx eyes. "You never said anything about rules," he whispers back. "Thank you, Liam."

I asked in return. "Anyway joor, just give me the full gist abeg." "Okay. The most important thing you need to know is that I didn't get the contract." "Why na? I thought you said you had everything under control? What happened then?" "A devil and his assistant happened." "All this half half gist, I don't like it oo, just tell me all that happened." How do you tell your kid sister who sees you as a demigod that you were outsmarted by another being.

But if they couldn't get a hit on the elite, the would still be recorded for winning their previous opponent. However, Supremes were not give a second chance as higher results were expected from them. And two records were made, the record for Supreme and ordinary vampires. The stamina as strength tests for Supremes was made a bit more difficult but live vampires (abnormals) were given the same tests as ordinary vampires.

Feeling high by her blood rush, Frea light-headedly replied, still in-taking the god sculpture, "As soon you will entre Arena you will know." Gabriel nodded and started to the Arena, followed by a Noah with equal speed, who was dragging a non-attentive Kaal by his collar, with a tailing Frea who had her mind on ninth cloud. As Gabriel stopped, facing a large light gate, whose surface was shining as of pearls, she faced Noah and Kaal, saying, "From this on stay behind me. The arena is the second stadium of our school made especially for matches. Behind the shiny gate is the dimension beyond time and space. Basically voids, so don't get over-excited to see anything because I am sure a match is

Lucifer said. “But it will, sire. If a Supreme dies in their physical form, their power significantly reduces,” “And if Summum’s power isn’t at its full might..,” Lucifer said. “Then you will stand a much better chance at retaining your position without challenge. When the war is over, you’ll remain the Master of Hell and your seat will remain unchallenged,” Sagarus completed his idea. Lucifer stroked his chin and he had to admit that it wasn’t such a bad idea. It wasn’t the most convenient of plans but it was something; in fact, it was all that he could do and he was going to do it.

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.