Supreme Game Novels & Stories

"I love you. So much. Never forget that." "We love you too, Mama." Hemston's crying. "Come back." "I will. I promise." It's a lie. But a comforting one. She leaves before they see her cry. The team departs for Geneva at midnight. Twenty-two fighters against the Supreme Council. "This is insane," Saskia mutters. But she's here anyway. "Insanity is our specialty," Kade says. The deadline passes. No response from Jamie. No surrender. The Supreme Council waits. Confused. Suspicious. And Jamie's plane crosses the Atlantic, heading straight into the heart of enemy territory. The real war is about to begin.

Caleb shook his head. “The lovestruck fool is busy stalking his crush, who wouldn't even take a look at him,” Caleb recited like a poem. “Don't you ever get tired of using that line?” Liam asked, feigning a bored expression. Caleb shrugged and changed the subject. “I’m so excited about the coming CCG.” “You should be. It's the only reason you've been on the basketball team all these years,” Liam stated. “Yeah,” Caleb murmured with a smile. “I'm planning on competing for the captain position.”

“I have lived a thousand years. I have participated in wars. I know how to recognize a lost battle.” “This isn’t a battle. It’s the Super Bowl. It’s different!” She got excited, and Victoria, who was nearby, raised her glass. “She’s right, Christopher. The Super Bowl is different. The laws of physics don’t apply.” “You two are crazy.” “We are determined women.” Victoria corrected. “You are surrounded.” Before I could respond, the screen announced the start of the game. Eleanor screamed, William grumbled, Celeste clapped, and Evelyn leaned forward. Her eyes fixed on the screen, hands gripping the wine glass as if it were a sacred artifact.

"This video has over fifty thousand views on the university’s underground forum already. You are the face of this program. The scouts from the league are coming to Friday’s game against State, and you pull a stunt like this?" ​Vance sighed, rubbing his temples before looking back up with a cold, administrative stare. "The disciplinary board wanted to suspend you for the rest of the semester. I managed to fight them down, but you are not walking away clean. You are officially suspended for Friday’s game. No uniform. No bench. You watch from the stands." ​Jake’s heart dropped into his stomach, a cold, sickening weight paralyzing his chest. "Coach, you can't do that. Friday is the championship

[Atticus] Laz records the results, documenting this decision in the meeting log and we move on to the next element of the game--choosing the method. As last year’s winner, I get to choose. “I thought we’d go a bit ‘old school’ for this year’s game,” I announce as I stand and pull an old deck of cards from the pocket of my jacket. “Like Old Testament. How many of you know the seven deadly sins?” Evie yawns, stretching her arms above her head. “BOOOOORING,” she moans, opening her perfectly painted mouth wide. “Sloth, lust, greed, envy, blah blah blah. When did you get religious, Ace?”

No matter what happened to the loser, they would not hold the winner liable for damages. There was also a supplementary clause about the ten million dollar bet. The loser would have to pay up in three days, and they were not allowed to renege on their promise. If they tried, the winner could use all means to forcefully collect the debt, even if it meant destroying the winner’s family and life.

A loud laughter echoed in the area as everyone couldn't believe that a piece of trash who isn't even seen playing any sport was challenging one of the best athletes in the Academy. "What a ridiculous challenge! But since you want to be humiliated that much, then be it! I Steven Ross will accept your challenge, so be prepared to pick every garbage in the entire field!" Steven responded with a huge grin of his face. Meanwhile, a familiar notification sound was heard in Gale's mind making him smile widened even more. [You have created a challenge against strong athletes] [Win the Challenge to get a reward] [Reward: ???] #### Do you think Gale can win this challenge?

But the matter about him dying or maybe me needs to be taken care of first. I looked at Victor. Then at Jane. “We need to bring this game to public,” I said finally. Victor blinked at me slowly. Jane tilted her head. They both had that look like I just said something unhinged. “What exactly are you getting at?” Victor asked carefully. “Well,” I continued, pacing a little because my brain works better when I move, “we all know the Supreme councils love playing in secret. They manipulate from shadows. They erase problems quietly. They control narratives before anyone even knows there’s a story.”

“Fine. You’ll have your deal.” He stands abruptly, mutters something about calls, and leaves. Amara turns to Dante, a mix of awe and shock in her expression. “You just…bought this hotel.” He takes a slow sip of his drink, eyes glinting. “No, sweetheart. I took it.” She exhales, part flustered, part impressed. “You really don’t play fair.” “I never claimed to.” A voice over the microphone cuts through the chatter. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Annual Moonstone Private Auction. Tonight’s collection includes rare gemstones, vintage jewelry, exclusive art pieces, and historical paintings…”

I had thought I would calmly expose his lies, but my body couldn't help but tremble as I spoke. "You disgust me! Since that's the case, I'm done playing this game. Go, be happy with her." Shane didn't expect me to know the truth, and he couldn't even form a proper sentence. "W-What do you mean, you're done playing this game?" "I'll leave this world. I won't appear in front of you anymore." A trace of panic appeared on Shane's face. He clenched his fists, but with so many people around, he still forced a smile. "That's got to be a bluff! Your mission's not complete yet, so your sister will die!"