My Slayer System: Rise to Supremacy

The Lunar bastion! It was a world of eternal twilight, its sky forever shrouded beneath the crimson glow of two moons. Their eerie light bathed the land in a dull red hue, casting long, ominous shadows over the jagged terrain. The air itself was heavy, thick with an unseen force—a raw, primal energy that crackled with the presence of countless werewolves.

The land was vast and untamed, stretching across regions both deadly and magnificent. Colossal black trees, their bark hardened like obsidian, stood tall in the endless forests of the Blackwood Abyss. Their roots twisted unnaturally, some said to be alive, feeding on the corpses of the unworthy. Beyond the forests lay the Bloodfang Peaks, a mountain range that speared the sky with jagged cliffs. These mountains served as the training grounds of the strongest Alpha-class werewolves, their caves home to warriors who had survived brutal rites of passage.

In the far south, the Crimson Wastes spread endlessly—a barren desert where the exiled and defeated roamed, their bodies ravaged by both the scorching sun and the monstrous creatures lurking beneath the sands. This was a place where only the strongest endured, where rogue werewolves fought among themselves for dominance, hoping to one day be strong enough to return to their packs.

But the true heart of the werewolf empire lay at the center of the planet—the great capital, Fenrir's Dominion.

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Fenrir's Dominion – (The Capital of the Werewolves)

Carved into the side of a massive black mountain, Fenrir's Dominion was not just a city, but a fortress—an unbreakable bastion where the ruling Alphas and their warlords gathered. Towering spires, forged from an ancient stone darker than night, loomed over the land like the fangs of a beast, their tips glowing faintly with pulsing crimson energy. These spires served as watchtowers, manned by warriors who could see miles beyond human vision.

The outer walls of the city were fortified with layers of enchanted obsidian, reinforced with lunar runes that pulsed beneath the surface, forming an unbreakable barrier. Anyone who touched these walls without permission would find their life force drained, their body collapsing into dust.

At the heart of the city stood the Moonfang Citadel, the ruling seat of the werewolves. This massive structure was a fortress within a fortress, its halls wide enough to fit entire battalions of werewolf warriors. Flaming torches of blue fire lined the walls, their eerie glow casting long shadows upon the floor, while massive statues of ancient warlords loomed over all who entered.

The werewolves did not rely on technology the way humans did. Instead, their civilization was built upon a fusion of runic magic and raw physical might. The city's defenses were powered by blood-infused sigils, ancient symbols that granted their warriors heightened abilities in battle. Gargantuan war beasts patrolled the lower districts, creatures bred specifically for war, their hulking frames covered in thick armor-like fur.

And above all else, there was a feeling—a presence—that made Fenrir's Dominion different from any human city. The air thrummed with power, a silent hum that filled the lungs of every werewolf who walked its streets. This was their home. Their sanctuary. And soon, it would be the command center of their greatest war yet.

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Deep within Fenrir's Dominion, the rulers of the werewolf race had gathered. Massive statues lined the grand hall, depicting warriors of legend—Alphas who had once led their kind to victory in the First War. Their eyes, sculpted from glowing red crystals, seemed to watch over the council with silent judgment.

A long table, carved from the black heartwood of the Blackwood Abyss, stretched across the chamber. Around it sat the mightiest of the werewolves—the Higher authorities, their hulking forms wrapped in dark armor adorned with silver etchings. At the head of the table sat the most terrifying of them all, Vornak Bloodfang, the Alpha werewolf. His bloodshot red eyes gleamed with cold calculation, his massive frame radiating power as he surveyed his generals.

Silence reigned for a moment, broken only by the distant howls that echoed across the land. Then, Vornak spoke, his voice a deep, guttural growl that carried across the chamber.

In the room, several werewolves sat but instead of their werewolf forms, they instead chose to appear with human forms all except the Alpha who sat on his finely made throne that was coloured crimson red.

To the extent it looked like it was dyed with blood instead, it still flows down till now. His hulking and towering figure sat on the throne, his crimson eyes glancing at the others that sat around the table.

