The Tournament Of Power Novels & Stories

I would not give them that. Raymond was not a shield. He was a piece on the board — a piece they underestimated because they assumed the warmth of his blood made him fragile. In that, they were mistaken. The Tournament would take place in the Arena of Thorns — a place older than the Veil’s current map, its sands blackened by centuries of blood. The rules were few and enforced only when the High Arbiter deigned to lift a hand. Fights were not always to the death, but they were never without cost.

“He is coming, let me go and get you something to eat and drink.” He then walked out leaving me with the girls. “This thing is crazy, you know.” Adeth said, lying beside me on the bed. “What is?” “This whole tournament, it's like a period where all who have several grievances use it to settle their issues.” “It's just a show of who has the most power. Do you have any idea how the tournament came to existence?” Anita looked at us both, we shook our heads vigorously. “Here we go again,” Martha said, rolling her eyes at us. Joining us on the bed.

“Get yourself ready, there will be a tournament coming up. I have picked you to be my leading champion for the tournament” “And what if I refuse?” I asked. “Then you die a horrible death. I will have the pack soldiers execute you and hang you by the gallows.” Darius smiled with his brows furrowed together “We both know that you don’t want that to happen to you” “And what is this tournament about?” “It is a game organized by all pack Alphas. The winner of the tournament gets to pick another land for his pack.” “That is all this means to you. I am going to be risking everything I own because of your selfish desire to rule. I regret the dye I ever met you” I spat on the floor.

The girl, who prided and found pleasure in coning sugar daddies with her late boyfriend. The fifteenth law of power…All great leaders since Moses have known that a feared enemy must be crushed completely, if one amber is left alight, no matter how dimly it smolders a fire will eventually break out. More is lost through stopping halfway than through total annihilation. The enemy will recover and will seek revenge. Crush him, not only in body but in spirit.

They had expected talks of pack politics, and not games. “The tournament is a tradition of strength,” I continued, as a plan began to form fully in my mind. “A display of the power that protects this pack. Jameson’s actions were an attack on the very strength. So, we will not shy away from it. We will take it back.” I looked over the faces of my warriors standing at the far end side of the hall, and saw the interests ignited back in their eyes. “I hereby declare that the tournament will be reopened. And we will make it bigger than it has every been.” The hall shook with murmurs of excitement.

He felt respected when even someone troublesome like Prince didn't say anything else to oppose him. After thinking a little, he turned to Madden and said, "Madden, you're the organizer of the tournament. You know how powerful the participants are. Tell me, how many of them do you think have a chance against the Islander?" Madden took a deep breath and shook his head. "None. There's none! The reason we're having this tournament is to choose a youth with great potential to replace Harvey as the representative. Those who are slightly older, infamous, or aren't obedient didn't join the tournament at all.

The grand finale loomed on the horizon, promising a showdown of epic proportions. Leori and Robin, their friendship fortified by the success of the tournament, met on the balcony once again. They exchanged knowing glances, their shared pride evident in their smiles. "Robin, this tournament has surpassed our expectations," Leori remarked, his voice tinged with satisfaction. "The unity and mutual respect displayed by the warriors have brought our kingdoms closer together. I can already see the seeds of lasting alliances being sown."

) Zakerius Togar - Zah-kee-rius Toh-Gah *This will be updated as more characters are introduced.

, Jack stood and moved to another part of the house. “_The world loves power, and that is the only mantle you can use to rule, if you lose everything, don’t ever lose power”, he was saying as I moved closer to the television, my heart pumping real hard, this man held power, and this man had someone who would inherit the power, and I was going to get it by all means, it didn’t matter who I was going to step on but I was going to be standing in that spot. “What are you doing boy”, I heard Jack shout almost as soon as I heard his footsteps.