Descendants Tourney Novels & Stories

Instead of approaching me, he circled around as if he was looking for something or someone. "Why are you worried about the tournament?" he asked and a dry chuckle escaped his lips. "I felt amused that you mention that. There was an announcement on the portal five minutes ago. The tournament is no longer a regional qualifier anymore. They have invited the National Scouts with experienced recruiters from every Ivy League program. They will be in the stands watching you, Avery."

“Terran. The forest clan. They command the earth, regeneration, growth.” “Ventor. The mountain clan. Masters of the air. Cold but lethal warriors.” “And finally, the Nautas. They come from the beaches and islands. They dominate water, currents, tides.” Aurora listened to everything as if it were a distorted mythology lesson. The elder continued. “Every hundred years, a tournament is held. Three heirs from each clan participate: the direct descendant of the leader and his two squires. The winning clan rules Avalon for the next hundred years.”

Even if other Fire volts try to open it but they are not descendants of the Jivosaa family, then they will fail. Seconds later after Aven activated the pin, the floor in front of him slid open in a two-by-two meter square. A descending staircase was visible from above, leading down to the dark underground. Aven carried Asura back on his back, gritting his teeth as the pain in his wound was like biting bone. The man then descended, while the secret door slowly closed again automatically.

There were ducks swimming on the lake while pigeons were on the ground pecking on the concrete floor looking for food i guess. I sat on a bench and leaned on the back rest. That guy has been following me for a week now, he introduced himself as Shan Zhao and that he was working for the imperial family. I almost laughed when i heard that, but he told me he was serious. I tried to be serious too and decided to listen to whatever he has to say which i shouldn't have done, what he said next was what made me laugh, rolling on the ground. "You are the descendant of the great Emperor. And the imperial family needs you. " He said.

He cuts off Chikanda after being cut off previously. “As you wish father, I am sure you have a good reason for doing this! If I may ask, what is the name of the demon?” “Surgat!” he looks at Chikanda for a while without talking, “And descendant of yours and a descendant of Gwanhoya will be the ones to fight the battle against evil whenever it rises again. That is what I meant by ‘light and darkness’.” After saying this, the boy disappears. “Surgat, huh!”

“When exactly is this tournament? And what’s its purpose?” Elysia’s expression brightened slightly, a spark of excitement lighting her eyes. “This tournament is unlike anything you’ve seen, Danial. It’s held in preparation for entering the ancient ruins. Countless people desire to explore them, but as per the laws, only a select few can enter, chosen solely through this tournament. So, it’s not just any competition—it’s a selection process with serious stakes.”

He was watching Tristan leave. “THE TOURNAMENT IS ABOUT TO BEGIN!” a voice yelled over the speakers. Josh looked up at Thomas. “What do you mean, tournament?” “The Annual City Park Throwdown,” Thomas explained while kicking his board up. “I forgot to mention it on the phone because I was worried about something. It is an open entry event. Tristan paid the f*e and signed up as a wild card ten minutes ago.”

She concluded that this time too, she would return to fight against Keith. "Welcome ladies and gentlemen! welcome to the greatest battle arena since the last 1000 years. Today, Gods will witness his descendants who previously hated each other and fought tens or even hundreds of times in 1000 years, trying to make peace and this time, a friendly battle will be held by the heirs to the throne of the three great kingdoms who rule civilization. So that, they know each other and understand each other that basically all of us in this place are from the same ancestors. Therefore, let's open our big fight!" said a middle-aged man who stood in the middle of a very wide field.

Since his father is the Tournament's sole proprietor, Colin knew better than anyone how lucrative the gambling can be. The Tournament had three major competitions. The first was the Airshow Competition where wyvern-tamers put on a show of tricks and techniques that showcase a wyvern's beauty and agility in the air. This usually involves death-defying stunts and manoeuvres within a set time frame, sometimes with the assistance of magic, designed to impress the judges and the crowd. The winner is decided by the judges' scores and by the crowd votes. This is usually held on the third day of the Tournament as a prelude to the Awards Ceremony, where the biggest turnout of spectators were expected