Arena Of Fate นิยาย & เรื่องราว

One more vision would be too much of an intrusion for her, but this trip to memory lane wasn't over with her yet. The surroundings began to shift, but this time, the transition was not as quick and smooth. There was something unstable about it, almost like a cart rolling along a rocky path. Kat had gone nauseous before the new setting could establish itself, but she knew that it was not going to be good. She found herself in a gigantic Roman arena made of black marble. Sitting on the stands were hundreds of black-clad Hellborns, their collective cheering filling the sulfurous air. They were watching a dozen warriors battling it out, and she was right in the middle of the vicious fight.

They didn’t collapse. They reformed—distorted, unstable, enraged. The throne wasn’t finished with them. Aria felt its frustration—a pulse of raw, ancient fury that shook the realm’s bones. Her light flared in her chest in response, but it was frantic, chaotic, scraped raw by the pressure of two opposing destinies. Erevan caught her shoulders as the platform lurched again. “Aria—focus. Stay with me.” “I’m trying,” she hissed, breath shaking.

Direfall didn’t feel like Tenebrous. Though both belonged to the North, the air there was something different, warmer. It had taken twelve hours by carriage—mercifully short, according to Vaelen, since Tenebrous was located at the center, and Direfall was just southeast of it. The longest Northern courts would require more… two overnight stops, if they didn’t want to arrive half-dead and cold-boned. The carriage peeled off toward the inner courtyards with Grennar and Talia, while she walked beside Vaelen … Kaan flanking them, along with the blond-haired guard whose name she hadn’t caught. The arena reminded her of the one she’d glimpsed from Vaelen’s chambers back in Tenebrous. But this—

A guard removed her blindfold, and her eyes widened in horror—she was in the stone arena of the No Name Lands, right in the center, surrounded by an audience. She looked up to the leader’s platform and froze again—there was the human, smiling and chatting with the arena’s leader. From another entrance came Lord Giday and other high-ranking officials who were her accomplices. Weapons were scattered everywhere—it looked like they were to fight each other, or maybe something worse. “Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the Battle of Death!” the leader announced. Safiye looked up again and locked eyes with Andromeda, who held a golden cup and sipped juice. She was shocked to see Vestaria and Dagim b

** With the change in the atmosphere, they took a small group of us down another tunnel. The Waiting Pits. At the end of the tunnel stood the Blood Gate that led fighters into the Arena to be killed, defeated or be victorious. The girl in front of me trembled violently as the Iron Wardens shoved her forward. The gate opened and the crowd exploded as she fearfully stumbled onto the sand. Her opponent rushed her instantly. There was no circling or warning. Just immediate violence. The fighter slammed into her hard enough to knock the breath from her lungs and began hammering blows into her ribs.

Feet were not capable enough to move a step ahead. But there was a hope in her soul that kept her alive. She wanted to protect others. And for that, she was ready to risk her life. By gathering all the strength, she took steps ahead. Her eyes were red. As if she was fuming with a vengeance. Taking a deep breath, she came closer to those morons and threw the gem in the air. It exploded in the air such that there was devastation all around. All the devils seemed dead as some were slowly dying.

Well, except for those who sneaked out for a run. Glow sticks hung from the branches above marking the territory of the zones. The blue glow gave everything an eerie appearance. Rachel didn't dare say another word to taunt me anymore. I was kind of glad. A loud horn echoed somewhere in the distance. We all paused. One territory had already been claimed. That was part of the rules Miss Rose laid out. "Fuck!" Rachel cursed under her breath. Yeah, we are fucked. There was a total of four territories left and we would have to claim two of them if we wanted to win.

Gosh I almost lost it back there, Nora is so annoying! Mom words popped up on my head. •Be careful Zara. Do not get into trouble• I sighed and bit my lower lip, I was about to twist the door knob and leave when I heard footsteps. I turned gently to see the blue haired cutie stepping out from a door. The upper buttons of his shirt are opened, showing his chest. Waiting a sec......what was he doing here?. This is a female restroom. As soon as I thought of that, the sassy queen bee stepped out of the same door Negan came out from.

The air thrummed with power. “This is it,” Elandra whispered. “The Fang of Unity.” Aria stepped forward. As her fingers closed around the hilt, the chamber pulsed—throwing them all into a blinding vision. She stood on a battlefield, fire raging across the sky. Kael was at her side, bloodied. Crimson Fang warriors surged around them. And in the center—an Alpha of terrible power, cloaked in fire and darkness. “You were warned,” the Alpha growled. “You cannot stop what’s coming.”

Flustered and furious, Mona suddenly grabbed my arm tightly. "Laura, I'm warning you! You'd better talk to Jonah about the investment right now, or you'll be sorry!" "Who will be sorry?" A cool, indifferent voice sounded from behind us. I saw Mona's body visibly tremble. That made sense. In my last life, Jonah had abused and tormented Mona mercilessly. She had lived too long under our parents' protection. Facing a demon like Jonah, of course, she was afraid. "M-Mr. White." Mona's lips turned pale, her voice shaking.