Baki Hanma: Blood Arena Novels & Stories

Damon declared, his eyes filled with a mixture of apprehension and disgust. As Damon stood there, bewildered by Arena's display of invulnerability, she suddenly sprang into action. With a speed that defied human comprehension, Arena closed the distance between them in an instant. Her movements were fluid yet powerful, reminiscent of a predator toying with its prey. Damon, caught off guard by Arena's sudden attack, barely managed to summon his own dark energies in defense. He conjured swirling shadows and launched them toward Arena, attempting to ensnare her in a web of malevolent energy. However, Arena anticipated his every move with uncanny foresight, effortlessly evading or dispersing the

Picking him up and tossed him on the wooden benches, breaking them apart. "Don’t you know. Humans are to play with not to keep in as bloody lovers. How the fucking hell you can resist it". Adam moved to stand behind Callum. Bending on him. Sniffing his neck.. "Do you see the pulse here? See its throbbing. Flowing with the blood". Adam scratched a nail on the pulse at the side of his neck drawing blood. "Hmmmmmm. I am high just sniffing it. How would it taste to have the warmth of this blood on my tongue? Wanna try"? Adam challenged as blood was oozing from the wounds.

The battle was about to commence, and history would be written in the blood-soaked sands of the arena. The air in the arena was thick with tension as the champion of house Black Fire relentlessly attacked his two opponents, delivering precise and calculated cuts with each strike. His movements were a deadly dance, a symphony of violence and precision. The crowd watched in awe and anticipation as the champion showcased his superior skills. With each cut, the opponents grimaced in pain, their bodies gradually succumbing to the accumulated wounds. The cuts were strategically aimed at sensitive spots, causing maximum damage and draining their strength. Blood spilled onto the sand-covered floor,

Blood exploded from my lips. “IAN!!” Kaelric’s roar echoed across the arena. Vashti blocked him with an outstretched arm. “No one interferes in a blood fight. Not even you.” She turned back, smiling with wicked delight. Lazhara’s hand was still buried deep in my back. Her breath whispered against my ear. “The battle is just beginning, freak.” She ripped her claws free with a sickening squelch. Her boot collided with my spine. I crashed into the dirt, face-first, tasting blood, tasting stone.

The axe hit the wall, shattering the stone. "Fire!" Hyena shouted to his men on the balcony. Bullets rained down. They pinged off the Golem's armor, useless. The Golem backhanded Hyena. CRACK. Hyena flew across the arena, smashing into Ben. "Oof!" Ben grunted. "Get off me, you psychopath!" Hyena scrambled up, his face bleeding. He looked at Jack. "We take it down!" Hyena yelled. "Or we both die!"

It’s not enough to cause any lasting damage, but it will bring this section to an end as the games will finish with the last one standing. “That steam isn’t going to make it through here?” Xantiago questions as I shake my head. The glass for the arena is 5inchs thick and the wall reinforced, although if anything does get through the steam would be the least of his worries. “What’s happening now?” Silas asks, leaning forward in his seat, the leather squeaking beneath his weight. I don’t answer. He’s got eyes, after all. The first to fall is Gemma. She’s smaller than the others and not as strong. Stacey doesn’t notice yet, though too busy on the attack with Felicity.

I nodded and tried to focus. Everyone is here to watch an Ares vs. Ares battle. Unlike other arena nights, there would be no other fights. There is an air in the arena I can’t fully describe. I wouldn’t say it’s electricity, but it’s something similar. Blood, that’s it. There is blood in the air, even if none has yet to be spilled. Everyone around us probably felt it and was excited by it. I was terrified of it. “They are opening the fighter’s gates.” Rea dictated as the crowd slowly became a dull roar.

The second thing I noticed was the smell. Iron. Smoke. And… sweetness, that I couldn’t just place, more like rotting fruit. And the third thing? We weren’t alone. Figures moved in the distance, silhouettes against the skyline. The very tall towers pierced the fog, and black stone bridges stretched between them and intertwined. A dark river cut through the valley far below, and was glowing faintly red under the moonlight. “This is…” I trailed off, not sure what word to use. “Ravenhill,” Davorin said simply.

“We keep Aurelia safe now more than ever. If Romano is Truely head of La Estirpe Carmesí, no doubt he’ll want to use that little power to get her from me and the council might dig deep into her life and find out she’s more than just a pet to me. If they find out her blood can make them walk under sunlight, she’s done for.” The underground arena breathed around us like a living thing. Sound came at odd angles and in layers. The fighters were a moving current in the background, a river of muscle and purpose that never completely stopped. Their shouts rose and fell, the slap of palm on skin, the hollow thud when a body met the canvas. There was a smell to the place that pressed into the back of

So I grabbed my teddy bear and walked down the stairs. When I came into the kitchen, I didn't saw my daddy and my mommy standing there, arguing and fighting. I just saw my mommy laying on the floor in a puddle of blood. The red liquid was coming out of her belly and flooded around her. Her eyes were wide open and her brown hair had become red of her blood. I whispered her name and grabbed her hand as I knelt next to her. The tears were falling down my cheeks like a waterfall. Her blood was now on my white pajamas. My hands were painted with her blood as I tried to shake her awake.