At the table, three other werewolves sat but they were currently in human forms. A broad-shouldered young man with a massive build sat at the table, his neatly swept-back black hair adding to his imposing presence. The human wore no clothes on his upper body as his upper body was out on display without any shirt on it.

The human only had a pair of trousers on and a pair of shoes while his eyes were sharp as if devoid of emotions and non-chalant.

This was the senior Beta werewolf Varian Bloodfang; younger brother to the Alpha werewolf; Vornak Blood fang. This Beta werewolf was the one who attacked Aurora Academy earlier and the one who killed Vynn; Jake's friend.

Beside him, a chair was seen empty, without any occupant on it. But further to the side, a man was seen seated staring in front as if in thought.

This man was different to the others in the room, instead of a full human form, part of his body was still transformed and that was his hands which were blackened claws.

He also had a strong build but his blonde hair was fluttering in the wind above his shoulders with a lost expression to his eyes.

This was Dredmar Blackclaw; the leader of the omega werewolves pack. Although all werewolves were directly under the Alpha, he still needed to appoint people over the pack and hence the different groups with the most strongest of them standing above them.

And off to Blackclaw's side, a young teenage guy was seen with his slightly lean build, short green hair and smily face. Was Ulric Nightbane; the leader of the Delta pack.

Werewolves were divided in ranks with the Alpha at the top, three Beta werewolves under him which serves as his second in commands, the Gammas which are known as the advisors to the Alpha.

Delta which are the regular pack members, omega werewolves; these werewolves are stronger than the deltas and then lastly, are the runts which are the newly turned.

(See begining of the book for reference! Auxiliary chapter has the description, check it out.)

"What's the information?" The Alpha's deep voice bellowed in the room snapping the generals from their thoughts and back to the room.

"Sir! After our last attack, the humans are more cautious now. They have set up a lot of defenses, recalled their adventurers that are out to prepare for war."Dredmar replied.

"Puny little humans." The Alpha laughter rang around the room. "Do they think their futile efforts will help them?"

"But Alpha." Varian spoke. "I think we have been keeping quiet for too long now. Those humans are growing stronger everyday. I mean, they killed Blip, and are still growing stronger."

"Blip was always a hotheaded fool so he met what he was seeking." The Alpha replied. "What about the other Beta werewolf?"

"He is still back at the human world gathering Intel." Varain replied.

"I'm confused about one thing though." Ulric said. "Why did you order for a few omega werewolves to attack only the planet of a single guild?"

"To test his strength one more time." The Alpha smirked revealing his sharp fangs. "Jake Lucas! The only one that could put a pin in my plans, I needed to examine his strength."

"So, what now?" Dredmar asked. "Do we just sit around and do nothing?"

"He said sit around and do nothing." Varian laughed out loud.

"Indeed, some of you do not see the bigger picture here. My little attack was to warm the werewolves and also the humans up before we strike again." Vornak said.

"When is that going to be?" Dredmar asked.

"Soon. Incredibly soon. But first, we need a diversion. There's something I need to do before we strike full force. So Dredmar, you are leading this diversion. Feel free to go crazy but make sure you don't lose." Vornak said.

"As your lordship pleases." Dredmar bowed down to the Alpha.

"Great! Once my mission is complete, it will be time to show myself to the world and join this war. I can't afford to sit back because if he joins, you all will be wiped out." Vornak said.

"If who joins?" Varian asked.

"Jake Lucas! The chosen one who doesn't know that he is chosen yet." Vornak replied with a smirk. "So I will need to keep it that way. Time to reveal to the humans, the full wrath of an Alpha!" He said as his red eyes glowed with more intensity while the others had their eyes glowing with different colours.

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{A/N}

We have hit a milestone of 400 chapters guys! And

I think I deserve something big for getting this far😁 right? Guys! It isn't easy and so, I'm going to be taking a short break guys in order to calmly stockpile and write the war.

Please bear with me, I will be resuming uploads on the 1st of May... In the meantime, if you enjoy this book, kindly check out my other series titled Magus Supremacy... I'm sure you would love it.