Duel Novels & Stories

I said, my voice resounding. Alan turned his gaze to me, his hands already trembling in fear. “And to sweeten the rules of this contest,” I added. “This shall be a duel to the death.” The courtyard erupted, roars filling the air. And the duel began. Alan roared… if one could even call that a roar. It sounded too thin in my ears, like a gamma who had grown comfortable in herbs and potions. He threw himself towards Seav, letting his claws out. Any fool would expect Seav to cower. But her size was no disadvantage. It was her greatest weapon and she used it.

Liam stopped sipping his tea at the mention of that name. "Which color and number." "Black and the number one, Your Highness." The narrowed eyes of the Duke turned dangerous. It was well known that the man from the family of fairies called Allen Dulein was once the fierest competitor of the tournament. He was always a step behind from winning against Liam. "What about Ilian?" "He will start in the second stage, Your Highness, he is ranked third." "Good," Liam had not forgotten the man that stole a smile from his wife. He knew he was going to participate from the second stage and that is why he agreed to start in the same group.

Will had no previous martial arts experience, however he took a stance that seemed the most logical from what knowledged he had absorbed from media in his previous world. The ȧduŀt Goblin looked at Will with a very surprised expression, but surprisingly started to laugh. The Goblin walked closer with his stick aimed at Will, but not in a threatening manner, he looked almost playful. However the sharp toothed grin on the Goblins face still made him look menacing. Once the Goblin reached Will, he started swinging the stick. Will had taken a wide legged stance giving him more stability, so once the swings that he parried didn't knock him on his back, the Goblin was surprised. The swings started

"The victor is Malcom of Riverpack! The mate of Lady Elsie has been decided! Let all present witness and honor the judgment of the duel!" Elsie's mother rose from her seat, her expression unreadable. Her father stood beside her, his jaw tight. "It is done," Garrath said, his voice low. "The duel is over. Malcom is the victor." Elsie did not answer. She could not. Her throat was too tight, her chest too heavy. She looked down at the arena, at Finnick's still form, at the blood spreading across the sand. She looked at Malcom, triumphant, his eyes finding hers, his smile wide.

he hissed. He laid her down, his movements rough and efficient. As he began to thrust his fingers into her, her body shook with the force of it. Watching my best friend tremble under his touch sent a flare of jealousy through me. I wanted it to be me. I mirrored her movements, my own fingers moving frantically as I watched him finally enter her. He slammed into her with a raw, primal intensity. I bit my lip to stifle a moan, terrified they would discover me lurking in the dark.

"There is no error in the system." "That is impossible," Dante argued, pressing his hands against the counter. "My family specifically paid for private boarding. I am not sharing a suite with him." "The Blackridge administration finalized the assignments three months ago," the man replied, adjusting his glasses. "The Vanguard Initiative requires top-tier candidates to undergo rigorous stress-testing. The board intentionally paired legacy rivals together in shared suites to evaluate conflict resolution and psychological endurance." A freezing silence washed over the lobby desk. "Intentionally paired?" I repeated in a strained voice as the reality of the situation finally sank in.

“My rage is fire. But their lives are my flames.” I reached across the twins to Tristan. “Let’s walk into hell… together.” The cursed wolves surged, and Dante raised his dagger—the throat rune blazing. I raised my hand, twisting time’s heartbeat. Pearl and Luis bounded forward—twins and parents unified. Together, we stepped into their shadow as— The Final Duel begins.

They looked scared. “The duel between Alpha Kael and Alpha Darius,” the head Elder announced, “shall consist of three trials.” Everyone went silent. “In the first round,” the Elder continued, “you shall wield your family crescent blades, those used by your ancestors centuries ago.” “The rules are simple,” the Elder continued steadily, “For the first round, anyone, any of the two Alphas, who bleeds first loses. Death might be inevitable.” A collective gasp ran through the crowd. Kael and Darius stared at each other intensely, neither willing to blink first.

My eyes widened in shock, and even the people from Honeypine gasped loudly at the offer. I whipped my head around to look at Liam, lost because I didn't know anything about this "old way." “What does she mean by that?” I asked, confused and bleeding in my voice. “She means she will duel anyone they choose from Honeypine with combat. And most of the time the duels are always fought to the death.” “What?!” I yelled out, taking a step forward to stop her from making such an irrational decision. She needed to remember that she had a little daughter waiting for her, and she had Liam now.

He explains, but I can't see the bowls. I stand on my tiptoe and take a peek over the tall guy's shoulder who is blocking my view. "We have divided everyone into the two bowls randomly. Now we will draw out names from each bowl to decide who is going to fight against whom." "We will have only 5 duels today," Mateo adds, pulling the mic held in Dylan's hands to his lips. I watch Dylan nod. Okay...great.