Arena Manager Novels & Stories

So his plan is to tire us out first before allowing us to enter the arena with his to ranked fighters? 'We've got this.' Aerona growls out. I begin stretching and warming up my muscles when I hear voices behind me and turn around to see wolves and she-wolves filtering into the arena. Some move up into the stands and others move into groups on the field. The arena is filling up fast. I had been wrong. Blood Moon more than halfway fills up this stadium as I look around and see more pouring in from two other entrances. As the amount of people entering the arena starts to dwindle down I notice there are three distinct groups of people on the arena grounds. Those groups must be broken up into eli

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."

I didn't move, my feet stayed rooted at the ground, on the stairs before the arena. The masked people cheered around me, overpowering cheers that deafened my ears. With a final shove to my back, I set foot inside the arena. The square shape metal railings seemed distorted and I couldn't keep my eyes straight. There was an uproar in the crowd, cheering for the upcoming fight.

“Well then they should be properly surprised. Maybe we’ll have a chance to see King Lance then. He’d be smart to show up.” I look at my Aunt Grace. “Why do I feel like you’re itching for a fight?” “Not wanting to fight doesn’t mean that I’m not always ready for one. You should be as well,” she says, looking at me meaningfully. I don’t have time to respond before we’re walking into the main doors of the council. “Guardian Grace. Leana. We weren’t expecting you today,” the woman at the front desk says. She’s different than the woman last night.

"We are not going on about this again, Ara. We've been planning this for a long time and I will not have you back-out on me now." Ara bit her lip, as to show her doubt. "Erikka, I'm scared. I don't belong in this type of place," she said, gesturing to the glowing club name right above the entrance of a well-known nightclub from where they were standing. Bouncers were posted to watch the laughing group of teenagers next to them. "No buts!" Erikka had already pulled her inside before she could even mutter even one word of refusal.

Maybe I'm investing more than I realize. AJ has no idea the trouble that I've gone through to get us here -- Oog wouldn't even give me a discount on the freaken tickets that no one, with normal functioning ears, would want to buy. The jerk also upped the price of the backstage passes just for me, on Gland's demand, so I had to skip on that one. AJ would have loved to meet them in person but I guess it's better that I spare her the disappointment. "That's not possible. They're brilliant!" AJ says, tugging me into the empty concert arena. There's literally only about ten, maybe twelve, other people inside -- one of them being FeeBee, the stupid blonde.

"This isn't the way you solve problems!" A low growl of warning escapes Aera as he shoots me a look that says stay back before turning his attention back to Barren, who truly seems to be amused by the whole fucking ordeal. "It's fine," he announces, reaching up and grabbing Aera's arm and yanking so that Aera goes crashing to the side. "Let them see just how short-tempered the great alpha Aera is." In one swift motion, Barren is up and moving while Aera gets to his feet.

Suddenly, a rough burst of laughter echoed through the arena. "Hahaha!" Bima appeared together with dozens of subordinates armed with machetes and clubs. They blocked the arena's main exit. "The police?" He looked at Keira with a sneer. "In Black Crown Arena, I am the law." He pointed at Calista. "The Darmawan Family girl, and you two." His gaze shifted toward Arka and Black Garuda. "If you don't kneel and hand over the ownership documents for that route, not a single one of you will leave here alive."