I Expected A Battle Of Wits Novels & Stories

Having Ares beside me is one of my sources to keep going because I know someone is waiting for me. There were a lot of thoughts in my head at this moment when I stood in front of Isabella. She was waiting for me wearing a smirk on her lips. Her gaze is telling me that she's aware she can win this battle without thinking that I might be his greatest problem. I will make sure that only one of us will be standing until the game ends. Only one of us is deserving to be called as winner and even though I wasn't trained, I know I can win this. “Are you ready for the battle, Zenaida?”

Do I have your attention? “YOU DO!” #Do I have your focus? # “YOU DO!” #Have you been entertained? # “WE HAVE!” #Then get ready to be entertained some more# #So far, we have had amazing matches. The first two were absolute shockers because of how they ended, but we got to see two dominant new geniuses of whom I have no doubt no one here would ever forget. As for the third battle, we were also stunned by how it ended. While its ending was predicted, how stunned were we to see a 3 Star send a 4 Star into the Emergency Room? #

Iris. I couldn’t explain it, but I knew she was here. On the battlefield. And she was playing a different game. The rogues moved with a renewed fury, pushing forward, and I could see it. The battle lines were shifting. They were closing in. It was as if the world had slowed down, and I could see every move before it happened. It was my gift—or was it a curse? Every move I anticipated made me feel more and more like a puppet, my strings pulled by some unseen force.

Within a blink of an eye, the vampire leader had the beta by the throat choking him. The other two vampires were already on the gamma pouncing on him. There was no one to help the others and they could not even send a mind link to the warriors outside. Within minutes half the furniture in the packhouse was broken in half. The battle inside was brutal, the beta and gamma could hold their own as they were of the higher ranks and were more skilled in battle.

There had to be another hidden move prepared somewhere. One thing years of battle had taught me was this: Always know your enemy. And always overestimate both their intelligence and their cruelty. “Do you really think defeating my warriors and the Thunder Dominion trash means you’ve won?” he asked, a conniving smile slowly spreading across his face. “Oh?” My lips curled upward slightly. “Then perhaps this fun isn’t over yet.” I leaned back lazily in my seat. “I was honestly beginning to get bored.” A dangerous grin spread across my face like a child discovering a new toy.

This was not a battle of strength or skill, but one of endurance and determination. Witnessing the intense and perilous situation unfolding before him, Wise could only think of one word to describe it: "Exciting." The high stakes, the relentless advance of the Merlocks, and the desperate struggle for survival all combined to create a sense of exhilaration amidst the chaos of battle.

The moment the buzzer sounded, signaling that the Blackwood Alphas had won the championship, I was still jumping and screaming. Then, I caught the judgmental stares of the polished pack elders sitting nearby. It was then that it suddenly dawned on me that I was not polished at all. Looking at their elegant clothes and perfect posture, I felt so small. I am archaic and timid, I thought to myself, dropping back into my seat with a red face. But that was just me thinking low of myself.

I say firmly She watches me Not angry Not emotional Just calculating Then she says “Then you are the problem.” Theodore steps beside me “Yeah, we’ve heard that one before too.” But this time It feels real Because she’s not reacting She’s deciding The Final Realization This isn’t a battle of power It’s a battle of outcomes Two futures Two versions of existence And only one can win ************************************************* She raises her hand again But this time Not to stop us Not to adjust us But to change everything Her voice echoes “Final correction will begin.”

I would meet Steven's challenge head-on, with every ounce of strength and intellect I possessed. As the soldiers dispersed and the room fell into an eerie silence, I gathered my thoughts. I vowed to remain steadfast, to play the game with conviction, and to prove that my worth as a person extended far beyond the outcome of a mere checkers match. We sat down and I took a deep breath, steadying my nerves. The soldiers gathered around us, their eyes fixed on the game, eager to witness my defeat and the ensuing spoils for Steven. I could feel the weight of their expectations, the pressure to fail and succumb to their sinister intentions.

“What an idiot! Don’t you know that young master Jay Anchorage knows karate? He can easily beat you up with his eyes shut, even there are six of you! How dare you challenging him? How stupid must be to say such a words?” The crowd rubbed their hands in anticipation, waiting for the show to begin. Jay mocked, “ A one on one fight huh? You are looking for your death” “Why? Are you scared?” Joshua teased. His face showed no expression. “Scared? I’m worried that you become a cripple!” the corners of Jay’s mouth curled up in a menacing smile. He then turned to the instructor “ miss Marianne, the school rule doesn’t say that we can’t have a battle right?”