The Nightmare Fighting Tournament Novels & Stories

It was the first day of the tournament, and preparations were being made. The tournament was going to last for five days, with three rounds a day. The finalist would fight on the last day, and the winner would be declared. Alaric didn't want it to be held at the Packhouse Training Center because he felt it would be too small for the audience. So it was being held at an arena in town the size of a football field. It was owned by Desmond, and it was far from the human world, so it wouldn't be a problem.

Tyr Summers declared. “We’re ready!” In an instant, the atmosphere of the place became fiery. “Good,” said Tyr. Max brought over a box with sixteen rolls of paper inside. He announced, “The rules of the tournament are simple. Here are sixteen rolls of paper with the numbers one to eight written on them. There will be two pieces of each number, and those who picked the same number will fight. Whoever wins proceeds to the next round. The next round will the same thing and those who lose will continue fighting with this method.”

Andres deliberately wanted to distort Gigi's state of mind so that he could win by surprise. .... Lying in the pavilion at the Elixir Sector leisurely, Darryl was about to fall asleep. Suddenly, he heard the noise from the square and frowned. What happened? Why was it so noisy? Just then, Sofia came out of the hall and heard the noise in the square. She thought of something and said with a smile, "Head of Elixir Sector, don't you know that today is the annual fighting tournament? It's very lively." Fighting tournament?

"I am going to host a huge gathering. We will have a tournament during the day and the following evening a huge ball. I plan to invite many alphas who want to marry Annalise. Then, I will see who is a good fit and present them to her and her father. What do you think?" I thought about it for a minute. This seemed like a good idea, But I needed to figure out what to make of the tournament. I mind-linked him. "What is a tournament, and why are you thinking we should have one?" "Oh, um, a tournament is where various packs unite and fight one another. to show their strength." "Do the Luna and Alpha fight."

“I know you didn’t mean to send him out that way, and he knows that too. He’s only worried.” “Worried?” I frowned. “You haven’t told him about your panic attacks? The nightmares?” Oh. She didn’t know. I didn’t know if I should be relieved or disappointed. But I guess this was a better outcome. “No, not yet.” She sighed, out of sadness, and probably relief too. Because she’d probably be a little heartbroken if I had been able to talk to Alexander about something she and my parents never got to find out. I never talked to anyone except my therapist, about the details of what happened the night I got the scar. There were so many unresolved emotions around it that I was still not willing to face

After all, it was safer to avoid these kinds of situations rather than fighting back and getting seriously hurt. But that flame in her wouldn’t go away. In fact, it flared up when she heard that this was one of Nightmare’s goons. Nightmare was the callsign of one of the many griefers who played Bellum Aeterna. He and his wholly demented gang of griefers very often harassed and killed other players, wherever they went. They never helped anyone, or even engaged in actual, proper PVP. They just went around and randomly ganged up on people just to get them angry. All because it brought them great enjoyment to do so.

This little rascal! He would never let her find out about it even if his hand really hurt because he was afraid she would stop him from taking part in the tournament. He was just comforting her. Did he really think she was not aware of that? Hmph. Max stuck out his tongue in embarrassment when he realized Eva had seen through him. After that, they continued with the tournament. The final game would determine the champion of the team tournament. It was between UN Club and Dream Club. Before they headed into the arena, Felix patted every team member’s shoulder gently as he gave them encouragement.

"You are wrong Zera. This game he is talking about is not only finding her, this game is about killing. Those who are good at fighting will survive and those who do not know will die." Zera was shocked by what she heard, she didn't know that it was going to be so deep. "That's why we have to go back there, to asked someone to train us, also you Zera, you should know how to defend yourself, you're their target," Nash said making everyone stop. Gavin and Xanti looked at Zera.

Liana said cunningly before hanging up. "Damn it! This woman’s got me cornered!" Frederick rubbed his temples. His master’s choice of fiancée for him was truly formidable—Liana was no pushover! The next day, the Aston Savant Arts Tournament began as scheduled on the outskirts of Mirage City. Fighters and the various factions from all over Aston State streamed in, and crowds of onlookers gathered early to witness the spectacle. "The major factions like the Diamond Guild, Tranquil Academy, and Willforce Guild are all here!"

Max I sit in my seat at church, located to the left of Austin. The long oval red oak table proudly presents the emblem of our club. The death symbol holding his usual scythe along with a shield. Under the emblem are the words Nightmare Warriors MC in black bold letters. We have only been in church a few moments and are still waiting on a few brothers to join us, but judging my Austin's nervous behavior, I can tell something is defiantly wrong. The thought worries me. This club doesn't need any more bullshit.