Battle Arena Novels & Stories

Luna sighed in relief, sneaking a peek at Caleb after dealing with the team's troublemaker, and saw Caleb smiling and nodding at her. At the same time, Yorba was laughing. "Hahaha! Very well, in that case, the other factions will draw lots, while Zoronda will be seeded in the three-way battle royale." The other factions were all at ease too, as if Zoronda had already been eliminated. Soon, after they drew lots, it was announced that Danmarch and Nistral would join Zoronda in Arena Two for the three-way battle royale, while the Alliance representatives would be competing against Foehn representatives.

"Win. Please just win. Come back to me." "I'll try." She pulled away. "Now let me get ready. I've got an Alpha to kill." She prepared. Stretched. Focused. Pushed down fear. Pushed down doubt. Became the warrior she needed to be. One hour passed. Time to fight. The arena was outside. Natural amphitheater. Hundreds watching. Thousands are watching via stream. The whole world is watching Luna Queen fight Alpha traditionalist. New world versus old. Progress versus regression. Everything on the line.

Eira was never ever going to listen to Devika again. Why? the question may arise. Because right now Eira found herself stuck in the middle of loads of sweaty people all cheering the contestants in the boxing ring. And why was she there? Because her dear best friend wanted to spy on her twin brother Aarav Bhatt as to where he vanished frequently after school and so she came with a brilliant idea of following him. And where did that lead them? Right in the middle of the place where illegal fights take place. The underground den. Eira was trying not to look at the fighters on the ring and the blood they were shedding but it was practically impossible as she heard the people around her cry

So I switched the channel to the next one and as I had suspected, there it was. The bright red box to the right of the announcer showed Nathan and his opponent, Cooper, as everybody knew him, indulging in appropriate combat till Nathan's demeanor suddenly broke off and he ended up on his knees after only two punches. My eyes were screwed shut when the situation got worse in the video and Nathan's face was bloodshot red in literal blood and strain.

It said I am going to be released but into a pack since I am not a rogue and fought against the rogues not with them. After showering and gathering my things I am on the plane home. I can only think of one thing: Drake.

And my blood boiled with fury. Ben had given me a book outlining what the Tournament actually was, and I reached for it, flipping it open. The competition consisted of twelve different challenges. Some tested strength, other mental ability, creativity, everything. It was an all-male competition, until now. Apparently, the competition allowed space for the Valderian, despite my gender. We would be competing against twenty other princes, all from different packs, all of us living in the Cawdor kingdom for a month while the competition lasted. I was getting serious hunger games vibes. The competition started out with a gigantic ball, thrown in the Cawdor castle. That's where we would meet the o

ken argued. "What are we going to do while you guys have your fight?" Jessica one of the girls complained as the boys placed their hands on the table to start. "You could just watch and learn or pick sides and cheer us on," Derrick said as he handcuffed Jerry while Regal's right hand cuffed ken's. "Seriously?" Jessica replied irritated. she was there for the catch not to watch some stupid dumb fistfight game. She thought since Regal was there he was going to be spending good money buying expensive wines, meat, and other things.

" The arena was a massive open space sculpted into the mountain, girdled by stone seats that climbed toward the ceiling. The pack filled the stands — hundreds of wolves came to observe whether their new Luna would prove herself or destroy them all. I stood in the centre of the packed dirt floor, wearing my battle dress, the Luna circlet shining on my head. Five warriors entered from the opposite side. Not Blood Moon wolves, but fighters brought by the visiting Alphas. Each one was massive, scarred, and clearly experienced in lethal combat. Garrett appeared at my side, pressing a short sword into my hand. "Remember your training," he said quietly. "Power is good. But skill wins fights." "I kn