Arena Manager Novels & Stories

was carved above the double doors in bold metal letters. “Radon participants: 50 people,” a staff member announced through a megaphone. “The region with the highest number of surviving participants will advance to the next stage. Make sure every member stays safe. That’s the only advice I can give.” I glanced at Ash, who was listening intensely. “The arena will open in 48 hours. Meanwhile, prepare yourselves.” Suddenly, a blast of fire streaked toward the soldiers. They instantly formed a tight formation. A man charged forward, throwing fire again and again, plunging the area into chaos.

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.

“What’s yours?” “I am Leana Holstin, Guardian of the Realm and Alpha werewolf; and you are?” “My name is Laris Bevan. I’m the mayor of this town. We don’t like visitors. Pump your gas and leave,” he says. “Didn’t you say you were hungry, my love?” I ask her, still watching the men in front of us. I know Leana can track the ones behind us with her aura. “So hungry. You must have a diner, or at least a general store of some sort that has food?” she asks.

"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.

The silence between us was worse than any argument. The loudspeaker crackled to life, cutting through the quiet office. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back! Tonight’s first featured match includes returning fan favorite Elena Morison!” Every muscle in my body went rigid. Darren’s head snapped toward the security window overlooking the arena. “There she is.”

he says, clearly amused. “Right.” I laugh despite the tension. “Play nice, Parker. We need her.” As we head toward the arena, Parker updates me on the recruits. I nod absently—but the moment we step into the space, everything changes. Aries goes dead silent. My head snaps up. Something’s happening. There’s a commotion near the center, voices raised. I follow the sound, and then—I see her.

She might have done something like that but I did not pay that much attention to it and it slipped my mind. Lord Anex: Right now the Arena is already crowded. Everyone is excited for this fight for some reason. You're the only one they are waiting for. Lord Inveja: Are you done yet. I am going to transport us right in the middle of the Arena. Ban: Wait wait let me just get my hair straight. _________________ -meanwhile- ARE YOU READY???!!!! WOOOOOOOoooooooooo. -CHEERS- YEESSSSSS…..! ''I Melany Gremore will be your host for this day's Duel. A huge MORNING to you all!''

I was really hoping that the bad feeling wasn’t actually anything this time. Let’s go! Zane says into our heads, Amaris, looks like you get to put that warrior training that you’ve been getting over the last week to good use today. Are you not concerned about the welfare of your pack? I can’t help but ask, wondering how he’s not being his usual serious asshole-ish self at a moment like this. Our warriors are good at what they do, plus we have a secret weapon, he says, grinning a wolfy grin at me.

"On the public servers, if I didn't feel like raiding, I just didn't log in. I'd go farm low-level mobs or duel kids in the PvP arena. This... this feels like a clock-in shift at a munitions factory." "That's because it is a factory, Tank," Kara said, stepping out of the immersion room. She was already wearing her lightweight neural-halo, her fingers dancing across a translucent datapad. "We are producing high-tier analytics for Aegis Innovations. They pay us millions, and in return, they own our schedule. Welcome to the major leagues." Ren set his espresso cup down on the marble counter with a sharp, definitive clack.