Spooky Nook Tournament Novels & Stories

“This new tournament -- we’re calling it the Half-Moon Tournament -- will start exactly two weeks from now. Teams that are evenly split between the Crescents and the Fullmoons will compete in the tournament. Each team will be primarily human, with a werewolf captain, and at the end of the tournament, the captains of all of the remaining teams -- one team comprised entirely from the Crescent faction and the other from the Fullmoon faction -- will play head-to-head to decide which faction will be the Alpha pack of Mountainview for the next generation.” “So,” Ronan said all of a sudden after being silent for so long, leaning his elbows on the table and fixing his eyes on me. “What do you say to

Away they went. Three hours had elapsed, yet the tournament raged on. The Red Moon pack held its lead, though the Dark of the Gods pack was a close second. In the third game, referred to as the hunt, both teams would venture into the woods together with ropes for hiding and seeking. The hunt begins with a gunshot once they've found their hiding place. Whoever gets tired will lose, and the winner will have to bring the loser to the front to see everyone in the crowd. When it was Dawn turn, she wasted no time finding a place to hide. Her familiarity with the area allowed her to pinpoint the best hiding places. What excited her most about the hunting game was competing against Malachi, her best

Noah snapped his fingers at Scott, who handed him a color-coded folder with his calendar of upcoming events. “Homeless fundraiser at the Moon Goddess temple, the Alpha golf tournament, the opening ceremony of Nightcrest University,” he listed, snapping the folder shut, “all of which involve us attending together. That’s not to mention our application to host the Lunar Festival.” For a moment, I thought that I saw desperation flicker in Noah’s eyes. “I cannot be without a Luna when the Alpha Council comes to review us.”

She lowered her voice carefully. "Have you thought of any plan yet?" I stayed quiet for a moment before finally nodding slowly. "Actually... yes." Nina immediately looked interested. "What is it?" I leaned closer slightly. "They've been planning the next bike cast tournament." Nina blinked. "The underground race thing?" I nodded. "I heard Damon and Colt talking about it yesterday. A lot of people are going to attend. Security is going to be messy because everybody will be focused on the tournament." Nina slowly started understanding where I was going with this.

she looked Jai dead in the eyes in a curious expression. In the midst Jai was thankful that they didn’t actually mention his name before when referencing those events, his comfort was immediately shot down by her. Now that embarrassment was not questionable and the adults chuckled from his response. “Also I would need your opinions on some things about the tournament. Like um, reviews. The Friendly Aeronbound Tournament is planned to be held every few years in Aeronvein, so your feedback would be much appreciated,” the Minister said.

I see some traditions haven’t changed. I slide over and see a crystal tumbler on a tray on top of the bar, filled with water a handwritten note that says, ‘drink me’. Yeah, yeah. I know the drill. Ignoring the Alice in Wonderland vibes, the venue where The Tournament is held is a secret location only known to the host and the people responsible for putting this whole thing together. Competitors and guests are taken to the location in secret to protect its anonymity and prevent anyone from alerting Interpol. Can’t shut down what you can’t find.

She smelled of cheap Academy soap and the lingering ozone of adrenaline. "I am plotting a victory," I corrected. Not looking up from the blueprint of the Eastern Arena. "Which, in this institution, usually requires a murder or two." "The Quarterly Tournament," Neoma sighed. She leaned her elbows on the table. "They announced it at breakfast. Mandatory participation for all cadets. Including Special Assets." "It is a culling," I said. I slid a ledger toward her. "Look at the data. Past twenty winners. What do you see?" Neoma traced the names with a finger that still had a faint tremor. "House Vane. House Grimm. House Ashfang. All Alphas. All heavy hitters."

"About the business anyways, you are my substitute fighter to compromise our event and you to carry yourself to the finals so we can fetch good currency" "The hunters know I'm working at WPD?" "I'll book you in the motel for the night before you train yourself for the tournament and to do that you'll need to make an excuse" "Excuse about what?" "That you're squeamish as f*cking always rather than telling the truth, right?" "I'll tell her as I book in" "The tournaments start on Sunday past afternoon in district five in Twilight city" She passes me a brown banana fiber folder. "What's this?"

I say and receive several chuckles. “My next announcement is related to our pack becoming official. While I was away, I also applied for our new pack to participate in the Tournament of the Moon Goddess this year. The tournament will take place in three months’ time. If you are interested in participating, Carlos and I will be having additional training sessions to get pack members ready to participate.” There is a lot of chatter and quiet discussion at this announcement.

ASTERION SCHOLARS TOURNAMENT Eligible seniors enrolled at any institution in the Asterion School District may apply. The tournament will comprise three rounds, each dedicated to one of the following subjects: metamorphological science, inter-species history and shifter literature. Competitors must be 18 years of age or have signed permission by a parent or guardian to enter. Enter to win: First place with $5000 cash prize, second place with $2500 cash prize, third place with $1000 cash prize.