Its Time To Duel Novels & Stories

“The duel is fast approaching. When the time comes, one of us will perish. Do not let me down.” Tyr chuckled. “When the time comes, I will be the one to pummel you to death.”

Tugging on his shirt, the smaller woman asked. “Because I have nothing to say.” He smiled and remained quiet. “Let’s make a toast.” She squeaked again. “To a future we will most likely never see but will be in control of.” The intimidating man boomed. “To it.” They all replied in unison.

He didn’t join Gamma Axel and I this morning for the morning run and I’ve been curious as to why. “Over here Willow.” “Took you long enough!” I murmur under my breath as I run over to meet him. I’ve been waiting for him to summon me for the past several minutes just so I can get close to Alpha Killian who is standing by his side. I was a bit disappointed when he didn’t show up for the morning run, so it makes me happy to see him here right now. I hope he doesn’t leave soon. “You’re going to have your first duel today, Willow.” Gamma Axel announces and my eyes pop wide open in shock.

The room brimmed with curiosity, awaiting the decision that would set the stage for an intense battle. Satana, standing tall and exuding an air of authority, considered the question before responding. Her voice carried a mix of determination and measured calculation. "Let us set the duel for the next full moon," she declared, her gaze sweeping across the room, encompassing all those present. The elder nodded in acknowledgment, accepting Satana's decision with a solemn expression. "In six months time,"Satana said. "And by that time each participant should have a mate, '' Satana added as his words echoed through the room, a hush fell over the pack members. His additional condition added a new

“He’s not wrong…” Mira shook her head. “But this is too risky.” Eugene looked at each of them. “I’ll win.” “You don’t know that,” she said. “I have to.” Silence followed and no one argued because they all knew everything now depended on that duel. Dorian finally spoke, his voice calm but firm. “Then we prepare.” Jack cracked his knuckles. “Yeah in three days.” Ava crossed her arms. “We don’t have time to waste.” Desmond exhaled sharply, frustration still evident.

It is my instinct that is telling me, and usually, my suspicions are right. I have won the duel several times now. Many people are already shouting my name but I don't give a damn because the important thing is the attack tonight, it is already around 11:30 pm. There are many fallen Cadres. Most of them are quite injured. "Gamara Versus Lexus! Our final duel!" The man shouted that until now I still don't care about its name.

I stepped forward, my pulse quickening as I prepared for the duel. Caden, tall and imposing, regarded me with a mixture of contempt and amusement. He drew his sword, its blade gleaming in the morning light. I unsheathed my own weapon, feeling its familiar weight in my hand. The steel felt cold, but it was a comfort against the heat of the moment. The duel began, and Caden wasted no time in launching a fierce attack. His strikes were powerful and precise, each blow aimed to overwhelm and incapacitate. I blocked and parried with all my strength, every muscle in my body straining to keep up with his relentless assault.

"We haven’t handled why we came." I picked up the glass and downed the wine in one go. Just as I was about to respond, my phone buzzed, and a name I recognized flashed across the screen. I answered hesitantly, the noise from the other end instantly filling the line. “Hunter,” the voice came, far too cheerful for my liking, “guess what? There’s a duel tonight at ten, and chopping off heads is allowed.” I closed my eyes briefly, “Is that why you called?”

Three days. The number hung over the place like a heavy, dark cloud. The unnatural red tint of the blood moon had faded, but the psychological chill Malphas left behind remained. In seventy-two hours, the duel would begin. If Duncan won, the South would find peace. If he lost, Amora and her children would become the property of a monster. On the first morning of the countdown, the mountain mist was thick and freezing. Down in the mud of the estate’s private training yard, two men stood facing each other.

“If you want to know what she truly is, then don’t make her play-act in a ring, make her fight.” “You can’t…..” Milo started. “I can,” I said. “And I will. A duel! The Red wolf vs Silver wolf. One on one. No council elders falling asleep in the bleachers. No toxins, no tricks this time. Just blood and will.” Storm’s laugh, low and unpleasant, threaded through the rafters. “You want to duel an omega?” “You want to watch me break the myth?” I replied. “Make it worth watching.” Kael stood rigid beside the ring, the angle of his shoulder like a drawn spear.