Spooky Nook Volleyball Tournament Novels & Stories

Just wait and watch, babe," saying Blake went back to the court while Brooke stood there with pink cheeks. Now that was something interesting. Soon the next rally began, and the teams played with all their efforts, skills and egos. It was no more a playground of beach volleyball but the warfield of male Gorillas. At the third set, both teams were on tie with the win of one set by each. "Daddy, you'll have to win!" Noah jumped up and down, cheering for his dad while Brooke and Aunt Matilde cheered for the K team. "Smurfette, watch this!" Blake called out, tossing the ball high and bouncing off the ground. His body swirled in the air twice before his open hand spiked the ball to the Kingstons.

The four of them are walking down a busy street, the sky painted in the soft orange hues of late afternoon. They walked in a loose line, the streets humming with after-school chatter and the scent of grilled meat from a nearby stand. A fluttering poster on a nearby brick wall catches their eyes; the bold letters read the following: “Tournament of Richt, Regionals starting this weekend!" Location: Westvale Arena – just 2 stops away from here. Roy smirks and nudges Tanaka with his elbow.

I hear Charles make some noises, averting my gaze to see him lazily falling back against the couch as he expels, “The kid isn’t going with me, and I can’t help the cold feet...can’t Kashira go with me this time?” The door comes open just then and Nova comes in zipping his black sweatshirt with his hair damp from a shower. Quickly, I say to Charles before nodding at Dhirv, “Quit whining your yap, I’ll be babysitting your ass tonight”. He goes flustered, miffed, and about to say something when Dhirv begins to talk. “The rules for tonight’s tournament will be different from the last one. Draws will be made to determine who each contestant will be going against. We have to assign each member to

I jumped excitedly, absorbing the positive shift of triumph over uneasiness as a result of the ambiguous fate of the match. Everyone's energies were lifted except the opposing team's players and their coach. The disappointment would probably linger for a while but it would be out of their systems after a few drinks tonight at the bonfire. The Houndcross Luveldom team carried their captain on their shoulders as Saiora explained to me that he was in the twelfth grade and it was normal for eleventh graders and twelfth graders to have combined activities like this. The Varada Ball that would take place in the Winter would be one of those occasions.

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.

Sarah, Duke, and Julian were on the other side. “Hey!” One of the young women from the party said coming down the stairs. “Mind if we join?” Sarah scowled at the two, but David grinned. “More the merrier. You two can’t be on the same team though.” He leaned over and whispered to me. “They play volleyball for their colleges.” The brunette strolled over to our side and looked up at David. “I volunteer to be on your team.” “Great,” he said. “Let’s get started.”

Guess that’s why it was called the VIP area. As they made their way there, Andre stated, matter of factly, to Colleen who was probably still wondering why tickets to a ‘meaningless’ tennis game were overpriced and sold out. “The two opponents are Gregory Bellingham and Winston Stone. Know them?” She shook her head in negativity. “They’re in the Adult League State Tennis Championship being held in Michigan this year. Apparently, they are the best, top two even. Although this is merely a friendly, people say it could be a reflection on who would win the State Championship this year.”

I reached Coach’s door. "Come in," he called out. He looked up and pointed to the chair across from him. "Sit down, Liam." I sat. Coach didn't say anything for a moment. He just looked at me, his eyes sharp. "I’ll get straight to it," Coach said, leaning forward. "We received the official invite for the Northwood tournament. It’s in for weeks and you and the boys who would be chosen would be away for a week. As you know, it is a high-prestige event. They only want a small group; some skaters and two goalies. We aren't taking the whole squad."

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.”

“Oh no!“ Dreading his mother’s intention, Heron slapped his face, shaking his head. Luna Phoebe speaks into the microphone, “Everyone may I please have your attention?” The music lowers, and the crowd hushes. “It’s time to start the scavenger hunt. After that, we will have the poker and pool table contest. There are five tables and billiards being set up around the backyard. Anyone is allowed to enter. We have prizes and giveaways.” An uproar of delightful cheers proliferated the grounds. Heron scrunched his face and gave his mother a pointed look.