Harry Potter Duelling Novels & Stories

The spectators buzzed with excitement, fervently debating who would claim victory. The duel began with the clash of swords, the sound sharp and relentless as they struck again and again. Vaani pushed forward, driving the Crown Prince to the edge of the cordon. Cornered, he leapt into the air with the agility of a seasoned warrior, somersaulting over her head and landing behind her.

ARIA One by one the names are called on the stage for a duel. Most of them transformed into wolves and fought as if there was no tomorrow. Lozark was enjoying every bit of the bloodbath. The duel was limited to males. Jay Manchester’s name was announced against Prince Aylestone. As the two stand on the stage, silence falls heavily over the crowd. Strangely, Prince glances at me before ripping off his shirt from his body, revealing his claws.

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.

“My rage is fire. But their lives are my flames.” I reached across the twins to Tristan. “Let’s walk into hell… together.” The cursed wolves surged, and Dante raised his dagger—the throat rune blazing. I raised my hand, twisting time’s heartbeat. Pearl and Luis bounded forward—twins and parents unified. Together, we stepped into their shadow as— The Final Duel begins.

Asmal whispered to himself. Finally, Prince Zumir and Prince Dulhen faced off. Eighteen-year-old Dulhen smirked, well-trained from a young age by his family of hunters. He had always defeated even those larger than him. Yet he and the fifteen-year-old Prince Zumir were of equal height, and both were strikingly handsome. “The winner between you two will face Twari. Begin the second duel!” shouted Romelda.

Ryu looked at me like I was a miracle—no, like I was his anchor. "They said you were dead," he murmured, voice low and guttural, filled with a hundred emotions he didn't have the time to name. “They told me you—” His words broke, caught between rage and relief, and I leaned into him, not caring that the arena around us had turned into a war zone. "I'm not," I replied. "Not anymore." And then Harry’s voice ripped through the stillness, cold and commanding, sharp as a blade. "Kill them both!" he roared, and the illusion of stillness was shattered. The spell that had paralyzed the crowd broke like ice underfoot, and armed guards surged forward, steel drawn, eyes wild.

Rowling said almost too softly. His comment caught Jack off guard and as Rowling lunged at him he barely moved intime. The blade caught the outer part of Jack’s shirt just missing him. Jack swung his blade at Rowling stepping towards him as he did to add more force. “Her hair and eye color.” Rowling said blocking it but lopping his blade through Jacks to keep him in that position “What in the hell are you talking about!” Jack growled as he pulled on his balde trying to get it free.

I could see the fury burning in Charles' eyes; his resentment towards Richard and me was palpable. I growled back at him, smashing him against one of the trees with a powerful blow. The impact shook the forest, causing birds to scatter from their perches. Charles, however, quickly regained his composure and lunged at me with a vengeance, determined to settle our long-standing feud once and for all. 'You're going to die today.' As Charles lunged at me, I swiftly dodged his attack, my instincts sharpened by years of training and whatever spell Charles cast. I knew this would be the final showdown between us.

Khalid’s eyes blazed with a mix of resolve and frustration, mirroring my own conflicted emotions. Without a word, he lunged forward, the moon sword gleaming as it sliced through the air. Instinct kicked in, and I parried his strike with my weapon, the clash of metal against metal ringing out through the night. The moon’s eerie glow illuminated our duel, casting long shadows that danced like specters around us. With a powerful shove, we broke apart, each of us circling warily. The forest floor crunched beneath our feet, the underbrush a maze of obstacles that added an unpredictable element to our fight.

The wind was loud and still violent and this wizard was not here for any kind bargain. Halomir stretched out his hand, wading it in the air, and she knew that no good thing was going to come out of this. She launched onto him and took him down. She was going to die, but not without a good fight first. She pinned him to the ground and loosed her fangs. Suddenly, he blew some powder in her eyes and she became blind momentarily.