Novel & Cerita Spooky Nook Tournament

My own strength and smarts were enough to make any Alpha bend the knee. So, to give me a boost, and to basically announce to everyone who I was, Dad made a huge decision. "Send word to all tribes! Next month, the Moonshadow Realm will host the grandest celebration since we closed our borders!" Soon, the entire werewolf world was buzzing. I sat beside the throne, nodding in satisfaction. "It's time they knew the Princess of the Moonshadow Realm has returned." "Blackrock Tribe is not on the invitation list," Father said, handing me the list. "I'll make them understand the price of humiliating Moonshadow royalty."

"You don't have to worry about that. I'll take good care of Aella and you too. But I won't use you as a sacrifice. I'll find the Millennium Nymph for Aella, but I'm not sure where to get it." "A Millennium Nymph? I think I've heard of it before..." Ada suddenly exclaimed. "Wait! I know!" "Where?" "The Hippocrates Cup Tournament! The winner gets a Millennium Nymph!" She showed Logan her phone. Logan decided to join despite his initial lack of interest. Dr. Nightingale had helped him sign up before, but now he saw it as a worthwhile endeavor. The tournament seemed more significant than he had thought. Why would a typical competition offer such a rare prize?

"The god of wisdom has blessed this year's tournament. The topic shall be revealed on the day of contest - no preparation, no prediction, only the raw capacity to think and persuade under pressure." Murmurs rippled through the tables. The supernatural debate format was brutal by design - no human forewarning, no studied arguments, only the particular cruelty of being forced to defend positions you hadn't chosen with evidence you hadn't gathered. "Each house submits four competitors," Alaric continued. "Team leaders, announce your selections."

During the last episode of our tale entitled "Let's Play", the main characters were invited by Mike to "play" with a makeshift Ouija board... Bad idea, but I'm just the Storyteller of the Supernatural Spa, dear reader. What do I know? Anyway, let's continue with the story... Enjoy! ++++++++

Arthur cried out from the backyard. Zack rolled his eyes as he took the food that had been prepared by their mother. He brought it out into the backyard as Arthur and Damien—the Delta of the Shadow Pack—were arranging the tables for their gathering that night. “Would it help if you just use the mind link? You don’t have to shout throughout the forest so that everyone would know I am a lazy ass son of a—”

“Was headed towards town. It's almost the end of the month and winter is coming, wanted to get a few new things.” “Oh. Emm...may I tag along?” “I guess so. You haven't really seen what Remus looks like when it's a busy day, have you?” Avril shook her head and followed after Verona as she turned around and headed out. “I wanted to tell you, this year's last Weak End Tournament is coming. You know, the close of it for the year. This time, the fight is like a whole championship game and takes up to a whole week. The winner goes home with a lot of stuff as the prize,” Verona explained as they gently climbed down the stairs.

My skin pricked at the sight as he shoved his tongue down her throat, his other hand freely fumbling her. I recoiled in disgust at the sight. Did Aaron really think this would hurt me? After he’d practically ripped my heart out five years ago? I scoffed as his eyes met mine, and Dorian took me down the podium. “It’s a night of celebration, but most importantly, Nightspire Honor Night commemorates our triumph over the witches and forces of evil.” The MC’s gaze narrowed to Aaron’s table as he cleared his throat. “We ought to treat it as dignified as possible.”

I saw Reverie sitting at the back while I’m sitting here in front since I’m their new face. “We’re preparing for the annual tournament next year, and luckily, our school will be hosting that event. But for those who are willing to take part in this year-end tournament held every December of each year, feel free to ask Miss Jon and me for the details.” We clapped our hands as Macky ended her last announcement.

Her scent was just too intoxicating for this bond despite how much I hated it mentally and personally. Extending out my right hand’s claws, I discreetly stabbed my palms, letting the pain take over me instead so I wouldn’t be drowning in the bond pull. Clearing my throat, I stood upright and announced, “A week from now, the Luna Game will be held, and you’ll be a participant together with Lo-Morina.” With that, I turned and was ready to leave. “Wait! What?” she asked in panic and ran after me, stopping me by holding my hand.

Curious, I requested to know what the tournament was all about. According to Reuben, the moon tournament, happens every year on a solar eclipse full moon, that night, everyone will be in their full power and the moon goodness will choose the next protector of the realm, the one who will become the next Alpha or Luna, as Mikaela rudely interrupted her brother ..