Spooky Nook Volleyball Tournament นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Aom smiled widely on seeing Aroon. "Mr Mongkut..why did you call me?", Aroon asked. "Oh..yeah..sitdown. I will explain.", Mr Mongkut said and both Oak and Aroon took seats. "Okay..so guys, ", The volleyball Coach commenced " You know this year's first inter college sports meet is day after tomorrow and it's between the champion teams and Runner up teams of last year. And we are the host since we were the overall champions of last year. You guys know, this is not a very important match. It’s just a fun match. We are not gonna become champions if we win this match."

The next morning, Zoe and Sara made their way down the grand staircase, the scent of breakfast wafting through the halls. As they neared the entrance to the dining hall, a crowd of students gathered around a large parchment pinned to the wall, each person vying for a glimpse. “What’s all the excitement?” Sara wondered aloud, exchanging a curious look with Zoe. They moved closer, weaving through the crowd until the words came into view: Nighthaven Academy Annual Tournament Announcement All students are required to participate in the upcoming tournament to showcase combat skills, resilience, and strategy. Competitions include solo and team rounds. One month remains for training and preparation

I feel a bubble of excitement, rising from my chest but I bottle it in quickly. “When?” “Just this morning.” I imagine Aidan biting into my cookie and a thrill runs through me. “I'll do it.” I say taking the cookie from her hand. “Are you sure?” she asks, lifting a brow. But she hands over the cookie and steps away. “It's fine, I'll do it.” The hockey tournament is tomorrow and the rival teams are visiting. Which means that Sylas Reid, the only person said to be able to beat Aidan at the sport, would be on campus too.

The champion of each tournament will be awarded one point and, at the end of Intrams, all points will be tallied to decide the overall champion. Kate sees from the master copy of the roster of players that most of ICT have signed up for e-sports, including Terra of 11-Narra. She guesses either ICT 11 or ICT 12 will dominate those games, namely Dungeon Raydens and Call of Duty. The Bali Girls of STEM 12 have the women’s volleyball covered, though they would likely face some stiff competition from ABM 12, Maricar’s team. ABM 12 would also probably own the dash and relay races because of their secret weapon, AJ, who has competed in the regionals.

The sounds of skates slicing ice, shouts echoing were chaotic, but it was the kind of chaos that didn’t ask anything from me. I could breathe here. Even if each breath still shook on the way out. Our team was running drills, but tonight, they weren’t alone. Another school team, North Valley, if I caught the name right was also practicing on the other side of the rink. Apparently, they’d rented ice time before the tournament. Their players wore navy and gold, and their cheer squad had come along too. I took a seat on the bench behind the glass, trying to stay unnoticed. But his eyes found me instantly and he gave me a wide grin.

“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.”

Moments Later [Rina P.O.V] The gymnasium had been stripped of athletic pretense. Draped in sprawling, neon-lit gothic aesthetic for the Thursday Night Social. The "Game Night" the student body lived for. A high-stakes social arena where reputations were forged or incinerated before weekend formal balls. By 19:00, the bleachers were a sea of shifting eyes. Glowing ambers of Werewolf tracks. Icy blues of Sirens. Sharp predatory gazes of Vampires. All waiting for one thing: the crowning of the "Spirit Queen."

Eloise said, raising an eyebrow as she noticed how lost I looked. I blinked and gave a sheepish nod. “It’s the biggest tournament in the entire realm!” she exclaimed, her eyes glowing with excitement. “It happens every five years when the Blue Moon draws near. The Werewolf High Council hosts it, and schools from all over the packs and clans send their strongest, smartest, and most beautiful students ages eighteen to twenty four, to compete.” “And every species gets to join in!” Nyx added, bouncing excitedly. “Werewolves, vampires, witches, faes, sirens, everyone!”

“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

“What's done is done. You better not disappoint me or botch the game. Go out there and smash it. The scouts are waiting with the media personnels.” I exhaled and nodded. Jace threw an arm over my shoulder, giving me a comforting squeeze. I nodded and closed my eyes. Yes, I can do this. ***** ZAYDEN. Location: Ice rink. The cheers from the spectators were deafening. Flags of UCLA, Arctic wolves, and Northstars were flying among the crowd of humans. This wasn't a major tournament, or sports event. It was just a little game organized by the school to help sponsors find the right target for their money. Yet it drew almost as much crowd as a major League would.