Harry Potter Duelling Club Novels & Stories

"That’s probably just a rumor blown out of proportion. No way someone like him could go up against the Curse King and live to tell the tale. He’s just riding on the fame of being Marvin’s favorite." Leonard shrugged but didn’t press the issue further. "We’ll see. Let’s just watch for now." Meanwhile, Danial and Sara arrived at a secluded, spacious hall. The room had an elevated platform in the center, bordered by iron bars, giving it the appearance of an old-fashioned fighting ring. Statues of legendary warriors lined the walls, watching over the space like silent guardians. "This is the dueling space," Sara said, gesturing toward the platform with a grin. "It’s where we settle fights and di

“You’re meant to belong to Zayne? What does that even mean?” “It’s complicated,” I said, sitting beside her now. “There’s this group- more like a…” I exhaled, finding it hard to let the words out. “…it’s more like a fraternity. They are called the Lords. They’re powerful, dangerous, and… Zayne, Jeremy, and our families…are part of them. There was a duel last night between Jeremy and Zayne- on Ravenspire Road. It was because of me.” I spared more details afterwards and Carol was left looking at me like I had grown two beads.

Jun elbowed him to shut him up. JD chuckled. “It’s okay, Jun. Let David talk.” He said. Jun nodded at him. “But it’s okay if you won’t tell me, hyung.” David told JD. “It’s okay, David. You should know about this.” JD said. Then he turned to all of them. “As you know, Hercules and I will be having a duel.” He continued. David gasped but stayed quiet. “And I know you guys will try to know when and where it will happen no matter what. So I’ll save your energy for doing that. I will tell you now.”

"I, Zark Ar Zathot, Lord of Castle Damenburg, challenge your leader to a Duel." Zark's strong and clear words rang out, although he unconsciously began to release an aura that slightly shook the earth around him. The two Wight Knights standing to the sides stared at the one in the center. No matter whether or not he was being controlled by a Necromancer, his will as a knight was superior. Stepping down from the skeletal mount, the one who looked like the leader took a few steps before speaking in a dry, raspy voice. "I, Sir Marius Hirtius Rhesus, Vice-Captain of the Order of Phoenix Knights, accept your duel."

Berg Wölf’s lips stop or pause to say something. Clayton beamed at him and grabbed the wine in his sophisticated gesture. He showed the ring that he was wearing on his right hand unintentionally exposed to The Council. He sipped some from the wine glass gently and put the glass back on the table. “Indeed, Sir. There are some reasonable arguments required to be presented. That witch is carrying the blood of The Protector that is running into her veins. The same blood that is flowing in my veins.” Clayton paused. He put his eyes on each member of The Council. “She’s one of the Duvilles.” He continued and paused to wait for the retort of The Council.

If he wasn’t good at what he does and a genuine good guy (as much as it’s possible to be in our world), I wouldn’t imagine Karma and Duchess would respect him as much as they do. Despite being covered in the blood of a couple scumbags and the beer in my hand, I couldn’t forget what Karma said. Duke. I kinda liked it. But… Would I be the Duke to Alex’s Duchess? What would that even mean for our two clubs? The Valkyrie and the Henchmen are different. In the Henchmen, none of the partners are involved in club business.

To beware. Those who dared to touch the Duchess, to even covet a single strand of her beautiful silver hair, will certainly get to pass first a mighty Dragon first. And even, not only him but two, as Master Jin was also in the line. The rumors had already started moving around the towns and the other cities even countries. The ones on the top of the tournament, the best fighters, the best warriors were on the Duchess side and even in a secret team.

They cried out loud as soon as they set eyes on Suna. With a ruthless look, with the fire stick on her face, Suna began to light up the fire sticks which stood on the ground and circulated the room. After lighting the last fire stick, she turned and faced the altar. At the center of the altar was a golden jug filled with human blood. Surrounding the ground where she stood is a painting of a pentagon which added a more terrifying look to the atmosphere.

The entire East wing of the club is fucking cursed. I put my keys in my pocket and take a few steps before I realise I've just stepped into a gunfight scene. I see Amar and his muscle in front of MY club, when I take a closer look I see Amar clutching his abdomen with blood pooling around his hands. I shift my focus to my right, Mals standing behind the lady detective, crying, her hands stained with blood. I see Lisa glaring at me with a 'You dumb son-of-a-bitch' expression on her face. I glare back with a, 'How the fuck was I suppose to know' look on mine. I mean shit, I just stepped out of my car and It's not like it's an everyday occurrence that people will start shooting each other in fr

I asked, my curiosity mixed with a growing sense of unease. Isolde's eyes held a hint of solemnity as she explained, "There will be a contest, Agnes. A magical duel, of sorts. You and Constantine will stand facing each other, holding hands. Then, you'll channel your magic into a spell that will clash with hers. The stronger witch will absorb the other's power, leaving them powerless." My heart raced at the description. The idea of engaging in a magical battle, not just for supremacy but for the very essence of our powers, was both thrilling and terrifying.