I Expected A Battle Of Wits Novels & Stories

Jumping on him I went for his neck. His eyes were ice blue with rage as the realisation he was going to be beaten dawned. I’ve never killed anyone before I couldn’t afford to hesitate, I went for the kill, my jaws widening ready to tear into him when I was thrown from my position. Wicknace had charged me, scattering me across the cobbles.

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.”

“Not just in chess, but in life. The moment you hesitate, someone stronger will exploit your weakness.” My eyes flicked up to meet his. “Not everyone sees life as a battlefield,” I replied, my tone sharper than the queen I finally moved across the board. “Some of us make decisions based on more than just winning.” James smirked. “Spoken like someone who’s never won anything of significance.” My jaw tightened, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of a retort. This was how our games always went: James, the ruthless tactician, treating the board like an extension of his empire, and unlucky me, his reluctant opponent, struggling to hold her ground.

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.

Nothing flashy, just work getting done. It reminds me of the old war stories I used to hear growing up, the kind of battles where you looked your enemy in the eye before you struck, where you felt every bruise, every breath, and every drop of blood in real time. There was no hiding behind tech, no shortcuts, just you and the fight. "Ana!" That stupid name. I hate it with everything in me.

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!

So am not going to let my wills in a weakly hands. No father trust me. I have trained more than you can tell. To prove myself I challenged emily. Your favorite fighter to a fight. She wins I back of and never show my face again. But if I win. You let me in and teach me more. Good then, emily is weak now so I give you a week from now to challenge her to a fight. Now be dismissed all of you. A week later. The challenge commerce between emily and Anna. Anna did pretty well in the first two rounds. She even gave emily a slight cut on the arm. Pissing emily off. On the third round emily bounce back on her and gave her the beating of her life. At the end emily won her.

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.

I smile wierdly. My eyes roam the entire area. Everyone including mom, my mate and the pack members all await my words. The suspense does internally murder them. "Battle me!" I drop the bomb. Everyone except rowan gasp. They all know dwelling a true alpha equals a death wish, Well thsr I my desire. Task brother Rowan with impossibility which eventually forces he back down. All same I'll be proclaim winner without any stress. "The winner of the battle determines fate of the loser" I heighten the stakes.

Wyatt was always competent—always three steps ahead of everyone else. Honestly, it was really hot. I forced myself to look away before anyone could see the warmth spreading across my cheeks. Now was not the time to get distracted. There were still three of us standing on this stage, and two of us were about to face off in what was quickly becoming an unscripted battle of wits. Headmaster Sora and Professor Ford were still huddled together at their table, their heads bent close as they whispered to each other. I could see the beads of sweat gathering on Professor Ford's forehead as he shuffled through the remaining cards again and again.