Duelist Academy Novels & Stories

The day of the duel between Pack Night Walker and Silver Moon finally arrived. In the morning, Alpha Thomas from Misty Willow, who becomes the regulator in the duel, gives bad news. Over the phone he informed Alex that Edward Adler had invited a delegation of the entire pack to attend Land of Ashes tonight. Even though the news made him very upset, therewas nothing Alex could do because there was no prohibition against watching duels in Land of Ashes

“Do you know what he told me?” I shook my head no, and my heart suddenly felt heavy. “He said to wait till you showed up and burn the treehouse.” I look behind me and see it going up in flames as we speak. “Then, present you with two options. I kindly made it three, given the new circumstances. Option one, you take that duffle bag,” she gestured to the two duffle bags by the window. They were even labeled option one and option three. “Inside, you will find documents to start a new life and enough cash to fund it. Option two, hand you over to Daryl to get strung out enough to get addicted, then become your mother, the apple not falling too far from the tree. And the third option that I came u

CHAPTER 31 It was finally the day for the duel and Elosie was very ready exuding confidence as she walked with Maria to the pack’s square. When she got there, she met all the girls waiting there and the pack members, with the pack council, which includes, Alex, Nelson and Maya. “We are here because some pack members challenged our luna to a duel and anyone that wins becomes the new luna. Note this is a fight till death, or renouncement. If you don’t want to die, you’ll renounce yourself as a pack member and go rogue,” a council member said and everyone gasped.

They were his allies in this game, and together, they would execute the plan flawlessly. Little did Horacio know that he was walking into a carefully orchestrated trap. Max had meticulously planned every move, every conversation, to manipulate him and expose his true colors. It was a game of psychological warfare, and Max was determined to emerge as the victor. The night wore on, and Max's mind buzzed with anticipation. The stage was set, and the battle had begun. He would navigate through the intricate twists and turns of this revenge, leaving Horacio shattered in his wake. With a renewed sense of purpose, Max raised his beer and proposed a toast to friendship and loyalty. His friends clink

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.

ZANA’S POV The afternoon event was called the Strategy Duel, but everyone in the academy knew it was far more dangerous than the name sounded. It wasn’t just about fighting. It was about surviving pressure while thinking clearly. Two representatives entered the arena alone, then faced each other inside a controlled combat simulation where the rules kept changing in real time. Strength mattered. Speed mattered. But the judges cared most about instinct, control, and the ability to make fast decisions while under attack. That was why many wolves failed in this event. A strong wolf could fight but only a true Alpha… or a true Luna… could stay calm in chaos and lead through it.

They always did. The corridor outside was cold, metallic, and quiet except for the rhythmic thud of boots and the distant sound of drills starting on the field. Dawn hadn’t fully broken yet, but the academy never slept. Aurelion Alpha Institute. Where only those born to dominate survive. Where a single slip could get me killed. I kept walking, posture loose but controlled, shoulders straight, eyes forward. Every inch of me was trained to mimic Alpha poise. I had perfected this performance over years of necessity. I couldn’t afford tremors. I couldn’t afford mistakes.

“You’re saying my entire future is going to be decided by who wins a supernatural fight?” “It’s even more complicated than that,” Luna interjected from her spot with Jake, her voice tight with anger. “Jus Sanguinis Duellum isn’t just about winning; it’s about showing total dominance. The loser must fully accept their defeat. It’s designed to be brutal, humiliating, and complete.” Kane was focused on Marcus as if he was sizing up a serious threat. “What happens if I refuse? If I tell you this tradition is barbaric and I won't take part?”

They felt it too. Head Alpha Torvin stepped forward. "This is my academy," he said. His voice was hard. "You will not make a claim here, Malrick. Not without proof. Not without challenge." Malrick's eyes narrowed. "I have proof, the contract. And I issue a challenge." The Blood Claim Duel" For the girl." The words hung in the air. The Blood Claim Duel. An ancient, brutal law. Two Alphas fight for a claimed mate. Kai did not hesitate. "I accept."

*Draven's POV* The headmistress delivers the partnership assignments on a Wednesday morning, posted on the combat training board before first class, and I find out the way everyone else does — by reading my own name beside someone else's in a public corridor with students on both sides of me. Draven Hunter. Arwen Blackthorne.