Spooky Nook Tournament Schedule Novels & Stories

Surprise flickered. "You cooked?" he asked Lennox, suspiciously. "Maybe," the man replied. "And we're still alive." Marcus huffed, but the smile on his face only lasted a second. Then he glanced at his phone again, stepping closer, voice more serious. "Just got an email. Updated tournament schedule. The tour... got moved up." Sloane lowered her spoon. Lennox looked up. "By how much?" Marcus glanced at the screen, then back at Sloane.

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.

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."

I replied, sitting up attentively. He cleared his throat and started, "The castle's Hunt event has a history of over thirty years. It takes place on the night of the full moon in April, with all 48 Alphas from North America, along with the Alpha King, participating. Due to some specific reasons, the event was moved to the night before the full moon, starting two years ago." At this point, he gave me a knowing look, and we both understood those "specific reasons." "I get it," I nodded. "The event is less than a month away now, and I'm getting nervous."

Still, he mostly kept in touch with Liam Weaver and less with Charlie, so it made sense that Charlie wasn't up to date, let alone aware that Aurora had gone to Tokyo. Charlie then asked, "What's the schedule like?" "The tournament itself started a few days ago in Budokan," Nanako replied. "If memory serves, the final is tomorrow." Charlie nodded. "Do you think Aurora will make it?" "Of course," Nanako smiled. "She has been cruising through her opponents, but I heard her opponent is a dark horse. I don't know many details about her, but if there are no surprises, Aurora will meet her in the finals."

Then he looks directly toward me before motioning toward the stage. Right. Announcements. I stand from my seat before grabbing the microphone positioned near the center platform. “Ladies and gentlemen,” I say loudly enough carrying throughout the hall. “Your attention please.” Conversations immediately die down around the room. Beside me, Raiden crosses his arms over his chest while continuing watching the crowd carefully. He looked intimidating as hell tonight. “This year’s competition officially begins tomorrow morning at eight a.m. sharp,” I continue while glancing around the packed hall. “Fight schedules and brackets are posted throughout the palace as well as inside the main gym arena.”

“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

I sat up straight and swiped the answer button. “Coach.” “It's already eight, are you still sleeping?” His tone was a bit annoyed, probably because he had to call me too many times before I answered. “I'm awake now.” My pitch was low, voice hoarse from disuse. “Is there a problem?” “Scouts from major leagues will be coming to our school to select players who would receive their sponsorship. An internal tournament would be held to decide that.” My chest tightened. It was happening sooner than expected. “Is the tournament today?”

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.”

“Join the upcoming tournament.” Matthew was surprised. He did not say anything back, only his eyebrows furrowed deeply. “The tournament will be held about 60 days from now. It’s a chance for all fighters to win fame and money, and for some, a chance to test or prove themself.” Jack’s last point sounded like it was specified to Matthew. The fact that Jack was raising this topic after Yuki already did made Matthew think that Loki might also be using Yuki without her notice, but that seemed unlikely.