Spooky Nook Tournament Novels & Stories

Went to the hospital without another word. Jet stood in the front of the pack, watching them walk away. I assumed he was trying to find the right words. After clearing his throat, “There will be a traditional tournament. The winner will get the position of gamma. We have already decided on each phase and to let everyone know that anything marked in the yellow tape is officially restricted territory as we set it all up. Jameson will be allowed to compete, so the tournament will be held in one week. A sign up sheet is already posted in the foyer. Let me be clear, there are three rounds. A fighting round, critical thinking around and an obstacles course. These are designed to test you mentally

“With him on our team, there will be hope for UN to win.” The team tournament started before he could finish his sentence. Opponents were picked randomly. Felix, Nathan, and the rest were exasperated to see that UN Club was once again playing against Sparks Club. The gamer who played top against Max just before was called Enzo Warner. He was a member of the team from Sparks Club. Enzo gestured a cut to the throat with his thumb when he spotted Max and this team. “I wasn’t familiar with using the Hands of Noxus during the duel. Let’s continue the fight in the team tournament.”

"And you thought this was a dumb idea." Stretched above the gymnasium door was a banner welcoming kids and their families to the "Dark Hollow Community College Halloween Spook-Tacular." Games, bake sale, raffle, costume contest. Sponsored by various local businesses, all proceeds to benefit the new Children's Wing at the hospital, yadda-yadda.

“You’re finally back, Dad! I’m so glad to see you. We really need someone like you to lead us in our current situation.” James asked, “How are things looking recently? Did anything happen while I was gone?” Jacopo replied, “The Dooms finalized and announced the date of the tournament. They’ll be holding the Endlos Tournament in the Doom Realm after ten million years. The winner of the tournament will receive the Endlos Heart and become the new lord of all Endlos.” “They’re holding the tournament in ten million years?!” James knitted his brows. He did not expect the tournament to be happening this soon. James could not help but worry whether Henrik and the others would be able to inform all o

His voice takes on a dexterous edge and I narrow my gaze. “I’ve got the location for the next tournament and it’s happening here in Ewon,” He says and I go grim. Stiffly drumming my fingers over the desk, “I need more about the shelters here, we need to know if there are variants like me. While we’re at it, we should make preparations to join the tournament” I smirk diabolically, moving gears in my head.

“What do you mean?” “The tournament brings every Alpha, Beta, Gamma, and elite warrior together in one place,” Nyx explains carefully. “Maddox doesn’t care about tonight. He’s preparing for the main event.” A cold feeling settles heavily in my chest. Damn it. Nyx was right. This attack wasn’t meant to win. It was meant to distract us. To weaken us. “Maddox,” I say aloud while staring at the screens. “As in Rogue King Maddox.” “The one and only,” Zayden replies grimly.

He kept making the same mistakes over and over again and Mike was losing his patience. “That will be interesting to see,” I said. “I wonder if any other pack will bring their female warriors to compete.” It was a tradition to organize a tournament during every Alphas meeting. The Tournament of Three Kingdoms was held in the battle arena and a large clearing in the middle of the forest. There were three different challenges the participants had to complete to win. Moonlit Duels was a challenge where the participants engaged in one-on-one combat on the clearing and under the full moon.

I remember what the ruthless Ambassador Hugo Cassidy told us during the welcome ceremony last time. G. District G. Go, Grow, Glow. "The previous rounds were full of exciting events. Now, we're up for the final round! Band together with your teams because the competition is set to lash the Word Arena. One hundred thirty brilliant juveniles from Districts A to Z are conspired to see each other on the 2nd Maharlika Spelling Twistbee. Our nation is simply a dictionary arranged in Alphabetical order and you need to find your purpose, your meaning to function."

“I understand, I was almost late filling out all these scholarships, then I had to run around and get stamps. My parents wouldn’t give me any of theirs. Then I had to go to the bank to have money orders taken out of my account to send in for the college application fees. All of them have nearly wiped me out.” “Yeah.” Normal world problems just couldn’t make an impact today. “You missed my announcement for the next game.” “Which is?” “It’s Halloween on Friday, so we’re gonna have it in a cemetery.” “I don’t know. Isn’t that illegal?” “This is a decommissioned cemetery. No one goes there anymore. We’re gonna bring sleeping bags, pick up some snacks, game all night, then come back in the mornin

Instead of approaching me, he circled around as if he was looking for something or someone. "Why are you worried about the tournament?" he asked and a dry chuckle escaped his lips. "I felt amused that you mention that. There was an announcement on the portal five minutes ago. The tournament is no longer a regional qualifier anymore. They have invited the National Scouts with experienced recruiters from every Ivy League program. They will be in the stands watching you, Avery."