Supreme Author Scp Novels & Stories

The Founder’s eyes shifted. “Now you decide whether you stand beside her.” The final countdown hit ten seconds. Nine. Isabella’s chest rose and fell sharply. Eight. Seven. She looked at her father. At the Founder. At Alexander. Six. Five. Everything she believed had just shifted. Four. Three. Her phone vibrated violently. New notification. Primary Authority Confirmed: Isabella Voss. Supreme Executive Access Granted. Two. Alexander’s screen displayed one final line. Co Controller Option Available.

Maybe Father had felt the same way, that Sigewuf would grow up without a pack, without a father, because of him. The information made sense. It connected everything. And yet it ignited something furious inside him. He reached for his phone to call Sigewuf—then stopped. Not yet. Not until he finished the drive. He set the phone down and clicked the next file: New World Order Subfile: CAMILLE He opened it. What he saw made his blood freeze. --- The scientists in the Powerblocks were creating a super-breed; lycans engineered for obedience, creatures they could mind-control.

There were many realms, the Succubus realm was another realm which now Eureka belongs to, but this was the realm of the Worlds Beyond: It was the realm that Oswald the Stranger served and Willy Goodwill also served the realm’s purposes and interests, but sometimes Willy does so, unwillingly. There was an aura of immense energy in the chamber. Any puny, mere mortal humans who were to appear before them at that moment, their puny human bodies won’t stand a chance against the intensity and they would simply fade away from existence. The Supreme Master was from a race of powerful beings. The Supreme Master was the most powerful of them all. He had enough power to shatter entire planets. He sat o

Alex asked, her voice trembling with anticipation. Anya sighed. "The Supreme Gods are the most powerful beings in the universe," she said. "They are said to have created all things, both human and supernatural. They are also said to have given certain individuals the power to wield their supreme energy. These individuals are known as the Chosen Ones." Alex's eyes widened in amazement. "So, it's true," she whispered. "There are werewolves who can wield the power of the Supreme Gods." "Yes," Anya said. "But it is a very rare and dangerous power. The Chosen Ones must be careful not to misuse their power, or they could destroy themselves and the world around them."

The decree hereby has been announced. I stayed rooted at my spot and shocked to my core in disbelief. The same was true for every single soul in the Supernatural Kingdom. I was the single most powerful figure in the entire supernatural universe, even more than the Lycan King himself! I was the supreme ruler as Supreme Council, in other words. My word would be absolute. Even for Sebastian! Every knee bent. The decree rang through the kingdom, each word striking deeper than the last. Queen. Supreme Council. Absolute authority. The weight of it pressed into my chest, sharp and staggering.

As Philip walked in, the fat middle-aged man put down the snacks in his hand, got up with a smile, and said with a bow, “Young Patriarch Clarke, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Brad Sacha. You’re indeed a talented and good-looking young man. You’re a good role model for the younger generation. With young talent like Young Patriarch Clarke in the South, it’s really a gift from heaven—” The moment he opened his mouth, it became obvious he was an old fox. Philip interrupted Brad Sacha’s speech and said coldly, “Mr. Sacha, are you in charge of the Southern division in the Supernatural Bureau?” Seeing Philip’s indifference, Brad restrained his flattery but still smiled and said, “That’s right, I’m in

Being the Supreme does not necessarily mean being the strongest werewolf in the literal sense but instead, the most powerful, in authority and influence— and it's because the Celestial Warden is the only living werewolf per generation that could directly communicate with the Moon Goddess. After the Nine Servants were disbanded, there became only one chosen conduit between us lycans and the deity, which is the Supreme. As such, the Supreme holds the most respected power and authority. Then the Holy Parliament follows. A committee of high priests that acts as the representatives of our continent and bridges the four divisions of North, South, East, and West. The third level in the hierarchy ar

"Who are the Tsukuyomi assassins? I've never heard of them before." Gabriel turned to face me, and I could see genuine fear in his eyes for the first time since I'd known him. "They're the most ruthless, highly trained assassin organization across all seven continents. They're organized and funded directly by the Alpha Supreme himself, and they're only ever called in for the most important, most sensitive jobs. Targets that absolutely cannot be allowed to escape or survive." My blood ran cold. "So you're saying—" "That means the Alpha Supreme himself is after you too," Zayne finished quietly, squeezing my hand. "Not just the Hunters, but the most powerful supernatural leader in our entire wo

The display went completely black, replacing her secure desktop with a single, glowing red terminal prompt. Sophia’s heart hammered against her ribs. She didn't move toward the desk. She remained standing by the cabinet, her muscles instantly tensing into high alert. The terminal prompt began to type out text automatically, line by line, in a cold, mechanical cadence. SYSTEM OVERRIDE: AUTHORIZATION LEVEL ZERO RECIPIENT: SOPHIA LANG SENDER: UNKNOWN / GHOST PROTOCOL The text paused for two agonizing seconds, the cursor blinking violently in the dim room. Then, a new line appeared:

“See that guy over there?” I followed the direction of his trembling finger and in that moment it felt like the earth shifted under my feet. My eyes were caught in a shimmering pool of blue fire that seemed to burn me from the inside out. I couldn’t look away. “Who is it?” I just about heard Corrine’s question or the roaring in my ears. “It’s him. We are in so much trouble.” “Him who?” Corrine sounded confused. “The King. The guy who rules the world.”