The Tournament Of Power Novels & Stories

“They wish to see where power is shifting.” The advisor quickly corrected himself. “Of course.” Fools. Power had never shifted. It had simply moved exactly where I wanted it. “My Alpha,” another advisor said carefully, “today was a tremendous success.” I finally stopped walking. The three men immediately lowered their heads. “Success?” I repeated the word quietly. “Yes, Your Majesty.” I turned toward them. “The tournament has not yet ended.” Their excitement faded instantly. “The girl has merely awakened.” I spoke calmly. “The true work begins now.”

A fulfilling feeling of victory. I poured myself another drink, letting the whiskey burn down my throat as I scrolled down my feed. My inbox was already full, overflowing with messages, articles and snippets of gossip from people who were so eager to discuss the scandal. Some of the posts condemned me, some found it funny, but the most important thing was that everyone was talking. That was exactly what I wanted, that was what power meant—to make the world revolve around something you created, even if it was built on someone else’s pain.

“That I must be married for at least three consecutive months to gain any rights to contest the power structure. If not, it all goes to them permanently.” I stared at him. “So… I’m your key to taking back what’s yours.” “Yes.” My mind reeled. “But why me? You could’ve picked anyone. Someone from your world.” His eyes darkened. “The reason I chose you doesn’t concern you.” I froze at his curt response. Threading lightly, I asked, “And what’s your stepmother like?” “She hates weakness. She hates anything she can’t manipulate. And you… well, she obviously has nothing on you.”

Was it all a lie? "Just think about it," Dominic said, squeezing my hand. "The game is starting. Stay close to the tunnel. I wills ee you after the match. ***** The game was a mess. It was supposed to be a friendly exhibition, but the Rangers’ opponents were playing like it was Game 7. Specifically, a fourth-line goon named Miller—a guy with no talent but a reputation for ending careers—was shadowing Jaxson. Every time Jaxson moved, Miller was there, throwing elbows, late hits, and "accidental" trips.

This time, Esme was completely clueless. “Tournament? What are you talking about?” Hailey stiffened, then released a sigh like she was already aware that Esme wouldn't let it go until she knew. “It’s this thing where all eligible males compete in a series of tests for their strength, intelligence, stuff like that. It is held every two years and whoever wins is declared the champion and has access to a lot of rewards.” She shrugged. “It’s no big deal.” Esme’s eyes narrowed. “Then why did you guys react like that? As if you didn’t want me knowing about this tournament?”

Concerned, I asked, "You okay?" Scott's response was curt. "I'll see you later." Back in my room, I recounted my encounter with Scott's dad to Lyra. "You got invited by Tepes Thane?" Lyra exclaimed. "That's huge!" I asked, "So, that's his full name. Why is the such a big deal?" Lyra's eyes widened. "You still don't get how iconic the Thanes are! Tepes Thane is the most powerful supernatural being alive. He single-handedly ended multiple wars and oversees a million-dollar empire."

“This new tournament -- we’re calling it the Half-Moon Tournament -- will start exactly two weeks from now. Teams that are evenly split between the Crescents and the Fullmoons will compete in the tournament. Each team will be primarily human, with a werewolf captain, and at the end of the tournament, the captains of all of the remaining teams -- one team comprised entirely from the Crescent faction and the other from the Fullmoon faction -- will play head-to-head to decide which faction will be the Alpha pack of Mountainview for the next generation.” “So,” Ronan said all of a sudden after being silent for so long, leaning his elbows on the table and fixing his eyes on me. “What do you say to

he explains calmly while glancing at me. My eyebrows scrunch a little as I look away from the other couples. I look up into his dark green eyes with a confused expression on my face. "You saw the cafeteria back then," I ask and he nods. "The tournament is broadcast everywhere on every planet. It is a major event. Typically, only the wealthy or retired get to come to Kea to witness the tournament in person, so many are curious about the setup. I also believe the other planets want to ensure Kea is taking good care of all the Harvest participants so all accommodations are shown when the broadcast begins. It also fills the gaps between fights," Cull explains and my eyes widen as I realize just

A total of one thousand young people from the Xie Empire were participating in the tournament, and these thousand people were the best from every region of the Xie Empire. Long Chen now understood that every power would send their best generation to participate in the tournament. When the tournament began, they would usually be dropped into a mysterious realm that had existed for a long time. This place was used as a battlefield and competition arena for the upper world and the demon world. Here, whoever won would become the strongest of the younger generation, whether they were from the demon clan or the upper world, and the death rate was usually more than seventy percent higher than in or

“The tournament is free for everyone. Klaus and Silas entered this territory for a reason. It’s my election to find out. If they don’t provoke me, I won’t fight back.” He then turns to Damon. “There’s no point fighting a war that wasn’t meant to happen,” both say in unison as they bump fists. These guys must be nuts. Why will they behave like this? There isn’t really an explanation for their actions except plain stupidity, I think within me. “Winner earns the right to guard the emperor and his… guest,” announced Alpha Korrin, his voice amplified by the arena walls. Guest. The word strikes me differently. “Let the tournament begin,” his words sound like a trumpet, interrupting my thoughts.