Novel & Cerita I Expected A Battle Of Wits

He stumbled, losing his balance, and fell to the ground with a heavy thud, the air momentarily filled with the sound of his surprise. He looked up at me in shock as he gasped for air. All arrogance that was once in his face vanished into thin air like a popped bubble. “In battle, mere skills and brute strength simply won't suffice,” I declared, leaning closer to him, my gaze piercing as I spoke. “In a real battle, one must master the art of reading their opponent, anticipating their every move, and outsmarting them at every turn. Grasp that lesson, and you’ll find yourself far better equipped to handle the chaos of the battlefield.”

A textless number message. "You think you can outsmart me? Think again." I spat at Patrick, trembling. "He knows." Patrick's expression hardened. "Then we have little time." I knew the n and there that my fight with Victor was far from over; it was just beginning.

Some women attract money and fancy things but so far that I had known myself all of them were fights. Maurice was definitely the last person I was expecting to be at this place, yet he stood there with so much energy , dark Rollin around him. The guys were staring at each other, trying to decide what to do. They were waiting for a signal. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of them nod, and I backed away hoping he could handle them. I thought: Here they come. And they did, all four charging me at thin , ok my mind I knew it was a battle he couldn't win , all—Except, of course, they weren't as , my mind kept slowing things down like it always did.

I just felt like doing it, since I’ll be leaving soon and Derby might be left behind without me. I just know that I’m going to miss her. “Yeah, I believe in you,” I said, squeezing her close. “Aww! Thank you, Evolet. I needed this. And I trust you will do wonderfully well,” she said, returning the embrace. The moment is soon interrupted by the sound of the crowds cheering out loudly at the battle. It turns out that a winner had emerged, putting the loser down. When I saw this, I gulped down my saliva, breathing in and out. “Don’t be scared, Eve. Just put on a few show and let your opponent win. It’s as simple as that, just like Cadell said,” I reminded myself, puffing out.

I knew I shouldn’t have said it, but for a brief moment, I wanted it to be true even though my fate was already pre-destined by the moon goddess. “You? You think you can challenge me! A nothing little Pet?!” The Dark Alpha laughed as if this was some joke between friends. The rogue army laughed along with him. I snorted in response with my hands on my hips… “Well, I would have challenged you to a battle of wits, but I refuse to face an unarmed opponent.” I know I should be taking this seriously, but I am about to die so I am going out with a bang!

Without getting noticed. It was quite impossible at first, but she committed suicide. She went in quietly and left without anyone knowing. She already knew fighting with the man wasn't going to be easy, so she ended him immediately on sight. She came back all tired and worn out. The following morning, she was expecting to rest, only for Nathan to give her the worst news. They fought each other till one died. A bowl of balls was placed in front of them. They were to pick the ball one by one. Inside it is a piece of paper carrying numbers, and whoever matches a number with another gets to fight together till the other dies.

But in his rage lies a vulnerability, a blind spot waiting to be exposed. With a calculated step, I sidestep his thunderous assault, seamlessly slipping through the cracks of his ferocity. Time seems to slow as I discern the opening, a split-second opportunity to turn the tide of this battle. In that fleeting moment, my mind becomes a wellspring of strategy, my instincts honed to a razor's edge. The subtle smirk that danced upon my lips resurfaces, hidden behind a veil of unwavering focus. I am the puppeteer, pulling the strings of this blindfolded dance, manipulating the ebb and flow of the battle.

A slow, dangerous smile spread across my lips. “The real battle,” I whispered, my voice low and sharp, “has only just begun… and Merrin’s three little queens won’t know what hit them.” Let the games begin… and may the most ruthless win. Spoiler: it’s going to be me!

"Whoever makes the other surrender on the battlefield wins it all. Just you and me" My heart picked up speed, thumping against my ribs like a trapped bird, but I didn't let my hand waver. I knew exactly what he was doing, and I knew he expected me to back down, but he didn't know how much I had grown to hate him. I kept my eyes locked on his, my mind racing through the possibilities, but I remained calm on the outside. "And the stakes?" I asked, my voice steady.

Each dodge, each counter was deliberate, calculated. “You’re faster than I expected,” Rovan grunted, narrowing his eyes. “Not bad… for a new Beta.” “Not new,” I corrected sharply, stepping closer, letting him feel my presence. “I’m Iris. And I’ve learned the cost of underestimating an opponent.” He lunged again, and this time I was ready. My fist met his chest with a thud, sending him staggering backward. He grunted, adjusting his stance. “Hmm… impressive,” he admitted. “But let’s see how long that lasts.”