Wizarding Duel Novels & Stories

Dylan tosses me a pair of weighted daggers, and I catch them easily, twirling one in my palm. “Alright!” I call out. “Let’s warm up. Pair off. Magic wielders with hounds. You know the rules, no killing each other before lunch.” There’s a rustle of amused murmurs, and then people start moving. It’s beautiful chaos. Nick is already in a spell-duel with a wiry hellhound who keeps phasing in and out of his field of vision. Henrys showing a younger hound how to reinforce his stance with ground magic. Jordan is watching me from across the clearing with a grin like he knows he’s about to start something. I spar with two in a row before Kai steps in, loose-limbed and unreadable. He doesn’t draw a bl

When ur was my turn to speak, I stepped forward and the crowd became quiet. “Today we saw great fights,” I said. “Great warriors showed their strength. And a special thanks to Aloha Lucas Weasley, who volunteered for a friendly duel with me.” The crowd clapped politely. I smiled. “Alpha Lucas is a remarkable fighter. That is why I was able to beat him in minutes.” There was laugher in the hall. “In all seriousness,” I continued, “I normally finish duels in seconds. So Alpha Lucas should be proud. He lasted longer than that.”

Asmal whispered to himself. Finally, Prince Zumir and Prince Dulhen faced off. Eighteen-year-old Dulhen smirked, well-trained from a young age by his family of hunters. He had always defeated even those larger than him. Yet he and the fifteen-year-old Prince Zumir were of equal height, and both were strikingly handsome. “The winner between you two will face Twari. Begin the second duel!” shouted Romelda.

Ketura utters boldly, drawing the attention of the rest students in the class. "Shoo Ketura! Get out of the way, your claims aren't valid." Glinda mutters with furrowed eyebrows, waving her hands. "Hey, I wasn't talking to you, Miss Goody two-shoes. She can talk for herself!" Ketura tells Glinda angrily. She turns to me, clapping her hands for a wand "Little Cousin," She spats "... I challenge you to a duel, right here and right now!" How dare she? I start to feet heat in my chest. Something inside me seethes. My vision tinge red, slowly I hear the rapid thundering of her heart. I crave to rip it out.

No evening birds sending their eerie calls into the failing light. No sign of life other than these vicious beasts. There were two mages working against their far greater numbers. It took me only a moment to realize that the mages were Hawk and Magus, the mages Warlord had helped escape the Guild under the condition they find and protect his sister and send him word. Hawk wielded a blue light that fed his power. Magus’ was green. But trying to determine who they were actually fighting against was impossible to pinpoint. There’s far too many wolves here to tell which are on which side.

One of them, a second year student with a measuring stone badge on his collar, stepped forward. "That was the most unusual duel I have ever seen," he said. Kael nodded. "I agree," he said. "You never cast a single spell." "No." "You never channeled mana." "No." "Then how did you win?" Kael thought about it. "Luck," he said. The second year stared at him. Then he turned to the student beside him and said something in a low voice. Kael caught three words. Hiding it perfectly. He did not correct them.

"Today, you bear witness to a Sacred Duel, invoked under the oldest laws of our people. Lady Elise Rashford has challenged Lady Elena Rashford for the right to represent our kingdom as its Avatar." The crowd roared, but Theron's raised hand quickly restored silence. "The Sacred Duel is fought under an ancient covenant. The combatants will face each other with all their skills, all their strength, all their power. The duel continues until one yields, one can no longer fight, or..." He paused significantly. "One dies. There is no interference, no mercy, no retreat. Only victory or defeat." King Dominic leaned forward slightly in his seat, his expression unreadable. The dangerous looking man re

I stepped forward, my pulse quickening as I prepared for the duel. Caden, tall and imposing, regarded me with a mixture of contempt and amusement. He drew his sword, its blade gleaming in the morning light. I unsheathed my own weapon, feeling its familiar weight in my hand. The steel felt cold, but it was a comfort against the heat of the moment. The duel began, and Caden wasted no time in launching a fierce attack. His strikes were powerful and precise, each blow aimed to overwhelm and incapacitate. I blocked and parried with all my strength, every muscle in my body straining to keep up with his relentless assault.

Shayla muttered to herself and heaved a sigh of anger; the fact that she couldn’t do anything about her present situation anymore is what worried her. ******* Two days later… Jace was driving along the road with Caleb by his side. Both of them were talking about the recent update. The announcement has already been sent around and across the pack. They invited people to come watch the biggest duel of the pack, although they were still yet to see who the opponent is. People were already betting their life savings on who will win the duel. Most of them were betting on Jace to win until they heard certain news that the person he will be dueling with is a beast in human form. Most people started