Colosseum Spectacle Novels & Stories

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.

“ Note to self: Never fall twenty stories onto a hard, stone floor, “ As I adjusted my shoulder, I looked around and saw myself in an ancient colusuem forged out of grey stone and emblems of wolves craved within the pillars. “ What is this place ? ,” I asked myself. Ha ha. The strange voice echoed again but this time, the figure that I had been chasing appeared in the top row of the coliseum six feet above me. “ I’ve never seen a Lycon fall so hilarious in her own coolusim before, “ She causually walked across the rim of the front row while wearing a long, blue dress and a crop top with pink jewelry with the head of a wolf on her shoulder.

"Great, that's where we'll be going first. Let's get on the bus." Once we all got seated on the bus, Alessandro held a microphone and introduced us to the famous destination. "The Colosseum is one of Rome's most remarkable monuments with over 2,000 years of history." Some students were deeply engaged as our tour guide shared more exciting facts about Rome and the Colosseum. The rest were scrolling on their phones or talking amongst themselves.

The boundary of the colosseum was the spectating area. Another functionality Odin-Space provided was a spectating area, people could watch or record their own or other people's battles by joining the virtual battle room. Though the recording had certain rules associated, spectators could record the battle unless it wasn't fought in the private virtual room instead of the public. "Hello Again, Mister Damaged, I am sorry that our last encounter was cut short!" "No problem, sister," Creed glanced at her blurred face. "You probably had reasons, so I don't mind at all."

Naturally, Gerald was dragged along. Looking around, the place was a near-perfect replica of a real ancient colosseum, with a massive space in the middle and all. Noticing a darkened area north of the open space, Gerald had a feeling that the savage was currently hiding in there. Regardless, Gerald could estimate that the colosseum could easily accommodate up to five hundred people, and of the many decorated seats around the circular area, around three hundred of them were currently occupied. As the guard had previously mentioned, the audience consisted of rich young masters and ladies who had come over for some excitement. Drinking wine and shouting in their excitement, the hollering from t

Time to explore. * * * * * * * * * Today had been so fun filled, amazing and beautiful to say the least. Raphael took me to so many beautiful sites in Rome and I enjoyed every bit of our tour. Raphael had totally planned everything. He bought us tickets to Roman Colosseum and Roman Forum ahead of our visit. The Colosseum was the largest amphitheatre in Rome with an audience capacity of fifty thousand. It was also very historical. Raphael told me this was where the famous gladiatorial combats, animal fights and Romans games were held followed by the bloody, gory and murderous deaths.

The sun rays hit the pit of the grand collosseun, which Peter had previously called the Flavian Amphitheatre. However, Roxanne was struck with the realisation that apart from the pit of the collosseum, where the fight was to take place, the rows and columns where the audience and musicians sat where shielded from the sun with a thick canopy of brick roofs. Peter had said it was to shield the audience away from the scorching sun, seeing as the fight could sometimes take hours, and Roman sun rays were not as friendly as the ones of the spring, summer and even autumn sun in London, or back in her hometown in America.

he dashed off again, I dragged my horse followed suit. The Colosseum was more like a gladiator arena, I left my horse outside and went in. I took a seat amongst the stone chairs. There were lots of soldiers, some on red while the others on middle eastern dressing, I figured the middle easterns are probably the Persians. A fat soldier on turban stepped out from the crowd below, he looked at us all and then signalled the other soldiers, they went into one of the doors while the fat soldier kept smiling.

he nearly shouted, the word ‘spectacle’ echoing off the nearby trees and causing a few birds to flutter away in a huff. A low rumble of laughter rolled through the crowd. I nodded, the corner of my lip quirking up in a smirk. “Yes, like a spectacle. An event where evidence will be presented, and vouchers for character will speak. A grand gathering under the Moon so every truth may be illuminated by her light.”

The witching hour for servants like me. The arena, a vast underground colosseum beneath the opulent Obsidian Palace Hotel and Casino, extends above me. During fight nights, this pit holds three thousand screaming spectators, all rich enough to afford the quarter-million-dollar entry f*e and twisted enough to enjoy watching werewolves tear each other apart for entertainment. Right now, it’s just me and the ghosts of tonight’s violence.