Baki Hanma: Blood Arena Novels & Stories

I questioned smugly as I imbibed his weapon into my chest completely and threw a clean punch on Zorean’s face making him spit out a handsome chunk of black blood while falling down. “EWWW,” the pack members chorused together. I was pretty sure that everyone was watching us through the installed cameras everywhere, in the basement of their houses. “That’s all you got ?” Zorean chuckled as he fixed back his face in no time and dove straight towards the opposite side of the Arena from where I stood. “I GOT A QUESTION !!” Kai’s voice floated in. “SHOOT AHEAD !” Jax confidently gave him the go ahead. “WHY DID THE ROGUE DEMON THROW UP BLACK BLOOD ?” Kai asked making the pack members cheer in the b

The unmistakable scent of blood fills the air as crimson spills from my palm, staining the pristine floor beneath me. "This is for humiliating the future Luna in front of everyone," Amara seethes, pressing down harder, making me bite back a cry. Her eyes gleam with triumph, as if this moment—this sick, twisted moment—was something she had been waiting for. "And trust me, Dahlia," she purrs, her voice almost sweet, "this is just the beginning."

He tried again, coughing harder now. He pulled back, covered his mouth, looked at his hand… Blood. “What the fuck did you do?” he choked. I straightened. “Been in this game long enough to always have a backup plan.” “You little bitch…” he started, his voice strained as more blood gushed from his lips. “You thought I’d make it this easy?” I said, stepping forward. “You’re messing with Raven.” “I’ll destroy you…” he wheezed, his knees buckling. He tried to stand.

Coming at her with speed once more she heard another voice she hadn't heard in a while "Duck Saghir!" Her heart started to race. The hunter was draining her strength and hearing Raja's voice meant one thing and one thing only, she was going to die. The hunter jerked and cracked his broken bones back in place. Her face paled as she watched. Oh shit! He is like an Ancient. He can regenerate almost instantly!

Elara was a whirlwind of controlled violence, taking down opponents with precise strikes. But they were outnumbered. Sera felt one attacker get past her defenses, felt the blade slice across her arm. Pain exploded, hot and immediate. She sensed Lucien's anger as he perceived her injury through the bond. He crossed the garden in a flash, moving quicker than she had ever seen, and positioned himself between Sera and her assailant. After a brutal altercation, the assailant lay on the ground with Lucien's teeth at his throat. Sera gasped, "Wait."

I did not respond to that because Coach Vega was already calling Group B to position and the arena had done its collective breath-holding thing again. Aaran Bloodmoon was broad and confident moving across the arena floor. He was one of the older heirs in the competition bracket, built heavier through the chest and shoulders than most, with the particular ease of movement that came from someone who had never once doubted that they belonged in the room they were walking into. Dark red training jacket. Pack insignia visible on the left side. He rolled his wrists as he walked and smiled at the crowd in the benches and a section of them responded to it which he clearly expected. Alex walked to hi

The second day bled into the third with relentless speed, as though time itself conspired to drag the mating ceremony closer. Blackthorn Keep thrummed with final preparations. Banners of black and silver snapped in the wind above the battlements. Torches were set along every path leading to the sacred grove where the rite would take place beneath the blood moon. The air carried the sharp scent of pine smoke and roasting meat from the kitchens, mingling with the metallic tang of freshly sharpened blades. Warriors drilled in the courtyard, their breaths fogging in the cold, while elders chanted low prayers to the Moon Goddess in the chapel tower.

“Calm down. Using barrier-type abilities is fully permitted by the tournament rules. Anyone who dares to interfere forcibly will be defying the committee’s authority.” The commander drew his broadsword in fury, only to be held back by several bribed senior inspectors. Inside the barrier, the arena had turned into a genuine Dark Blood cage. Blood Axe twisted his neck, his joints cracking sharply. Within this space saturated with dark essence, his speed and strength doubled outright. “No one can save you now.” Blood Axe let out a wild laugh. He pushed off the ground and darted forward like a streak of black lightning. Eira had no time to summon her longsword. Relying solely on the survival ins

Radit was out getting food, leaving the two of them in an arena far hotter than a mere simulation on a screen. "You're dead, Arka! Almost there! I'm gonna win this, damn it!" Bima exclaimed, his body leaning forward, the veins in his neck bulging from the sudden rush of adrenaline. Arka didn't respond. He just narrowed his eyes. With one precise button combination—a lethal move he had memorized by heart—Arka launched his finishing combo. Bima's character was sent flying, his health bar completely depleted, and the words K.O. slammed onto the screen in large, bleeding red letters.

His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder. I flinched as the stick Big Jim held whistled downwards, landing in the space between Aaron's collar bone and neck. My stomach rose to my throat at the sound of the landing thwack. Aaron grunted and faltered back, giving himself a moment to shake the hit off before he took a calculated lunge forward, knocking Big Jim flat on his back. The bigger man's wrist thick rod spilled from his sweaty grip and rolled outside the four markers. Aaron leapt off to the side and crouched behind his opponent, oblivious of t