Colosseum Spectacle Novels & Stories

Clara As I watched the Coliseum fights, I understood why werewolves were willing to kill themselves to get in. There was a heady atmosphere that stirred my pumping blood. Warriors of every size and race fought down in the sandy pits. I saw creatures that I had only seen in books: monitor lizards, tigers, lions, and panthers. The Coliseum wasn’t just a gladiator free-for-all. There were circus acts of skilled acrobats leaping in the air, knife jugglers, and jesters. Drummers kept a steady tempo that thrummed throughout the entire stadium, and musicians blew trumpets when a fighter triumphed over his opponent.

The Coliseum was forged from the nails and bones of the dead infused with scorched metal, dark magic and enchantments that prevents escape, teleportation and healing. At its centre, an altar of thick red blood glows with the essence of souls lost in combat, forever trapped. The Coliseum was filled with spectators from all over the world, waiting with impatient excitement. The thousands of loud and erratic voices were absorbed into the cursed stones walls that stored every scream of victory, pain and death.

Dominic spoke up, “It's a city of debauchery and extravagance, where extravagant gambling and seductive beauties are commonplace. The most unusual thing is the beast colosseum.” “What is the beast colosseum?” “It's a place with towering walls and high platforms for the amusement of the wealthy. Anyone entering must bet at least tens of millions!” “Bet? What are they betting on?” Harmonia asked again. “They're betting on how long a human can hold out in front of the wild beast…” As soon as Harmonia heard this, her eyes widened instantly. A fight between a human and a beast?! Wasn't that equivalent to a sheep entering a tiger's mouth or a praying mantis trying to stop a chariot? It was obvious

I squealed as the golf cart started moving. "This is the Colosseum. It is the largest amphitheatre of ancient Rome. It was commissioned by the emperor Vespasian in the 70-72AD" I stared at the Colosseum and it was truly amazing. We stepped out of the cart to look around as the tour guide showed us inside. I took out my phone, and took a picture of Ethan and I standing by it. I snapped the Colosseum. After some minutes of taking pictures and looking around we entered the golf cart again. "Next, we see the Piazza Venezia or you can call it the Venice square. It was built by the veteran cardinal, Pietro Barbo alongside the church of saint mark." Once again we stepped out of the cart and took pi

"The climax isn't a battle. It’s the moment we tell you that we are not your toys! If you want to watch a story, learn what it means to bleed for it!" ​With a sound like a thousand violins snapping, the "Great Lens" of the Colosseum shattered. The arena didn't explode—it Dissolved. The Spectators vanished, their "Attention" broken by the sheer weight of a truth they couldn't consume. ​The Return to the Dark ​The Respiration tumbled back into the "Margin," but the pearlescent mist was gone. They were floating in a deep, velvet blackness. The stars of the Andromeda galaxy were visible again, but they were far away—tiny, lonely sparks in the infinite.

He then stood up with me and grabbed his camera. Let the tour begin. * * * * * * * * Today had been eventful, amazing and beautiful to say the least. Leonardo had planned it all out. He got tickets to the Roman Colosseum which was surprising not far from the Panella cafe. Leonardo was my tour guide. He told me that the Roman Colosseum was a large amphitheatre that housed up to 65,000 spectators in the Roman days. This was where the famous Roman gladiatoral combats were held followed by the bloody, gory and murderous death.

It was the biggest and most intimidating thing she had ever seen. Before her was laid out the Roman coliseum, a massive arena, made entirely of stone. The stone was crumbling and deteriorated, and it had clearly been thousands of years since its heyday. But this vampire coven had somehow managed to bring it back to life. They didn’t seem to care that they sat in crumbling bleachers. And they’d managed to cover up the crumbling floor with a floor of their own, turning this ancient relic into a functioning Coliseum once again.

Objects to use as cover during a fight. Ulrich nudged me out of the room with his boot, chuckling loudly as I stumbled. The moment my feet hit the sand a hundred torches flared to life. Each one was so bright it illuminated the entirety of the colosseum. There were so many people sitting in the stands that if I unfocussed my eyes they all blurred into one writhing mass of color. A prickle of awareness trickled down my spine and I turned my head to the left ever so slightly.