Harry Potter Duelling Club Novels & Stories

"For what reason will they have a duel, anyway?" "For what reason two men usually fight?" Arianne clicked her tongue. "A woman." Right. Like they said, in every two men there was that one woman in between. But it was a shame for Benedict as should the duel happen, he would only face embarrassment and, for sure, physical injuries. "So where shall we find Mr. Harris?" "In Spade House." Melrose's eyes widened, her reaction showed how scandalized she was. "What, Arianne? Spade House is a gentlemen's club!"

I nodded my head in agreement, "How will she help me with my training, Dad?" "Okay, let's see it this way," He took a deep breath and lifted his hand that was holding the bird in the pit of the palm above his head. "You have seen Harry Potter, right? And the Golden Snitch— that cute little ball, used in the game of quidditch, with thin feathery and pointed wings is not something I need to tell you about. The ball one of the two seekers of the competing team has to catch to call it a game."

They're not really my priority right now. The final duel of the first and second place follows the common lycan duels aside from the killing part. The mechanics are simple, the winner will be the one to either successfully give his opponent a mortal wound or have them step out of the casted magic circle. No weapons allowed, it will be a brawl. As we were waiting for it to begin, I couldn't help but catch the whispers from the crowd. “Who do you think will win? This is a tough fight.”

He’d come to see if I was a crumbling wall or a rising tide. Let him wonder. The sound of the Houndguard changing position outside broke the long quiet. Their boots struck stone in a measured cadence, the same two-beat rhythm I’d heard since the start of the night. Reliable. Unwavering. Not like the Council. I turned my mind toward the likely players. House Varick would send a duelist — they always did. Fast, precise, born for the crowd. They’d rely on spectacle over substance, which meant they’d likely underestimate endurance.

She just said 'ALHOMOHRA' the harry potter spell used for opening doors magically. " What nonsense Davina ! " said the boy and moved away. " S...Sorry ... Stathis ." said the girl. Stathis didn't say anything just raised his hands in to show it's okay. Davina then turned back to Cynthia and Ada to apologize. She looked a bit embarrassed. She was about to say sorry that Cynthia and Ada spoke together smiling, " It's okay muggle's won't understand." This made Davina smile. " OH Great, New potter heads in Tombstone high. By the way am Davina a Slytherin., s he said.

If it was not for his appearance, his life would have been perfect. “That’s right! Our pavilion master definitely wouldn’t surrender to evil forces!” Another patronum also stood forward and said loudly. He looked like he was not afraid of death but he did not realize the darkened expressions on Harry and another elder’s face. “That’s right! We shall fight them with all we have and the worst ending is just death! What’s so frightening about that!” The other disciples also said angrily, “So many of our disciples are dead. Almost one to two hundred of them are dead. F*ck! We shall fight them with all we have and kill as many of them as we can!”

"The Council claims I had freedom of movement to commit murder. They say I slipped their watchers, evaded their geas, appeared and vanished like a ghost in the night. But a duelist has no privacy. Every move is witnessed. Every strike is recorded by the arena's memory crystals." "And if you lose?" I smiled, the sharp expression that Rina Vale had learned from a thousand villainess novels. "I won't." The arena was gold and bone. Sandstone columns rose like ribs from the earth, supporting a canopy of enchanted glass that filtered the dawn into amber shards. The dueling circle was a perfect disk of white marble, etched with runes that would contain lethal magic and prevent death - usually. The

Adrastus and April will change your view of the entire dragon realm. Finally, if you're secretly a Harry Potter fanatic, Ravenclaw Academy: Quinley's reign will have you addicted in no time, watch out though-this is not a young children series as it ties in with my Hellraiser trilogy and has dark themes as an introduction to Hell comes in the form of a young demon who arrives at the Academy.

“Every first-year student must choose at least one club by the end of the week. The academy offers combat clubs, strategy societies, healing classes, tracking units, herbology, moon studies, and many more. Explore your options.” Excited chatter filled the courtyard as students began discussing their choices. Emma found me almost immediately, looking shy and hopeful. “Would you… maybe want to join the same club?” she asked, stammering slightly. “I’m scared of ending up alone.” I smiled warmly at her. “Of course. We can explore the booths together before deciding.” We wandered through the bustling campus, where colorful club booths lined the pathways. Students demonstrated talents sparring mat

His long brown hair that stops below his chin and stern forest green eyes reminds me of my dad. A cold shiver runs down my spine. “Dad?” His eyes soften. In a split second, a loud laughter bursts out. “Dad? You some lost kid or something?” He points at the large wooden door. “Go prepare for the duel tonight, boy. And make sure you keep those stitches dry.” “Duel?” “A fight between two members here—to the death.” “To the death?” My voice rises to a loud octave. “isn't that…wrong?”