Colosseum Spectacle Novels & Stories

Sage. I watched in awe at the massive spectators. There were huge screens placed at vantage points for everyone to see. The sun was out and the heat was next to unbearable. The condemned twelve stood defiantly as sweat glistened their bodies. I could see the stubbornness in their features as they ignored the booing and jeering from the crowds of spectator who had come to see blood. This had gotten out of hand really fast. I sat nervously at the behind Dominic on a raised chair and got a close view of the arena, The sand was glistening under the hot son and it made me wonder if it was truly sand. I peered closer and activated my wolf sight.

All we heard was the gasp from the spectators, and the coliseum went silent. It was unusual. So I looked to see what was going on. "What?" My eyes widened in shock at what I saw.

I sat there laughing, coated and sore in the best way, the rush of it all better than any history lesson. Rome felt like my playground now, gladiators just the beginning. As night crept in slow and steady, the torches around the Colosseum burst to life one by one. Their flames danced high, casting long shadows and turning the massive stone arena into a place of flickering magic for the evening fights. The air smelled of smoke and sweat, mixed with the distant roars from the crowds gathering below. I had just finished rinsing off in a rough stone fountain nearby.

Above, the open sky stretched like a canvas, with a bright full moon shining right in the middle of the night sky. “Look at the stands!” Aurora whispered to Damien. They raised their heads and looked up. High up in the stands, hidden in the shadow of the stone wall, sat many audiences. Aurora couldn’t see their faces clearly from this distance even with her perfect vision. “What the fuck!” Glen snapped, “Are they here to see us fight?” “This is a Coliseum. It is designed to entertain the nobles,” Kaelan sighed. “These fucking barbarians are not nobles! And I definitely don’t want to fucking entertain them like some pets that they own!”

He didn't have to, but he did. As he responded, I brought my attention toward the room we'd stepped into. I'd never been in the Colosseum before but I was starting to see why it was so famous. It was gigantic, with a dome ceiling that was easily fifteen stories tall in the center. Booths of different solar vendors covered the floor, organized in perfectly straight rows. Men and women walked busily around, carrying trays that were covered in drinks.

He turned around and left the betting area, heading toward the colosseum! Looking at that scene had Rudy feeling a little numb. The entry tokens were still in Fane's hands, so Rudy did not know what was happening at all. Fane let out a smile as he pointed at that colosseum and said, "You see that massive crowd? Beneath the spectator stands is the Colosseum just like the one in Thousand Leaves City. "The colosseum is surrounded by spectator stands. It was designed in a circular fashion from the bottom to the top. The stage is not meant for battles between people, but battles between humans and beasts, that's why it's called a colosseum!"

Sophie looked, marveled at how small the planet appeared, and decided that she was. The sun was high, the sky was clear, and the Imperial Coliseum was packed with human beings. Conceived by the long dead emperor, and constructed as a monument to his empire sized ego, it survived because people actually made use of it. The venue's size, plus the retractable roof, made it perfect for sports, concerts, and political gatherings. But not like this, never like this. At least a hundred thousand people filled the surrounding seats, but unlike the normal crowds, this one was silent. So silent flags could be heard at they snapped in the breeze.

After watching him fight in the Colosseum, Claudia becomes consumed by thoughts of the untamed warrior whose strength and intensity awaken a yearning she has long suppressed. Defying the rules of her station, she ventures into the shadowy depths of the gladiator quarters to seek him out, driven by an insatiable hunger for connection and release. Claudia’s P.O.V. The crowd roared, their voices a deafening thunder that echoed through the massive stone walls of the Colosseum. Blood stained the sand beneath the blazing midday sun, the remnants of a brutal fight that had ended only moments before. Victorious and towering above his fallen opponent stood Lucius, the gladiator known as the Lion of R

Their tails lowered and their ears flattened showing their fear. One whispered, not quietly enough, “That’s him.” The other nudged him sharply. “Don’t look at him. Just keep walking.” My steps faltered. What the hell? I swallowed and continued forward. When I stepped into the sunlight, the entire Colosseum was as quiet as a graveyard. If not worse. Hundreds of eyes fell on me at once, and every expression was the same, curiosity mixed with fear. The MC announced my arrival with fervour and that seemed to awaken the dead audience. They cheered and roared and I let out the breath I was holding. No matter what had happened, I needed to win this.

It got me stuperfied. We landed in italy early this morning so how was he able to do all these in such a short time? This man was a box of surprises. The Colosseum was the largest amphitheatre in Rome with an audience capacity of fifty thousand. It was also very historical. Dante told me that this was where the famous gladiatorial combats, animal fights and Romans games were held followed by the bloody, gory and murderous deaths. I cringed knowing people actually died here some hundreds of years ago and all for sport but it was a very beautiful site.