Triwizard Champions Novels & Stories

I whisper and let all of my training take over. “Over the next several hours,” the king booms, “our champions for the Trials will be chosen. Only the strongest, the most cunning, will move onto the first Trial.” He looks down at the crowd at the base of the arena–us–the people in chains. But his eyes hold on mine. I feel nothing but a sudden gust of determination as I stare back, unafraid. “Only one fighter will ascend to the Trials from each round of the Culling, a fight to the death,” he says, and the crowd of spectators explodes in applause. “But in this round, whoever kills the three shifter bitches gets an automatic pass.”

Then I saw Alpha Bastian at the far left drinking with Healer Harold, one of the pack's most trusted men. The ceremony ground was decorated with hanging lanterns that cast a warm glow over the mingling crowd. Tables laden with food and drink lined up while the center remained open for the main event. It made me more angry at how none of the council men had tried getting on my side when they knew I'd be the next head. They didn't see me but I'd show them all of them. I turned my head away to find Gretchen and I see her as I was about to approach when Dalia's voice stopped me in my tracks.

In the center stood a stone pedestal with a large, glowing orb atop it, pulsing with a soft, blue light. Surrounding the pedestal were four towering stone statues, each depicting different mythical creatures—an owl, a lion, a serpent, and a stag. “Step forward, Damien,” Wulfric urged. “It’s your trial.” Damien hesitated, feeling the weight of their gazes. He took a deep breath and stepped forward, the light from the orb illuminating his face. As he approached, a voice boomed through the clearing. “Chosen One, to claim your path, you must answer my riddle:

She had been the witch of Thralia forever and getting the training from the ancient ones, she and her siblings grew up being the most trusted siblings in the kingdom of Thralia. While Willow reached to the third brick, smashing it with all of her power, Griffin was still breaking the first one. She then noticed one of the sea witches were not present there, it kind of diverted her attention. And at last, it was Willow who won the rivalry. Letting out a wide smirk from her face, she winked into her direction uttering, "Like always, Griffin. I am the winner…" "You cheated on me! This is cheating! Your brother ran away!"

Emma that was watching them let out a small giggle, but the distraction didn't last long when Madame Lu appeared on the platform again. "We already have our ten champions of the first stage. The next battles will be determined by points. Whoever has more points will go up in the rankings." A girl with a box appeared again on the platform. "Now, let's welcome our ten finalists!" The crowd went crazy but when the ten amazing warriors stepped into the platform, Gia, Elton, Ilian, Allen, and the Duke were the obvious ones. However, never in a thousand years, a person in the crowd believed that the delicate-looking Silver Fairy would reach that height.

At 5pm all the coalitions top member already gathered in the Tri-Nation Valley, Forward Operations Base. Duke Merrica, Earl Canran Von Masvit, 5th Prince Sladin Abraham, Princess Angela Seraphim of Dukedom of Angela, Grand Wizard Lionel Alkord from the Coalitions of Wizadly and Shcolar, and Elder Carrn Furry from Free Nation of Triangle Guilds. All of them can't help but marvelled at how prepared Aeternum at the whole situations, from the part where they were pick up up to the place where the operations was held, it was otherworldly to them.

Even by the palace maids, as Mitchell had just continued his speaking when the corridor was completely deserted with no one else besides them. "I can't hold it any longer…," Daniel could feel Isaac's form spell slowly melting away, bringing out his true form. "I put all my energy into using this disguise spell. Unless you have other ideas?" "Did I hear it correctly? You put all of your energy into chanting that spell? With strong magic powers like yours, it shouldn't matter. Are you joking with me or what?" "You're so noisy..." "Don't you have your jewel— " "My jewel was stolen by the warlock of the Northern Kingdom, who now becomes the ruler of the Northern Kingdom, Phillip Crow. Ring a bel

"And now, the next person to challenge the three-year straight champion of Gagner le Trône competition, Princess Calista Harmony of Oqazia Kingdom, is no other than the youngest magic swordman in the lineage of warlords and the current leader of the Royal Defense, Wyatt Benjamin,” the headmaster of the Tower of Magic announced in a subdued voice, raising the flag that represents the Wyatts. Despite the lethargy, the cheering from the audience creates a blaring sound that overpowered the entire arena, louder than it could ever be.

Silence stayed in the whole arena as they were all waiting for the result. Finally, Grand Knight Tera was seen, walking towards Arth. He held Arth's right hand and raised it above. “We have a winner!” he announced. "Arth from Frostwood… is the champion of this year's competition!" "What?!" Bran whispered in frustration. The huge drums began to roll and so were the people with their hands clapping loudly. Blue-colored confetti was suddenly blasted out in the air and began to rain down like snow. It was an explosive celebration. The other two warriors smiled and also clapped their hands for Arth.

she tells Meredith. "Too bad. You earned it." Meredith places a silver crown on her head. "Besides, someone has to lead. Might as well be the one who won." The coronation is attended by leaders from every supernatural faction. Wolves. Vampires. Witches. Fae. Dragons. All united. Tavish Morwell actually bows. "Dragon Queen. I was wrong about you." "You were cautious. That's smart." Jamie doesn't hold grudges. Raina presents a gift. "From Cedar Ridge Pack. Recognition of your sacrifice and victory."