Quidditch Matches Novels & Stories

Although he didn't know why the queen's plan had changed and now required him to compete, he chose to trust her. However, he couldn't help but regret quarreling with Cameron the previous day. Lost in thought, Caleb glanced at his injured right arm… The match was set to take place in the open space outside the banquet hall. Everyone moved to the viewing area, standing at a higher vantage point. The matches would occur on the stage, twenty feet away from the spectators. Those with poor eyesight could only see the general flow of the fight. The sound of gongs and drums filled the air as the first match began. Ursa and Mike wore tiger and deer masks, respectively.

After a big meal in the restaurant, he bade goodbye to George and headed to the square alone. By the time Wilbur arrived at the square, there was already a huge crowd. This day was a promotion match and a positioning match. The guards were divided into Senior Guards, Middle Guards, and Junior Guards. Those who passed the preliminary round yesterday and won three games in a row today would be competing against the Junior Guards in the fourth game. The winner would be granted the title of a Junior Guard. However, if he won the fourth game and obtained the position of the Junior Guard, the participant must withdraw from the challenge to keep this identity.

“Continuing, you are allowed to use all means necessary to win against your opponents. You may use weapons and spells to protect yourself and to fight. You may use charms and amulets, but only legal ones. Likewise, You can also use enhancers and elixirs as long as they are not illegal substances.” “There are medics on the field, so there is no need to worry, but it is advised to keep injury at a minimum. Any questions?” the general asked again. Dorin was about to raise his hand again, but Maj. Gen. Muller stopped him. “Very well then,” he continued, “the tournament ends when only one squad is left or when the sun sets. Whichever comes first. Now, you may begin.” The students quickly disperse

Madam Hooch would always, in all staff meetings, ask for new broomsticks for the school. "Yes, Professor… ?" "Hooch, Rolanda Hooch, Lord Ravenclaw. And I'm no Professor. I am the castle's flight instructor and judge for the Quidditch House's Cup." "We will have to change that, Madam Hooch, if you want to, of course. We used to have swords' play and archery classes in the past, but since swords and bows had entered in disuse in both magical and non-magical worlds, we will be introducing a Physical Education class, mainly to teach the child how to move and to focus some of their excess of energy. But answering your question, yes, if the school is in need of new broomsticks, then we will get ne

This is usually held on the third day of the Tournament as a prelude to the Awards Ceremony, where the biggest turnout of spectators were expected. The second was the Jousting Competition where wyvern-tamer pairs face off against each other. The focus is on firepower and technique, and in order to win, you have to either knock your opponent out of the playing field or stack enough damage points to defeat them. The fights take place simultaneously in five different arenas that looked like floating spheres, each one having a minimum of five layers of barriers to protect the spectators from errant magic and fire. Jousting matches tend to be particularly destructive, so spectators usually watch

The atmosphere in the corridors was lively and chatty. This was the first time I had witnessed so much spirit while attending Luveldom Academy and this was all a result of the welcome game taking place today between the Vampire teams of Luveldom and Dorwin Academy. "What time does the match start? I'm quite excited to see it honestly," I said to both Saiora and Rachel while attending to my locker. Most of my excitement stemmed from watching Vampires play Houndcross with their heightened abilities and of course seeing Alex on the field. Houndcross which Saiora compared to Rugby for humans was the most well-known sport amongst Supernaturals.

He stood up too, so we could wave to Mom and Dad before we go out Today our flock will celebrate the people who have completed their transformation in the evening but in the afternoon there will be a match between them and a prize will be presented to the winner We set out towards the courtyard of the hall far from the center of the herd. I stopped with Wilson to help him warm him up, and after a while everyone started to gather. This means that the time for the match has begun. I headed next to my father and mother to stand with them. The match and the qualifiers began, and miraculously, Wilson managed to overcome his first opponent, at least avoiding the last place. The matches continued.

"No one is hurt. Everything is okay. I just wanted to let you know — for now, you need to focus on your match tomorrow and not let this distract you too much." Aiden's expression softens as he meets my gaze. "Thanks, Carol," he murmurs, his voice filled with sincerity. He runs a hand over my arm lovingly. "I couldn’t have asked for a better mate.” The day of the match finally arrives, and Aiden’s anticipation radiates off of him. The tension in the air is palpable as he gets ready to head to the rink. This match is the 18-to-8 elimination match for all teams in the region. It was hard to imagine eight entire teams being eliminated from the running in such a short period of time. If Aiden’s t

It wouldn't be surprising to find that he was the one who gathered the crowd there. "Alright. The game is called Ostrich Dance. Each of us has to form a team of two. One of them has a card taped to their back with a word written on it. So the one without the card has to protect the other because the winner is the team who can read the other's team card." Gerard explained it very clearly in just less than one minute. Everyone understood right away. It was indeed his skill. "There are ten of us, so there'll be five teams. How do we team up?" asked a woman in a pink dress who was standing next to William.

Yet. That didn’t mean she felt safe. “We’ll rotate through three-minute matches,” Lilly said as she paced the room, scanning the tournament rules. “Scoring is based on precision, control, and stamina—not damage.” “Good,” Tala muttered. “Because if someone throws a real punch at Jade, I’ll be in that arena before the bell rings.” Jade smirked, but only faintly. “No one’s trying to kill me. At least… not publicly.” Ashina looked up from her spot on the couch, where she was wrapping cloth around her wrists. “That’s what worries me.”