Spooky Nook Tournament Schedule Novels & Stories

“Didn’t think you’d remember with... everything else going on.” “Don’t start,” I warned. He raised his hands. “Hey, just saying. You’ve had your plate full.” I ignored that, leaning back. “When’s it supposed to be?” “Two weeks from now. The invites already went out. Four packs confirmed attendance.” “Four?” I repeated. “Which ones?” “The Red Claw, Silver Fang, Moon Dust, and... The Blood Serpents.” I groaned. “Great. Just who I needed.” Felix smirked. “Oh come on, Alpha. You know you love the competition.”

I turn to Tessa who looks deeply engaged in her food recipes,but I know that deep within she is as much excited and worried about tomorrow as I am. "What's our schedule, again?" I ask. Tessa sighs. "Can we not talk about it? I'm already freaking out. Moon God knows what will happen tomorrow." "What's there to happen? We'll be attending our classes, that's all and I…" I hop out of my bed in my comfy shorts and walk over to the seating area. "...will be preparing to win the competition." I flag the notice sheet that I xeroxed from the notice board about this year's Annual competition. It will be held in December. Which means I have got a lot of time to train myself.

“There’s going to be an inter-pack tournament.” I blinked. “What?” “You heard me! Silvermist Academy versus Brownclaw Academy. A full-scale talent tournament. Combat, elemental channeling, mind-trials, the whole thing! And it’s happening in—drumroll—two weeks!” Two weeks. That explained the buzzing atmosphere around us. It wasn’t normal chatter; it was anticipation. “Are we even ready for that?” I asked. Max snorted. “We will be. Our instructors are going crazy already. You should have seen Mr. Orin this morning; he practically threw himself out of the classroom window just trying to demonstrate a tactical roll.”

“Since Crystal didn’t want to sign the end of the contract. I knew at that moment that it would not go well. And I confirmed it when I started dreaming about possible futures. Some were scarier than others, really. This is our best option.” I sighed and said, “If this is our best option, then let’s use the ball that is already being planned as the tournament’s opening event.” Mom nodded silently, still smiling. Dad slapped his hands together and said, “Well… we have a tournament to plan and a lot of announcements to make. Let’s get started!”

“Look who finally decided to join the living.” “She looks like trouble. What’s the vibe Flora?” Jeffery added. “Ummmm,” I said, leaning against the counter and trying to look casual. “I just want the rundown. What’s the official list of events for tonight?” They both started briefing me at once. “Well we have a drinking competition,” Lucille continued. “Snooker tournament in the games room,” Jeffrey added. I raised my hands, cutting them off with a sharp laugh. “Okay, okay, pause. I have something fun to add to the itinerary.”

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 ..

He was watching Tristan leave. “THE TOURNAMENT IS ABOUT TO BEGIN!” a voice yelled over the speakers. Josh looked up at Thomas. “What do you mean, tournament?” “The Annual City Park Throwdown,” Thomas explained while kicking his board up. “I forgot to mention it on the phone because I was worried about something. It is an open entry event. Tristan paid the f*e and signed up as a wild card ten minutes ago.”

She placed them down forcefully enough to hear the glass clunk against the wood. “Better?” she mocked. “Much better,” Wes laughed. “Now, I’m feeling the vibe. It’s only better in October when we have Halloween snacks.” “October is coming. Which reminds me, we need to talk about the Telluride Horror Show.” “That’s right.” Wes leaned back and rubbed his hand over the stubble advancing across his chin. “It’s almost time. How was Nightmare?”

"Guest arrival games start at seven thirty in the east lawn. Archery range with silver-tipped arrows for bragging rights. Knife throwing booth. Strength challenge with the weighted logs. Winners get custom medals, losers buy drinks." "Security coverage?" "Two plainclothes at each station. One uniformed at the entrance to the lawn. K9 unit patrolling the perimeter. I coordinated with Marcus yesterday." Nikolai leaned in. "Fireworks sync?" "Timed to the band finale," Colt said. "Ten thirty sharp. Tech crew confirmed the remote triggers this morning." I nodded even though he couldn't see. "Indoor games?" "Pool tournament in the lounge for the humans who don't want to shift. Poker tables in the

“No. I don’t even know what happened. I was just—” “Not important,” Tessa cut in, already shifting into strategic mode. She pulled her cloak tighter and looked around as if analyzing the entire territory in seconds. “What matters now is momentum. The Blood Moon is gone. The pack is healing. But if we don’t move fast, uncertainty will rise again.” Darius narrowed his eyes. “What are you suggesting?” Tessa stepped closer, lowering her voice. “We must announce a tournament. Immediately.” Gamma blinked. “A tournament? Tonight?”