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142: The Lion's Arena
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2025-06-02 07:01:23Dinner was a tense affair. The clinking of silverware and the hushed murmurs of students filled the grand dining hall, but all eyes were on the fighters.
No one truly enjoyed their meal. Even the victors of the previous trials barely touched their food, their stomachs twisted with anticipation. Because after dinner, the real battle began. When the plates were cleared and the students dismissed, they were ushered into the gymnasium. At first, it seemed like any other night—until the floor beneath them rumbled. Gasps echoed through the crowd as the ground split apart, revealing a massive underground coliseum. The Grand Coliseum was Thornecrest’s most feared arena. Towering stands surrounded the battlefield, filled with students and faculty eager to witness the final event. The Lion’s Arena was the most unpredictable and ruthless of all the trials—a brutal test of combat, endurance, and strateg
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Hay Port’s Elite Shopping District was a world detached from the rest of society—a glittering mirage where even the shadows were expensive.Towering glass storefronts shimmered under the curated golden lighting, each one housing luxury brands that didn’t bother with price tags. If you had to ask, you didn’t belong.A blood-red SpitFire Lucky rolled to the curb, engine purring like a beast too rich to roar.It gleamed under the lights—part muscle, part art—and for a moment, traffic slowed. Conversations halted. A couple froze mid-selfie. Everyone turned.The doors opened.And The Six stepped out.Samuel emerged first, stretching like a cat, golden rings catching the light. His smile was sharp, slow, and too full of teeth. “God, I love watching people realize they’re poor.”“Samuel,” Joy said without looking at him, adjusting her braided bun with a sigh. “Let’s not make a scene.”“We’re the scene,” he replied, adm
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THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 143: Bloodlines And Betrayals
Thornecrest Academy refused to sleep.The entire institution pulsed with an electric hum, students gathering in hushed cliques, voices both jubilant and fevered, echoing through the marble halls like whispers of an impending storm. The aftermath of the Lion’s Arena trials lingered in the air—a mixture of sweat, blood, and something darker, something deeper.But then, there was House Six.House Six didn’t indulge in the frenzy of victory, defeat, or strategy.They slept.They didn’t linger in the common areas. They didn’t discuss their battles or victories. They didn’t indulge in the buzz that surged through the academy.They walked to their dorm, locked the door behind them, and vanished.By Saturday morning, the academy had noticed their absence.The hallways crackled with unease. House Six had not been seen since the trials had ended. They had missed meals, and worse, no one—no one—had dared to even
THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 142: The Lion's Arena
Dinner was a tense affair. The clinking of silverware and the hushed murmurs of students filled the grand dining hall, but all eyes were on the fighters. No one truly enjoyed their meal. Even the victors of the previous trials barely touched their food, their stomachs twisted with anticipation. Because after dinner, the real battle began. When the plates were cleared and the students dismissed, they were ushered into the gymnasium. At first, it seemed like any other night—until the floor beneath them rumbled. Gasps echoed through the crowd as the ground split apart, revealing a massive underground coliseum. The Grand Coliseum was Thornecrest’s most feared arena. Towering stands surrounded the battlefield, filled with students and faculty eager to witness the final event. The Lion’s Arena was the most unpredictable and ruthless of all the trials—a brutal test of combat, endurance, and strateg
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The courtroom hummed with restless energy as Chancellor Warwick’s voice echoed through the space.“This concludes today’s proceedings. Congratulations to our top three houses.”The final rankings were set.House Six had claimed first place. House Phantom followed closely behind in second, and House Dominion settled for third.The reactions were immediate.House Phantom had come dangerously close to winning, and it showed in the tight grip Bianca Michigan had on her notes. Oliver Wren sat still, his gaze distant, mentally replaying every mistake they had made. Whispers spread between their members, each exchange laced with frustration.House Dominion, on the other hand, looked like they had swallowed glass. David Huntsman sat with his jaw clenched, fingers drumming against the wooden table. Third place wasn’t a loss—but it wasn’t a win either. The members behind him wore polite smiles, but the tension in their shoulders betrayed t
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