Novel & Cerita Supreme Overlord

Huey asked resentfully. John shook his head. “The Harrigans aren’t afraid of the Coopers, but it’s not necessary to make an enemy out of them for no good reason. The most important thing is to complete the mission given to us by the Supreme Elder.” “The Supreme Elder…” Fear and respect appeared on Huey’s face when he heard the Supreme Elder being mentioned. The Supreme Elder was the pillar of the Harrigans. He was like a god to them. His order was like a royal decree that the Harrigans had to obey without question.

They all nodded their heads. Alpha Aaron's men will soon be here. Once they arrive, I want you to monitor them and listen to every word they say and watch everything they do. I want you to report them to me. You all know I'm on a quest to become the supreme Alpha and the only way to become the supreme Alpha is when Aaron is out of the picture. He is the only one holding and stopping me from becoming what I should be. I suppose every one in this room agrees that I am the most worthy person to be the supreme Alpha.

For the hundredth time since the limo, since she’d had to give Brandon up, she cursed herself for letting herself relish the pervading sense of… possession. There was no other word for it. It was more than simple power. More than control. It was more absolute than that. More inescapable. And yet, now more than ever, she wouldn’t disappoint him. *** She spent the morning making a mental catalogue of what each “Steven” message meant, how each coded communication translated into a directive that steered millions of dollars one way or another. She kept it all in her head, repeating the list to herself as it grew.

Under the astonished gaze of Shane, Owen made a decisive gesture and issued a command, "Initiate the rescue operation immediately." The bodyguards swiftly executed his order. It took Shane a moment to regain his composure. Was Owen’s subordinates actually taking over the Bancroft family’s territory? "Owen, how dare you?!" Shane blocked Owen’s path. This was no longer just about the rescue—it was about his dignity and reputation. If he allowed Owen to give orders on his turf, how could he hold his head high in the future?

"And how can he threaten war so casually?" Caleb muttered. "Doesn’t the Supreme Tribunal have any power over him?" "Clearly Johnson doesn’t give a shit about the Supreme Tribunal," I said through gritted teeth. "He’s such a tyrant." The Supreme Tribunal represented the highest laws in the werewolf world, and all packs were supposed to obey. Except for a few exceptions, like the notorious Alpha Johnson. Johnson hadn’t done anything after we killed Holly. But clearly it wasn’t because he didn’t care—he was just waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

They imposed a rigid hierarchy across all supernatural beings, demanding loyalty and submission, placing every species within an order of power: The Council - Immortals above all, answerable to no one. The Werewolf King and Queen - Leaders of all werewolves, though strictly controlled. Witches and Wizards - Held under council supervision. Vampires - Subject to strict regulations and territorial restrictions. Every being born with exceptional abilities was monitored, categorized, and bound. Those deemed too powerful or rebellious faced severe consequences, often forced into servitude or captivity. The council had managed to dominate every bloodline that posed a threat to their reign—except fo

"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.

The opulence of their home confirmed that the Smith siblings were indeed super-rich. In their luxurious villa, they treated Gale as an honored guest. He was served exquisite dishes he had never tasted before and given clothes he couldn't afford even with a year's wages. "That guy earlier was Chad Taylor, a Mafia boss in this region. He's been pressuring us ever since I became the CEO of Welmart's Group," Heath replied casually.

The roar of the crowd still thrummed in Kai Lennox’s veins as he pushed into the private players’ bathroom off the VIP locker room. Arsenal had clinched the win, but Kai’s mind wasn’t on the goal he’d buried in stoppage time. It was on him—Marcus Vale, the Premier League’s most feared defender. That towering, carved body, those powerful thighs, the way his muscles flexed under sweat-soaked skin during every aggressive tackle. Kai had been secretly obsessed for over a year, jerking off in hotel rooms to fantasies of Marcus pinning him down, using him, ruining him. The man was pure dominance, and Kai wanted to submit to every filthy inch of it.

I just stared at him, unable to say anything. He introduced himself to me and after a very lengthy conversation I learnt that he was the leader of the group he called 'the Rebel'; That their planet had been taken over by The Force, a group that overthrew the government, killed almost everyone of them with supernatural abilities that refused to work for them and enslaved other citizens. The Rebel was formed to identify those with powers and bring them such that when their numbers grew big they would rise up against the Force and reclaim their land.