Arena Manager Novels & Stories

“What did I say the last time?” Everybody went still. He marched over, looking pissed. “You wanna tear my arcade up again?” “No, sir,” a few of us muttered. Mr. Connor looked between both groups and pointed a thick finger at us. “Then quit acting stupid.” Nobody said a word. He narrowed his eyes. “If I see one shove, y'all are banned from here. I'm not joking. This is your last warning.” “Yes, sir,” we all said. Mr. Connor gave us one last warning look before walking back toward the counter. Nobody moved or said a thing for a long second.

The walls here were older, darker, reinforced with materials that didn’t show up on standard scans. Finally, they stopped before a massive circular door. The insignia etched into it made Zade’s stomach tighten. PRIMAL COMBAT ASSESSMENT ARENA He laughed once, short and sharp. “You’ve got to be kidding.” The Enforcers stepped back. The door opened. Heat rolled out in a suffocating wave. The arena was massive, carved deep into the academy’s foundation. Tiered observation decks ringed the space, currently dark except for faint silhouettes behind reinforced glass.

Arena Match The arena wasn’t a cave with torches but a training dome—glass ceiling, LED rings, cameras hidden in the rafters. The mat was striped: white yield circle, blue weapons lane. A med team waited behind the plexiglass. A referee in black stood midline, mic in hand. Talia rolled her shoulders, still feeling Aunt Amalia’s crash course in her bones: tap, listen, feel for seams. Across from her, Mira stretched like a gymnast trained for an audience. She picked a saber and a hooked knife—sharp, stylish, mean.

The low thunder of drums. The arena.

Anger doesn’t need friends. The monitors show the bones of Elysium on split screens: empty stage, lights sleeping, a couple negotiating in the Blue Oasis with towels still around their waists because some people don’t take off their armor until the contract is signed. Andre leans against the bar counting something only he can see. Jennifer is a red line on my periphery—my fault for thinking I could keep old wars shelved while fighting a new one. I tell myself not to think her name. I think it anyway. The sound inside my skull is a long, patient hiss.

“I feel sick. I don't want to get up?” “Yes. Please move to the arena at this time.” The Coliaran walked away to the next unopened room. Sure enough, the other contestants were walking down the hall towards one of the larger arenas. Rainer released his stomach and joined the moving traffic next to a large rock-like and humanoid creature. It smelled like a dirty hamper but Rainer knew better than to say something. The arena was impressively large. A glass dome protected the audience, while sealing in the contestants. Dirt on the ground was rusted, and looked like it was made from crushed bits of metal.

It's so sweet of him. I walk to the sport room which is on the corresponding floor as the bedchambers. The door of the sport room is already a bit open, so I enter and my moves suspend at the sight of a shirtless Eren lifting weight. Oh, he is already up. He can't see me cause his face is on the opposite side which gives me a full view of his large tanned back, tensing at his compressed movements.

They were about five yards wide, and the names of each arena were stamped at the back—Herb Hall, the Sosa Clan, the Webers, and the Floating Cloud Sect. Every arena belonged to one party. Bactria Express showed respect to the four founders by making sure their names were present. All four arenas were about dozens of yards apart from each other and they were built by Bactria Express. It was clear that the design had been pre-discussed, and all the arenas were set up with the same design. Crowds gathered around the arenas the moment they were set up. "Who are the defenders of Herb Hall? I haven't heard anything about them."

He tapped his feet on his table, as he quickly entered a contemplative mood. ****************************************** A huge skyscraping building stood in the middle of the red alliance district. It was the biggest building in the area, which made it very attention-grabbing. This large building was the entertainment administration headquarters of the Sea Angels Alliance. Inside the building, on the topmost floor sat the manager. He relaxed there in a contemplative mood, as he supported his chin with his hand. The Sea Angels Alliance organizing the gladiator tournament seemed to like them being arrogant and cruel to the unfortunate captured soldiers who’ll become gladiators.

"Who goes there?" I exchanged a glance with Beta Marcus before stepping forward. "I am Ariana, the daughter of alpha Andrew. I have come to visit my family." The face of this goalkeeper is very new. He showed a contemptuous expression after hearing my name, and called the other goalkeepers behind him to come forward. The goalkeeper's gaze narrowed as he eyed Beta Marcus with suspicion. "And who is this?" "This is Beta Marcus, my companion," I replied firmly. "He accompanies me." the goalkeeper's stance remained unwavering. "I'm sorry, Ariana, but he cannot enter."