Triwizard Tournament Winners Novels & Stories

“Lucien made a deal with a witch named Cassandra. She promised him the Dema crown if he helped her gain access into your kingdom. H-he was convinced he would be king, and Damien would be his second in command.” Samael chuckles again, smiling down at them, “and how exactly did they plan on achieving this?” “They had help,” says the man in the middle, gulping nervously. “Names?” Samael drawls, seemingly bored by the conversation. I’m not sure what he expects to find out from them, I’m pretty sure Heidi and Harlow already told him all of this. “Viktor Whitewood, Xavier Crawley, Killian Bloodstone, and Isaac Merrill.”

"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.

The victor, adorned with the laurel wreath of triumph, stood tall, representing not only their kingdom but also the spirit of unity and strength that had defined the tournament. Leori and Robin joined the jubilant crowd, their hearts swelling with pride. Together, they took center stage, their voices carrying across the arena. "Today, we celebrate not only the prowess of our warriors but also the bonds we have forged. The tournament has exemplified the power of unity and camaraderie among werewolf kingdoms. May this spirit endure and continue to strengthen our lands." The words resonated throughout the arena, embraced by cheers and applause that echoed far beyond the tournament's conclusion.

Max is in the middle of Sam and Damen and each of them holds their hands out to me, with Damen gently guiding my left elbow, Max holding my left hand, and Sam holding my right, they help me up the small stairs to my position in the middle of the triangle they are placed in. Trinity, also known as Trinton by some of his fellow warlocks, takes the honor of officiating our ceremony. The music fades away, as Trinity begins the ceremony. Feeling like a giddy schoolgirl I keep looking at my mates and smile like a dork, I am so overwhelmingly excited and happy right now.

Success or failure would soon be revealed with the dawn. Today, the atmosphere in Poison Dragon Town reached its peak as the strongest warlocks would be born at the Witchcraft Convention. Of course, this 'strongest' title was merely superficial; some old monsters cared little for such accolades. On stage, the host wore a commercial smile as he began his speech. "Thank you all for participating in this year's Witchcraft Convention. Today marks the birth of the strongest warlock, and we will be witnesses to it. "After a day of intense competition, eight powerful warlocks have emerged. Now, let's welcome the eight contestants!"

Grand Druids,according to tribal law,how should this be handled? The Grand Druids whispered among themselves for just a moment before announcing on the spot:"For this trial,Chloe and Bjorn have broken the rules and are disqualified!Elena and Ignis are the victors!" The jealousy in Chloe's eyes was almost tangible.She scrambled up from the dirt like a madwoman and shrieked,lunging at me. "Ahhh—!" Ignis didn't even bother to look back.He merely gave a slight flap of his wing,and another overwhelming wave of mana pinned Chloe firmly to the ground,rendering her completely immobile.

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.

“Do you?” “Nope, I’m a Sorceres Winner. It’s my duty to save everybody from the jerremy tide of the werewolves…and to take three wolves as Tributes, possibly to save and break them.” “Not quite as rebutturing as I’d hoped for, but I’ll take it,” Mischief pouted, although his fingers unwound from my hair. “A werewolve in your wardrobe, a magic wolve in your pocket, and now an angel in your attic. Are you certain that you don’t want to tell me about an elf stashed in your knicker drawer? Or a baby dragon in your cauldron?”

The girls swam towards me and insisted that shift back to human, they took me to shore and that was the last thing I saw be before I blacked out. The kingdom of Maridul (Asher's hometown) (Third person pov) The man from the tavern was walking into the castle of Maridul to report to the palace that the tribreed prince was spotted. He walk into the hall "greetings your highnesses" he said to everyone in the hall where a meeting was been held "what brings you to the castle Sedrid" one of the witches said "your highness please forgive my intrusion but the matter I bring needs to be handled with urgency" sedrid said bowing his head "and what would that be" the head of the werewolves said, "it's a

"I yield." Kael stood, helping Damien up despite having just defeated him. "You fought well." Damien didn't respond, just walked away, his pride clearly wounded. Celeste stepped forward. "The three champions are chosen. Xavier Blackwood, Luna Silvercrest, and Kael Storm. The Oracle will train you. You have until dusk to prepare." The crowd dispersed slowly. I looked across the courtyard and saw Ravencrest standing at the boundary line, watching with his blood red eyes. Beside him stood three figures I hadn't seen before.