Duel Runners Novels & Stories

Only… people of the Underworld know it. "The rules of the duel will be… whoever decided to abdicate from the duel will automatically lose. Whoever who're unable to continue the fight can also surrender. And whoever took a step out from the floor mat will also lose. When any of these conditions was reached, the duel will be stopped." Leonard looked at Damian as if asking for permission or approval and when Damian didn't make any response, he added, "Weapons are not allowed! Whoever uses any weapon or hidden weapon first and violates the rule of killing or attempting to kill your opponent will also count you as a loser with a punishment that is bound for you to receive no matter what!"

In North America, duels are only used to settle serious disputes, not for the fun of it, and certainly not to take positions away! 'What the hell have I gotten myself into!? What's the essence of getting a position that I won't be able to keep? What's the essence of getting a position that would get me disgraced or killed in front of thousands of shifters and humans?' I ask myself again while imagining myself fighting in front of the kind of crowd that came to watch the duel between Thor and his brother...

I knew that I might not be able to win, but I'm going to make that possible in any way I can. Soon the duel will be announced, and I'm going up against an alpha. It was said that everyone would have some rest, and that's after fighting their first opponent. It was said that whoever wins in the duel will be up next against each other. Only four winners are expected after the first round, and I have made up my mind to win in the first round. I knew that I might lose in the second round, but I'm going to do everything possible to win.

Cane added, but what he said slightly confused me. I shifted to face him. “What did you say? Runners… escaped from our Pack? Weren’t these rogues?” Cane’s eyes widened like he realized something, and just then, Cal steps up and gives me an awkward laugh. “Yeah, yeah, he meant rogues. This idiot is just running on fumes so he’s getting some things confused. Right, Cane?” He turns to his brother with gritted teeth. Cane quickly nods his head. “Exactly! My bad. I— I should go. I mean, we should go. Got a lot of stuff to do, still. All work, no play. Ha-ha.”

He curtly bows his head, a smile on his face. I return the gesture. And shift my attention back to Gerald, who yields after Noah had him in a headlock. “Fuck!” Gerald growled as Noah stood up, turning to Xavier. “You are next” He points to Xavier as I raise my eyebrows turning to Joshua. “I thought you it was a duel” “It was but now it is the last man standing,” Taylor says over my shoulder “Or woman in this case since you and Becky are also part of it” It doesn’t take Xavier long before pinning Noah, who was distracted by a blackwood woman, as Lucius shakes his head.

“Oh my,” Zelda murmured beside me. “I bet you’re excited for your wedding night.” I felt my cheeks flush and elbowed her in the ribs, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Isaac. For a man who seemed to spend most of his time lounging around and attending parties, he was surprisingly built. The King stepped into the center of the arena, raising his hands for silence. “This duel will follow the traditional rules,” he announced. “First blood, or until one combatant yields. Shifts are permitted, but no killing blows.”

When they met mine across the crowd, something flickered in them—hurt, maybe—but he looked away almost instantly. “See?” my wolf whispered. “He’s pretending not to care.” “I know,” I murmured. The elder stepped forward, his voice echoing. “Today marks the final duel. This will determine the decision of things once and for all. Both Alphas will shift into their wolves and fight in their true form. This is the final test.” A hush fell over the arena. My heart felt like it was being squeezed. “The duel,” the elder continued, “may result in blood, injury, or even death. But it will be final. No interference. No magic.”

they echoed, their voices thunderous against the storm of war. The first wave hit. Darkmoon’s soldiers were brutal and fast. I blocked a blade, spun, and drove my sword through the attacker’s side. Another came; I slashed, ducked, and rolled. Sparks and screams filled the funeral ground. A flash of silver caught my eye, an enemy warrior, taller than the rest, his movements precise, though deadly. His blade met mine with a force that sent shock through my arm. For a heartbeat, our eyes locked. Storm-gray and focused. Familiar in a way that made my wolf stir restlessly inside me.

Zane drawled lazily, glancing between me and Evan. My heart slammed against my chest as I heard that, wondering why it had to be that of all others. I'd read about it in the handbook. It was a complete disaster. It was usually like this: they gave one of us an item to hold depending on who rolled the highest number of dice while the opponent had to challenge them for it. Obviously, the person with the item would have more advantage because we only had five minutes to duel. If they still held on to it at the end of the five minutes, they won.

As they faced each other, the air crackled with anticipation, the echoes of their footsteps mingling with the tension that hung in the air. The duel commenced, and Adonis channeled his inner turmoil into his strikes. Each swing of his sword carried the weight of his longing, the anger he felt at Erica's absence fueling his movements. He fought with a fierce determination, his strikes precise and calculated. Robin, no stranger to Adonis' skills, matched his every move with agility and skill. The clashing of their blades reverberated through the barracks, the sound echoing their internal struggle. They exchanged words of encouragement and jest, their banter punctuating the intensity of their d