Triwizard Champions Novels & Stories

Someone came behind me and tied to stab me with a sword but I was already crushing them before they could even try. "Help." The champion cried as I started to drain him using all the force I could. "Help." He whimpered this time but it was too late I already was draining him dry. Every ounce of his magic was mine. So much power was flowing in me. I felt like the true God I was. Absolutely powerful. People finally stopped coming forth because they realized that I was unbeatable. After every ounce of the champions magic was drained the champion finally breathed his last breath. 'The winner is Alexander The God of absolute dark power.' The announcer whispered with dread.

"For you all to go back to your world, you must collect the four elements. Bring them to me and we'll open the portal." "All of you proves that you are all worthy holders., and each of you represents the spirit of all 4 elements." "The elements have brought us all together, to find our true selves. She might have the elements but, we're the spirit of it, we don't need the power within it, because we are the true source of power that's within that elements!" --- Four misfit students found themselves tied up in a group... "Hello sapphire group, I'm your leader, Gillian Palmer! I'm looking forward to working with you all."

The wizards' children hide in the forest again. The triplets went back to the magicians' mansion and searched for clues, they found photo albums and a diary of the eldest daughter of the magicians! They were a girl of twelve and a boy of five. They were magicians as powerful as their parents. The little ones were raised strictly in the cruel tradition of Jo's wizards, but they weren't bad. As their parents could no longer take care for them, the two little witches flee to the forest in their garden and live there independently. They were intelligent and powerful. If they wanted anything, they just used a spell and got it like cookies and chocolate chips.

Tessa shouts literally making me jolt out of the bed. I hold my chest to slow down my pacing heartbeat. "Tessa, you scared me!" "Uh,then prepare yourself because whatever I am going to show you know will kick the shit out of you." She says. I frown. "What is it? Show me." Tessa's trembling hand hands me her phone screen and a list of names flash in front of my eyes. Out of them, one name makes the ground shift under my feet. Alpha Tristian Knight, Batch 2015. Three times champion of the SpellMoon Annual Competition. Current head of the Academy. ************

My pack protested and I glared at the vampire, but his fellow judges joined him and vouched for his words. Wolfric sent an apologetic look my way. "I regret to inform you that no one won this round," he announced and I sighed in defeat, ruffling my hair in irritation because I let myself be distracted. "But, because Silver Fang has won all four games, they are still considered as the winner. I am delighted to announce that they are still the champions this year!" My members cheered and they lifted me in the air, but I couldn't bring myself to feel happy because it was a half-assed win. I lost the last round because I let an enemy's words distract me.

They look like art come to life, too perfect to be real. And with them, the champion. He's enormous—eight feet tall, built like a mountain, covered in intricate armor that seems made of living ice. His eyes glow silver, and power radiates from him in visible waves. "This is Frost, Champion of Winter," Titania announces. "He has fought for three thousand years. He has never been defeated." Connor steps forward. Compared to the champion, he looks tiny, mortal, fragile. "The rules are simple," Titania continues. "Fight until one of you cannot continue. No outside interference, no weapons beyond what you carry, no mercy."

I replied, a wave of dark excitement surging through my veins. Irving scoffed, thoroughly unimpressed. "The Champions Cup isn't a casual brawl. It’s restricted to the top eight syndicate killers in the territory. Surviving that bloodbath gets you entry into the global Alpha Trials." My wolf stirred, golden fire flashing behind my eyes at the mention of international dominance. Sensing my sudden burst of adrenaline, Irving tossed another quill onto the table. "Come on. Sign the damned contract." Taking the quill, I pressed it to the parchment, signing my name—Chika Whitmore—in thick black ink.

She had a feeling that either one of them—or all, will be chosen to stand for his kind. “We have Derek Baxter, a wizard,” the vice chancellor said, peering down on a small piece of paper. Series of claps broke out of a corner of the auditorium and in seconds, diffused to the other parts as a blonde-haired boy with an unusually long face stood up gracefully and made his way to the podium with small legs like a puppy. Trisha couldn't help but feel jealous that she wasn't ranked number one amongst enchanters but she didn't have much time to nurture her resentment because Dr. Giovanni was on to another name.

“There is a combination type of water manipulations. What I did was just basic. Compared to you, princess. If I see you using healing and purification, I’d like to believe you’d be a Dominar type. Who knows. You might surpass the governor when the time comes.” Malaika’s eyes narrowed. “Honestly, I can’t harness my magic.” They were interrupted when Professor Prife finally called Malaika and Yulli. “And our last two students who’d perform the Reception. Malaika Thronsden and Yulli Krieger! They are the champions in the Aqua Festival, personally handpicked by the governor. Be nice to them.” The whispering grew louder. Most expressed their displeasure about being in one class with shapeshifters

His eyes were desperately fixated on me, and finally, when he nodded that it was alright, I made the announcement. “ I pick Desmond from the clan of Jaigan as my champion. May the od ds forever be in the favour of all the six.” “ May the odds be in the favour of the six!” The hall echoed, and the world went dark.