Novel & Cerita Descendants Tourney

After all, even if they didn’t find anything, as long as they secured a spot in the top ten, the reward would be substantial enough to satisfy them. “Treasure? Legacy? Hey, why don’t we go there? Let’s go there and meet my two idiotic brothers! I’m curious how far they’ve progressed by now!” said the demon prince, thinking of his two brothers who were currently participating in the tournament. Unlike his other siblings, the three of them participating in the tournament were the successors to the title of demon god—though that certainly didn’t mean the others weren’t included. But since they lacked the necessary resolve, that’s why the three of them were entered as potential heirs. Of course,

She smelled of cheap Academy soap and the lingering ozone of adrenaline. "I am plotting a victory," I corrected. Not looking up from the blueprint of the Eastern Arena. "Which, in this institution, usually requires a murder or two." "The Quarterly Tournament," Neoma sighed. She leaned her elbows on the table. "They announced it at breakfast. Mandatory participation for all cadets. Including Special Assets." "It is a culling," I said. I slid a ledger toward her. "Look at the data. Past twenty winners. What do you see?" Neoma traced the names with a finger that still had a faint tremor. "House Vane. House Grimm. House Ashfang. All Alphas. All heavy hitters."

I pulled him up off the floor. "I'll figure out how to get Hallie somewhere safe. But I still cannot take this job." Brody stood there, wanting to say more but unable to find the words. A deafening roar suddenly tore through the silence outside. The sound of rotor blades grew from a distant hum to a thundering pulse, and the entire room trembled. A black helicopter descended onto the base's landing pad, the silver logo of Lattimer Maritime Group gleaming on its fuselage. The rotors had not even fully stopped before the cabin door swung open.

But it wasn’t. Roy stared at the ceiling for a long moment. It was blank, empty and white. And then it hit him, like a punch from the inside out. The Tournament of Richt starts in a week. He blinked slowly. “Oh, right.” He’d almost forgotten. The biggest combat tournament in the region. Hell, the continent, was kicking off soon. Hosted by the Celestial Watch and broadcast across the globe, with scouts from all factions itching to spot talent. And he was in it. Because, of course, he is in it.

he says with a playful smile. If you’re thinking this is some underground fight that turns out guests no bigger than an underground parking lot, guess again. The Tournament is the largest secret illegal competitive games in the world, turning out tens of thousands of guests each year. While you can only gain an invite at the Master of Ceremony's discretion, guests still pay an entry fee. People forking out millions to watch people die for entertainment. One might call it barbaric or inhumane, but I think it’s safe to say Hexton was a little too inspired by the gladiators of ancient Rome. Scratch that, Hexton’s father. Hexton’s father created the Tournament fifty-six years ago and then he pas

“I know you will make me proud today. I, Elder Ronald Blackwood, will become Luna’s father once you mate with Xavier.” “Daaaaaaad, I already told you Xavier and I are just friends.” She whined dramatically again and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. “Don’t mind her, she and Xavier would make great leaders.” My mother added, her face filled with pride and smiles. Holding back tears, I finished serving them and turned to leave for my room but my father’s voice stopped me in my tracks. “Make sure you look presentable at the ceremony. You’re not going to embarrass the Blackwood name, we leave in thirty minutes.”

I just finished reading the last book when I started to write Descent for real! The title when this was still a draft was actually ‘Can’t Help Falling (In Love With You)’ because I was listening to the same song only the dark version at the time. But I got annoyed because I felt it was too freaking long to be a title. For a time, I settled calling the story "Fall from Grace" in my head but it still felt wrong... so when I searched for a synonym, the meaning of the word descent.. clicked; it feels like it perfectly sums up the entire plot.

She knew that money talked all the time, so she had no problems there. She had a sister, but she was living with a relative in Bohol. Her sister was a PWD ("deaf"), so she shouldn't have lived in Manila alone. So, with money talking again, her aunt agreed to have her sister live with them, paying the right price. Their parents passed away after she graduated from college. Typhoon Undoy took their parents' lives. "Mam Ella, the night is young, let's enjoy," said a colleague, inviting her to the dance floor. Ella happily joined him, with other office mates joining them. She wanted to enjoy herself, and why not? She had been working her butt off for this promotion.

“This new tournament -- we’re calling it the Half-Moon Tournament -- will start exactly two weeks from now. Teams that are evenly split between the Crescents and the Fullmoons will compete in the tournament. Each team will be primarily human, with a werewolf captain, and at the end of the tournament, the captains of all of the remaining teams -- one team comprised entirely from the Crescent faction and the other from the Fullmoon faction -- will play head-to-head to decide which faction will be the Alpha pack of Mountainview for the next generation.” “So,” Ronan said all of a sudden after being silent for so long, leaning his elbows on the table and fixing his eyes on me. “What do you say to

voice serious. "I've received word from the moon goddess herself. She has chosen one of us to be her descendant." The pack falls silent, their eyes widening in shock and awe. Andrea can feel her heart pounding in her chest. She knows how important this is, how much it means to all of them. "Who?" someone asks eagerly. Tyler smiles. "Andrea. The moon goddess has chosen Andrea to be her descendant." Andrea can feel her eyes filling with tears as the pack erupts into cheers and howls. She can hardly believe it herself, that she has been chosen by the moon goddess herself.