Harry Potter Duelling Club Novels & Stories

╭────────── ⋅ ⋅ ✦❘༻༺❘✦⋅ ⋅ ──────────╮ Greetings from the Olympia's Cup, Ruby Fridays. You are cordially invited to join, "The Archer's League," a training group, within the premises of Rozbite Lustro Academy. This is an exclusive group spearheaded by Killian Wilde, a student of the house & honor of Wanderlusters. The members are carefully chosen regardless of honors or houses, and regardless where you came from. The Headmistress noticed your skill with the bow and arrow, within your acts outside the school bounds, and wishes to give you the opportunity to represent your house as the head archer in the upcoming tournament.

Then it was gone, like it had never been there at all. "As for what comes next…" he said, straightening slightly. The words felt different. Heavier. Like they carried something beyond just punishment. Something that had already been decided long before this moment. "There will be a duel." The room stilled even further—if that was even possible. A duel. The word alone carried weight. Danger. Finality. It hung in the air, sharp and unyielding, demanding to be acknowledged. "You will prepare for it," he continued, his gaze moving across them once more, ensuring no one missed a single word. "It will take place within the Alpha Council of the werewolves' vicinity."

Even if I stop the duel now, Mother would allow it to happen. “Indigo and Ava would be a bad combination to Aurora but maybe it's for the better that Indigo enters this house,” Travis spoke in riddles that I didn't understand. I heard a knock on my door, and I instructed the person to come in; it was one of the guards; he went on his knees and lowered his gaze. What kind of news does he want to announce? “Lycan, the duel has been set for this evening, and it will be a sword fight,” The guard announced, and under my instruction, he left my room.

"Gaming is considered a credited club activity. There's a gaming club in this university, right? No, there's no! So, this library is my clubroom!" "You people should be grateful that we still come to this place, even though it sucks!" glasses-dude spits these words out, and Emit charges to lash at him. "Why'd you say?!" "Hey! Hey, hold it there!" Noah stops him. "We've come here in peace, okay? So, just let us all sit and talk and we may even help you guys out. We're cool?" "Or.." Anthony steps towards us after he sets up his console. "How about we have a duel?"

They all shouted in unison as they sipped from their plastic cups. And so, the Midnight Club was born. “So? What do you all think?” Dean says in an enchanting, salesman voice, very distinct amidst the growing noise of the cafeteria. “Bitch, I’m down fow it.” “Same.” “Fuck it. I need a drink.” “Yeah! I miss Van Duke after-hours!” Isaac nods his head in agreement. Five of them have a sudden flush of excitement as Agatha whimpered, “What if we get caught?”

Then I saw Alpha Bastian at the far left drinking with Healer Harold, one of the pack's most trusted men. The ceremony ground was decorated with hanging lanterns that cast a warm glow over the mingling crowd. Tables laden with food and drink lined up while the center remained open for the main event. It made me more angry at how none of the council men had tried getting on my side when they knew I'd be the next head. They didn't see me but I'd show them all of them. I turned my head away to find Gretchen and I see her as I was about to approach when Dalia's voice stopped me in my tracks.

My eyes flashed red before Alpha Harry, who was also pissed. The guards tried their best to keep me away from him while we stood there. We were dragged under a bridge, and the two paths leading to it were blocked by the SUVs of our convoy. “This is the best way to settle this, a traditional duel.” I wasn’t surprised, staring at the Head of the Council standing between us in his suit as well. Alpha Harry pulled off his shirt and jacket, along with his shoes and wristwatch. “I don’t need knives and swords to teach this young man a lesson that he’ll never forget. If your father were here, he would have told you that Valeria is a better option than that lady you picked up from the street.” He gr

"And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her." — Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows * M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead It had been Friday night when my friends and I had gone to the club. It was a good plan to keep Hunter off my mind. I had been ignoring him since Christmas. He had sent me a dozen of texts but I refused to read or reply to them. It was better this way.

It was the second time I burned myself with my cup of tea. I had recently bought it when I discovered an internet store about literary articles, and I instantly fell in love with the Harry Potter-themed cup that only required the coat of arms belonging to the book when it was filled to the top by a smoking liquid. Most of the time, I just filled it with water just to have the pleasure of seeing the dark color giving way to the brightness that contained the drawing of the most famous magnificent witchcraft school in the literary world.

Third pov "Look Kova, Quidditch ground model" Vanessa screamed jumping like a little kid while looking at the Quidditch model in front of her. "Clam down nessa" Kova gently murmured to Vanessa who was not listening at all. Vanessa and Kova were wandering around in the harry potter mini-museum that lead the Potterhead to the main theatre where the show was about to be held in 20 minutes, the mini-museum was a surprise for all of them who were about to see the show. Vanessa was excited as hell, looking at the model, the poster, and all to which some people were giving weird looks, some was murmuring CUTE to Vanessa who was thrilled like a kid, kova was a little embarrassed