The Nightmare Fighting Tournament Novels & Stories

I would feel so bad if I let her down and I refused to. All the participants sat there worried and nervous until the board came out, led by Mr. Andrews. Mr. Andrews took his place in front of the room. "Without wasting anytime, the winner is Nia Richardson." he announced. It took me a while to realize my name was called until Martha hugged me. My body refused to move, and my mind went blank. "Wait, why don't I get it. How was her idea better than mine." one of the participants asked offended. She turned to look at me glaring. "Is it because she's the boss' assistant?" she accused.

Valerie said as she shuddered. "Yeah. Well, let me get back out there while these are cooking. Don't worry, Val, I'll be careful if that guy comes back in here." "Alright, girl. I'll talk to you later." Tabitha wasn’t going to tell Valerie about the dreams involving Mark. Those were the real nightmares. They had evolved from just him raping her after being with the man she couldn’t see. There were several where he forced himself on her. She shuddered as she thought about those. That was part of her past that she didn’t care to remember.

But it wasn’t. Roy stared at the ceiling for a long moment. It was blank, empty and white. And then it hit him, like a punch from the inside out. The Tournament of Richt starts in a week. He blinked slowly. “Oh, right.” He’d almost forgotten. The biggest combat tournament in the region. Hell, the continent, was kicking off soon. Hosted by the Celestial Watch and broadcast across the globe, with scouts from all factions itching to spot talent. And he was in it. Because, of course, he is in it.

Jess sat up right and once more it was pitch black, that’s when jess understood what this was. “My nightmares.” Jess whispered, her voiced echoed in the darkness, but it was as if Jess had just said the key for everything to explode. Every single one of her bad memories, jumped out of the dark, young Jess sitting with her dead mother, trying to clean her wound, hoping she will wake up if Jess just keeps pressure on it. Her Father chasing her, beating her, screaming at her. Her beast tormenting her once again. All the Jess’s, the young ones or the older ones, each one of them that cried out in pain as they were being cut, burned or beaten, each Jess that was ever told how she should just die,

The fire of determination burns within me, propelling me forward into the fight that lies ahead. We shake hands, a mere formality, and bow to the spectators who fill the arena. The sound of the bell rings through the air, igniting a frenzy of excitement among the crowd. The stage transforms into a gladiator’s ring, an arena where dominance is battled for. It’s not a fight to the death, but rather a test of strength and will. Victory can be claimed through knocking out the opponent, the surrender of the opposing alpha, or the opponent giving up on their own accord. Only on rare occasions does death stain the battlefield.

Nero asks Ezra as they are both heading outside of the house. “No, I will not, I don’t want to know what she is like beforehand, just make sure you win or we will never hear the end of it.” Ezra gives Nero a nudge on his shoulder. Knowing full well that there is a lot at stake for the pack Nero gets right back to the training. Within days of the letter the tournament is ready to take place. Gordon leads the group of three as they arrive near Alpha Raymond’s Pack territory. They have erected extra wooden seat’s for the spectators, who have come from near and far to watch. Nero tries his best not to get nervous but at his age it isn’t quite as easy with such a crowd around. Nero is only 20 yea

Wilson did not think too much about it and ate all his food. He ate and drank everything given to him in minutes and laid down to sleep. He realized that he could not sleep from all the excitement. Afterall, Dale had told him that this city shared boundaries with Forest City. And that it was only a matter of time before they got there. He knew he needed to sleep, so that he could wake up early to train. Dale had told him to keep training in preparation for the tournament in forest city. The tournament was a one day contest in which lots of teenagers of sixteen would participate regardless of where they were from. This contest always began with all the contestants fighting at the same time i

It couldn't really be long before the chair would give way, because the little, never calm whirlwind was playing around on it. To the great joy of the mob, Katthike finally opened the actual tournament, and the warriors marched into the arena to enthusiastic cheers. Kanaima continued to squint to the right. But nothing happened. The chair stopped. The sword fighters began and everyone cheered. The fighting was not about life or death, although fatal injuries were frequent. Rather, they fought for victory points awarded by the arbitrators. And whoever collected the most of them after three rounds was considered the winner of the game. So it went on with hectic bets of the spectators until the

"As far as I know, Phantom is sneaky… and You are the famous Varun Bakshi of Phoenix Gods… After what he did to the Lieutenant and team, I don't think he would want to reveal himself in front of either Phoenix Gods members or any military personnel. I mean, Why would anyone in his right mind, would try to enter the lion's den?" "Exactly," Jake added, "if I was him, I would probably lay low for a while!" "Hmm… I see," Varun agreed with them with a sullen tone, "Well, that's a problem!" "Hahaha… don't be so gloomy about it!" Akash laughed as he patted his back, "Besides… more than Phantom you should focus on the Thunder Beast tournament." 'Thunder Beast Tournament…' Creed scrolled through his

He crumpled into a heap, his head at an odd angle on his neck. Images were flashing through Michael's brain as the judges' fear grew. He saw people with his talent for affecting the real world being hunted for centuries. For all those years the mass of lucid dreamers and minor magicians had tried the few stronger ones for supposed crimes against the Rule of the Council. Everyone who had come into contact with them had been destroyed to keep the existence of magicians and sorcerers secret from the majority of dreamers and the public at large. "Kill him!" one of the judges shrieked. "Kill him now."