Baki Hanma: Blood Arena Novels & Stories

The tie pulled it back just enough to make me feel like myself again. The arena was located at the village’s heart. A massive wooden Colosseum built into the cliffside, roaring with life. Antlers, banners, drums. The stomping of hooves. A sea of beastmen crowded the stands, fur, feathers, and scales shifting in a kaleidoscope of movement. The moment I stepped into the outer ring, the noise hit like a wall. There were chants of a language I didn’t understand, but the energy was unmistakable. They wanted blood and fights.

His fighting style may work with vampires or other supernaturals, but it’s nearly ineffective against this many wolves. I’m trying to fight, while keeping Drake from getting more injured and staying out of his way as he continues to get into mine. Because I’m dancing around Drake, I’m taking more bites and scratches than I normally would. Then suddenly, Hera is beside me and I breathe a sigh of relief. Hera and Kella have been fighting side by side our entire lives and we fall into an easy, effective pattern of fighting and killing.

Hana looked up at the sky above and sighed, "I hope no action gets in the way," "Time is up," Namio Rankle said. "Go on, Hana," Namio Rankle finished, from all four sides of the stage full of strange patterns surrounding Hana and the exotic people inside. Ouch. Ouch. Hana's protective bubble shattered, and the exotic people fell one after another, a blast of power ten times more terrifying than before gradually pressed and hit Hana's chest, making it impossible for her to breathe. Jackson felt the change in the air; he turned his back to Hana. Transparent walls were created from excellent space, Jackson's blade breaking in half, but unable to open it. Hana's eyes were slowly being squeezed t

The campsite suddenly filled with a repugnant smell, like rotting flesh. Nathan leaped forward just as the creatures burst from the shadows. They were tall and bulky, twice the height of Nathan, with dangling arms, wide hands, thin bony fingers, vicious claws, and protruded fangs shining with poison. It was like seeing a vampire experience death over and over again, unwilling to die. I stared in horror, a blood lust and anger evident in their faces. I lost my balance, collapsing in panic. Everything became a bur. Junto was flung aside by one of the beast's pale hands. Then it dove after the Shape Shifter with jaws the size of a bear trap.

Biology. I grabbed her neck and with all the force left in me I turned it counter clockwise. Snap. The girl stopped breathing, as she laid cold on the hard black floor of the Arena. The masked people cheered around me but still no sounds came to my ears. As if I was not there but watching above, a silent movie. Two strong hands pulled me out of the arena, down the hall. Like the first time, I couldn't keep my eyes away from the limp body of the girl I killed.

Amara wasn't able to finish her words when Isaac, the other warrior, attacked her. She felt her bones breaking into pieces when he thrust her to the wall with all his force. In just a matter of seconds, the warrior partly shifted. She coughed some blood when she fell on the floor, but Isaac didn't stop right there. He choked her neck and pinned her to the wall. Amara tried to fight back. She threw some punches for the first time in her life, but that didn't make Isaac flinch even a bit. He laughed and eyed her darkly.

I hear Syria’s voice loud and clear, and I opened my eyes, grabbing her hand. She helped me up then I felt another hand touch my back. It was Jared. “Ava, you okay? What happened?” he asked in a worried tone. “Stop him,” I muttered and he looked at me wide-eyed. “The challenge is ongoing; we can’t stop it. Someone needs to submit,” he says, making my brow twitch and I snapped. “Stop the fight now!” I growled, not realizing I have released an aura that made the whole arena tremble and gasp at the same time. Everyone looked at me either in fear or disbelief except for Jared and Syria, who simply stared at me and saw the determination in my eyes.

I answered. “Now, go to the parking behind the apartment nearest to the Han River. Get inside my car. I can automatically open it for you. Just inform me when you get there. Enter on the driver’s side. Then get the clothes under the backseat. Change there. Then call me again. Understand?” Black Dragon explained to me. Even though I hate being commanded, I have to obey him. I knew I already failed on this mission. “Got it.” I cautiously said. “Oh, and remember, keep your eyes open to men having a tattoo on their right back hand. Two swords forming an X.” he finished and I remembered the balloons’ design.

It was only when Liam got so close to Mila that he grabbed the girl's head and stuck the sword he was holding onto Mila's neck, threatening to slash her in the neck. All the cheering immediately died down and was replaced by a clear gasp that could be heard from the vampire warriors below the arena. They didn't expect it to turn out like this and the scenery up there didn't look so pleasant anymore. Meanwhile, Andreas who just managed to get out of his shock immediately ran towards the arena and shouted at Liam. "Your Majesty!" he cried frantically. What is this?! Isn't this just a game? They don't really fight, do they? But why did it have to go this far?

Thea was hesitant. In the end, as she was fearful of death, she decided against consuming the blood. So, she carefully stored it somewhere else. In the blink of an eye, a few days passed. Today was the day of the tournament. There was an arena in the castle in the middle of the Nashaxi Desert. At that moment, the venue was crowded with people. The First Blood Emperor appeared in the arena and looked at the crowd, announcing, “Everyone, the Blood Race will hold up its end of the bargain. Whoever emerges victorious shall be awarded the dragon blood left behind by our ancestors a millennium ago.”