Baki Hanma: Blood Arena Novels & Stories

She mused, eyeing her, and then her gaze flickered to Hunter. At the same time, Armando's best fighter stepped out of the portals surrounding them. There were so many of them. His whole army was there except him. "Put me down," She whispered and Hunter obliged but still held her close. "I'm excited," Lennox grinned like a psychopath and charged at them followed by Luca. A warrior tried to attack Silvia but Hunter stepped forward. Silvia noticed Rachael was chanting a spell to attack Hunter. Inhaling sharply Silvia used her magic and raised herself in the air as she attacked Rachael who dodged her attack.

Isabella whispered as she stood just behind him. His gaze stayed on the table as he spoke. “Because you need to see how things work. Money changes hands, words are exchanged, alliances are made. The deals made in rooms like this decide who lives and who doesn’t.” The game was quiet, punctuated by the soft clink of chips and murmured bets. Matteo played without rushing, his expression unreadable. When the game ended, he gathered his winnings, rose, and led her toward the side exit. The alley outside was wet from earlier rain, the smell of asphalt rising from the ground. The night was still, but there was a sharpness to the air that made the hairs on Isabella’s arms lift.

“They want a new king, an artificial being to replace both you and me. Genesis Blood isn’t just an experiment… it’s Valenfort’s new Blood God.” --- Suddenly, the alarm lights flashed red. A mechanical voice echoed: “Intrusion detected. Activating Omega Security Protocol.” Kael cursed. “We’re blown! East exit move!” Selene slashed her dagger into the control hub, scrambling the system. Too late. Dozens of Hunters in silver armor stormed the corridor, plasma rifles blazing. Lucien’s eyes turned deep crimson. Energy rippled from him like a tidal wave. “Stand back.” With a flick of his hand, blood burst from the ceiling, forming spears that impaled the first wave of soldiers. The air filled with

James said. “Fuck me,” I muttered under my breath. Dominic turned to look at James, the amusement flashing in his eyes. The cock of a gun was almost deafening in the quiet room and Lev chuckled. James glanced over his shoulder at Gage. He reacted to the threat before I could open my mouth. Gage blocked his movements, but James was fast, faster than I thought he’d be. The gun clattered to the floor and their blades flashed under the lights. They ended up on the floor, each wielding a knife to the other one’s neck, both of them breathing hard.

To the new leader of the blood-born, Malakai was the ultimate prize—a never-ending, self-replenishing blood bag of pure sustenance. The entity pulled back, its jagged jaw smeared with Malakai's bright, vibrant crimson blood. The monster let out a low, vibrating hum of sheer satisfaction. With a casual, effortless tug, it hauled Malakai's limp, paralyzed body out of the mud by his ruined silk collar, dragging him backward toward the edge of the cliff like a piece of slaughtered meat.

Not the creature. Not the tracker. Something else. Watching. Waiting. Far beyond the bridge. Her breath caught. And in that moment— Her control slipped. Just slightly. The creature surged forward. The barrier cracked. “Amber!” Raymond shouted. She reacted instantly, pushing everything she had into it— And the force exploded outward. The creature was thrown back. Violently. Slamming into the far edge of the bridge. For one brief second— Everything held. Then— The bridge beneath the creature gave way.

I asked, my voice trembling slightly. "The Trial of Blood," Earth said grimly. "The remaining survivors are put into the main arena in front of the entire pack. You fight hand-to-hand until only one person is left standing. In our history, many females have died in that arena. Serena will not hesitate to kill you, Tamara. She has been preparing for this her entire life." Earth stepped closer and grabbed my shoulders, looking straight into my eyes.

BAM! A sweeping kick struck another man's knee. KRAK! Another sickening crack echoed through the arena as the knee snapped. The man collapsed screaming. Another thug tried to stab him from behind. Black Garuda saw it. "Boss!" Arka didn't even turn around. He stepped back half a pace. The stab missed. Black Garuda came in from the side. BUGH! His hammer-like fist smashed into the attacker's face, sending teeth flying. The arena had now descended into complete chaos.

As she finished I let go of my nose and called out to her. “Nena,I told you to be careful with sharp things.” Unlike others, Nena’s blood is quite rare. It gives off a very sweet smell that can make a vampire lose his senses. Good thing I can control myself very well. She looked back at me, “Ah! Sorry… The cutter slipped out of my hand when I was trying to cut the sticks… But I put the band-aid on immediately!” I walked to her and crouched, “Good work.” I softly patted her head, “Be careful next time.”

Genie whispered, and I just nodded to her, but I didn't dare take my eyes off the six of them. They all stood there for a long moment before, all at once, they were a flurry of wings and motion. The drake leaped at Bane as the amphitere took to the sky. Bane easily dodged the drake before taking to the sky himself, launching from the ground in one swift motion before flying far faster than I thought he was capable of. He intercepted the amphithere midair, catching the creature between those huge teeth and tossing it towards the ground like it was nothing more than a toy as a bright red spray of blood rained down over the arena.