Duel Runners Novels & Stories

"Welcome to the Gauntlet Run. Racers will navigate a three-mile course through the Ravine Sector. Only the top four finishers advance. The rest are disqualified." Disqualified. Such a clean word for what really happened. The course map appeared on the screens. Narrow pathways, collapsing bridges, and a stretch called the Killing Floor where the path split into three routes. According to Ash's intel, only one route was safe. The other two led straight into traps designed to look like accidents. I touched my helmet, feeling the tiny camera Juno had installed. It was active. Recording. "Racers, take your positions." I moved to the starting line. A girl next to me was shaking so badly I could he

I say through a throbbing head, and raise her arm to start the countdown. She squirms and doesn't stop struggling, trying to knee me in the belly, in my groin, even the headbutt, but the number 3 leaves Dylan's lips, and the whistle blows through our surroundings again. "The duel is over, and the victor is Issac," Dylan announces.

Their goal is Alpha Black because that's their priority. It didn't take much time, because after five minutes…the land was already bathed in blood. The daggers that Farhan and Mr. Ahmed were carrying had turned red because they were full of blood. They walked back towards the mansion. Farhan and Mr. Ahmed breathlessly, while Sandro and Remus with relaxed faces. At least they don't have to run away anymore. “I will marry Rene in a human way…I don't want to live in a pack. I want to live my life along with humans. I am sick or Alphas.” Sandro muttered.

She too was holding a blue chip. “Oh my, does this mean we will be teammates?” Nellie happily asked. I “Okay everyone, now find your pairs. When you find your pairs choose a glass barrier and you may begin your duel. The duel will end when the opponent falls to the floor.” The professor proudly proclaimed. “What?” I verbally voiced out. I casted a glance at Antonella but she too was in appalled by what she have heard. “Now, everyone, move your feet time is running, the person who will win will get the higher merit of course. Good luck wizlings, I will be here observing the battle.”

It was such an adventure to write, and I am excited to say the adventure continues in the sequel, "Chase." Your favorite side characters will be pulled to the forefront as the beginning of the war the hunters alluded to takes hold. Mate bonds aren't what everyone wants, and they can prove to be quite the hinderance - especially when they fail to see that the universe has a bigger plan than just their destined lover. No one likes to admit they can be the difference between life and death, etiher. No one truly loves change, but sometimes it's necessary to chase after it. ********* *********

Then it was gone. An elder stepped forward between them, raising his voice. “This duel will be fought under the laws of our pack. No weapons. Only claw and strength. The fight ends when one can no longer continue.” A pause. A breath. “Begin.” They didn’t rush at yet…. They circled each other slowly, each step deliberate, each movement measured. This wasn’t just a fight. It was a test.. Then Ragnar moved fast. Faster than most in the crowd could follow. His strike landed hard against Prince’s side, forcing the air from his lungs as he was driven back several steps.

Three days. The number hung over the place like a heavy, dark cloud. The unnatural red tint of the blood moon had faded, but the psychological chill Malphas left behind remained. In seventy-two hours, the duel would begin. If Duncan won, the South would find peace. If he lost, Amora and her children would become the property of a monster. On the first morning of the countdown, the mountain mist was thick and freezing. Down in the mud of the estate’s private training yard, two men stood facing each other.

Fuck all of them. The head instructor, some brute with a voice like gravel and a scar running down his cheek, stepped forward, his boots thudding against the stone. “Duel rules are simple,” he barked, his gaze sweeping over us like we were nothing. “No lethal force. No forbidden magics. Yield to the instructor’s call and to target sigils.. step beyond, and you forfeit.” He paused, his lips curling into something that wasn’t a smile. “This stage tests one-on-one skill, control, and will. Pairings will be announced.”

For the first time in five years, my dreams were free of him. Two days before my departure, a message from the Neutral Territory arrived. All healers applying for the program were required to submit a complete medical report. I thought little of it until my routine checkup at the clinic. One result shattered everything. "Congratulations, Luna Jean," the healer said, her voice trembling with barely contained excitement. "You're twelve weeks pregnant, with… twins." Her eyes gleamed with awe, as though witnessing a miracle. "Have you heard the prophecy?" she whispered. "The one that spread across the packs? A Luna would bear twins—not ordinary heirs, but children destined to change the fate of

A ripple goes through the crowd, and I catch sight of a few females fanning themselves, their eyes lingering on him a little too long. He makes his way to the front, his presence alone enough to quiet the restless murmurs. When he turns to face them, his voice carries across the clearing —deep and commanding. “The duel is bound by old laws,” he announces. “There shall be no interference. The results will be based solely on the performance and strength of the contestants.” A chill spider walks down my spine. His gaze sweeps over the crowd before settling on me just for a heartbeat. “Victory is claimed when one fighter yields,” he continues, then pauses, his eyes holding mine. “Or can no longe