روايات وقصص ضمن Arena Of Fate

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.”

The storm took away the friend I just met and became close to when I just entered here, why so quickly and why Arena. Jane put her hand on my body, perhaps she understood my feelings at the same time as mixed and hurt. The funny Arena in my heart has disappeared, now that she is no more, I know what to do. The atmosphere of the surroundings began to sink, perhaps Arena's death was too sudden. The storm showed no sign of abating, but was getting stronger and stronger, the wind was stronger and stronger as if mourning the death of the unlucky girl. I can't hear the music anymore, maybe someone accidentally turned it on right at the moment when Arena crashed and now that she's dead they turn it

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.

Finally action. But she didn’t smile. “I’m not fighting one of your guards.” “You won’t,” Kael said. “You’ll fight your past.” The Moonfire Arena was built into a pit of black rock. The crowd gathered fast wolves hungry for blood, for drama. They filled the stands above, growling, whispering, watching. And waiting. Kael stood at the edge, arms folded. The council sat higher, judging with cold eyes. Aria stepped into the arena. Dust swirled at her feet. Her claws flexed. Her wolf paced.

Waiting for everyone to leave, Marina now looks at the remaining debris of the house, she sits down on a tree that has fallen due to the rain storm, while looking at the burned house, she mutters: “ Is there such a coincidence in this world? A girl with the same name and face as me. And where is this? Cancal, a kingdom that I've never heard of, even when I went to school, the kingdom of Canal is not mentioned in the book. What about the other memory lines, the other girl too... Maybe... could that girl ever be my previous life? If not, how could there be such a coincidence?” A series of questions caused Marina to become confused, her head began to hurt again, her mood had become depressed. B

The Apex Arena stood vast like a mountain, carved by gods and blood. Sebastian's POV We reached before the games began. I knew the weight this day carried. It was no festival—it was war dressed as sport. I watched them, the brave and the foolish alike. All were armed, save for Ara. She bore only a bow and a single arrow. Madness. I approached. “This is no child’s hunt. You may not return. Even those who do… return changed. There’s no shame in stepping back.” But another stepped forward. “We know, Alpha Sebastian. We do this for you.”

Erios inquired about the knot in his close friend's heart, something he had confided in him about before. "Certainly. She's my first love." Jae held his temples, pressing his palms against them. ### In the midst of the fiercest arena battle, the heat was so intense that spectators believed the stadium's air conditioning had malfunctioned. An aura of blazing vermilion fire radiated from Angus, spreading and swirling across the arena. Dancing alongside him was Ravyn, who enveloped her limbs in an aura as they clashed, quickly retreating to cover her burns when they didn't collide.

I would not give them that. Raymond was not a shield. He was a piece on the board — a piece they underestimated because they assumed the warmth of his blood made him fragile. In that, they were mistaken. The Tournament would take place in the Arena of Thorns — a place older than the Veil’s current map, its sands blackened by centuries of blood. The rules were few and enforced only when the High Arbiter deigned to lift a hand. Fights were not always to the death, but they were never without cost.

I felt a sharp pain in my arm and watched as Lilianna dug into my forearm with her claws. “Ahhhh! Lilianna, stop!” I screamed in pain. There was a blur of black hair as Janea burst through the door and ripped Lilianna off me. “What’s going on? Is she an enemy?” Janea asked. “No time to explain, just get that watch from my dad!” I yelled while dodging a punch from Lilianna. Janea nodded, not wasting another second. Lilianna was back on me in an instant, slashing at me as I was pushed back. She was so fast all I could do was block and dodge, there was no opening to attack.

I called out, desperate to know more. “You want to know the truth, Mage God,” She said over her shoulder, “but are you strong enough to hear it?” There was a loud crash as Blakely tripped over her own feet, purposefully flinging herself at Aranea, Goddess of Arachnids. I could only assume it had something to do with her task, which meant Casimir and Drefan were both going to be dead soon. Fucking bastards. I glanced back, only to find the space where Kiara stood empty. Rather than dwell on the fact the Goddess of Fate vanished, I carved my way through the ballroom, towards the commotion on the dance floor.