Wizarding Duel Novels & Stories

declares the warden firmly. "The first opponent is none other than the prince of the kingdom of Salizte!" exclaimed the warden, and my mouth immediately opened. Why should that prince be the first to come? I hate this duel already . "Prince Calix!" he exclaimed, signaling mother to stand up and create a portal large enough for the prince to enter. When I saw the prince standing in front of the portal, my blood immediately began to boil. He carefully passed the water portal, and as he entered, mother stopped gesturing, and the portal vanished.

The referee did a little hiking and trekking to reach Zeve and Hikari amidst the rubble. “Luna held on to Prince Hikari’s sword for over five minutes. So according to the rules of the royal duel as suggested by prince Hikari and formally accepted by luna Zeve… THE WINNER OF THE DUEL IS… LUNA ZEVE AMOR BLAZE!” He screamed, elated. The whole stadium roared with excitement, pride and all the emotions that the duel made us feel. Everything came out as screams and cheers. Zeve’s eyes met my gaze.

They traded blows, staff against staff, magic ripping through the air, pews splintered, windows rattled. I gripped Charlie with my heart pounding. “They’re evenly matched—this is insane!” “A draw’s coming,” he muttered. “Walda’s tough, though. How can she be so strong when she’s just skin and bones, eh?” Charlie yapped inside my head. The duel peaked as Walda’s lightning met Erasmus’s fire in a blinding clash. Then silence fell, both panting with their staffs smoking. Walda glared with a hoarse voice. “This ain’t over, Erasmus. Fix your mess, or I will. You need to back off and restore order - Or I will!” Walda said with a dark voice.

I smiled wide instantly, excitement bubbling up because I had always heard whispers about this at the academy—the legendary duel where two challengers fought hand-to-hand, no weapons allowed, and the winner earned one wish granted by the kings themselves, anything reasonable like land, title, or favor. “No way,” I whispered, thrilled to Varynia. “The Crown’s Wish Duel? For real tonight?” She grinned back just as excited. “Hell yes! It’s rare, but when it happens, it’s epic. Brutal, but epic.” The challengers entered, A lord Harlan, that burly western march lord built like a tank, and then Nyra, striding in confidently with her fighting leathers on, hair tied back fierce. My mood soured immed

“The two ladies duel and the victor earns the right to court the lord.” I stared. “Excuse me?” “The duel may be fought with swords, magic or bare hands, depending on the families involved.” Someone near the front raised her hand. “And if the lord already has someone?” Lady Vesper nodded as though she’d been waiting for the question. “If the lord already keeps a lady under his protection, she may also be challenged.” Silence then “The winner keeps the lord.” I slowly turned toward Sera. “You’re joking.” “I wish I were.”

"Magical combat only. No physical violence. No permanent harm. No forbidden techniques. No external interference. First pair to surrender or become incapacitated loses. Violations result in immediate disqualification and potential expulsion. Understand?" Everyone nodded. Understanding acknowledged. Rules accepted. Lies prepared because Vivian's confidence suggested no intention of following restrictions that would guarantee her loss. "Begin." The duel started cautiously. Both sides testing. Probing. Looking for weaknesses. Building toward escalation instead of committing immediately. The princess and Selene synchronized perfectly. Their bond strength obvious. Their magical compatibility unde

The fight was against ourselves. Since we were just eight contestants, we were paired against each other in a duel. But the announcer had picked out rumpled papers in a bowl to know who we would be contesting against. For my first time, I was selected to duel with the senior that had bothered to speak with me after my victory in the magic prowess session. We were both surprised to be fighting each other, but we had no choice but to advance to the field when our names were called by Professor Zokel. We had been the last in the list too. The others had fought, and now there were only three females moving to the final; three and whoever would win this duel that was about to happen.

"If he moves toward Leo... shoot him. Magic or not. "I won't miss," I promised. Damian stepped into the center of the ring. Vor stepped forward. He swung the axe, the air whistling. Damian didn't shift. He couldn't. The magic of the temple was suppressing his wolf—I could feel it pressing down on us like a heavy blanket. He had to fight as a man. "Begin," The Crow whispered. Vor lunged. THE DUEL It wasn't a fight. It was a slaughter. Vor was fast for a big man, but Damian was an Alpha fighting for his cub. Vor swung the axe in a deadly horizontal arc aimed at Damian’s neck. Damian ducked, the blade slicing a lock of his hair. Damian drove his fist into Vor’s gut. It was like hitting a brick

But if I knew her as well as I thought I did, she would overpower them and make them do her bidding. Holden released a feral snarl behind me when Rona stepped forward, lifting her hand like she wanted to punch it through my chest and rip my heart out. The sound made her stop, and I raised an eyebrow at her, waiting to see if she had the guts to take me on in a real fight. Wolves challenging each other was cute. They would wrestle and fight to the death. But witches… witches held duels. All elements and magic were at play, and anyone nearby was at risk of being hit by a rogue casting. It was deadly to all watching, not just the witches participating.