Flames New Arena Novels & Stories

It hasn’t rained in at least a week, the forest is very dry. For a moment the flames dance in a way that makes me think they are trying to tell a story. I shake my head but the flames continue to form the shape of people. Suddenly the people begin the run from a darkness that makes the flames disappear for a moment. What is going on? The smoke fills my lungs and I begin to gasp for air. I look up, the smoke in the sky is black and thick. The smell of burnt pine is making it hard to breathe.

"Owen, where are you going? Today is our wedding night. Can't you stay with me for tonight?" Her silk robe slipped slightly off her shoulder as she spoke, revealing smooth, fair skin. But he didn't spare her a glance. He tightened his grip on Luca's hand and strode past her. "Sorry, Vivian. Our agreement is over. It's time for me to get my memory back." He left without hesitation. Her face drained of color, but she could not stop him. Arriving at my villa, Owen excitedly said, "Shannon, I remember everything now! Luca and I are home!" However, only silence answered him.

"Stop talking nonsense! Ella would never leave me. I'm sure she'll forgive me once I coax her and make it up to her." The others exchanged uncertain glances but dared not argue with him. Kaden had the impression that I could never stay mad at him. He believed I would understand and let him off the hook once he bought me some gifts and explained that his family pressured him into an alliance via marriage with the Crawfords. Gwendolyn linked her arm with his. "Let's go. Our families are waiting for us." It began to rain heavily outside. Kaden suddenly thought of the flowers I had planted in the yard.

You thought you could erase me? Watch me etch my name in every breath you take. I am not soft. I am not sweet. I am not yours. I am fire. And fire never begs to be seen.

'You're nothing but my ex now! 'Loving you has been the greatest stain on my life. I will never forgive you. You're not worth any of my longing, not anymore.' Sebastian picked up the photograph on the table and pressed it to his chest. Slowly, he drifted off into sleep. And I also turned away and left. 'From this life to the next, we will never meet again!'

She simply smiled as they headed toward the entrance. Pushing through the front doors, they stepped outside. Flashbulbs exploded. A small crowd had gathered, all talking at once. Shouting out her name, asking questions, each trying to be heard over the others. “What the…” Vanessa dug in her heels, turning to face Alaric, not bothering to hide her panic. They were surrounded on three sides by cameras and video recorders and reporters. No less than five news vans—two of them national—were parked in the street directly across from the building. She’d have to get past them to reach the parking lot and her car.

"It's a high possibility that Harish might say about the deal between you." "I don't want any assumptions. Get me a clear report on what Rudra found out." In a strong pitch, she said and dismissed him. ... 08:00pm. Luxurious Taj Lands Banquet The venue was full of booming lights with the Panoramic View of the Arabian Sea. In the dark night, with the illuminations reflecting on the turquoise blue water with high tides, it appeared awestruck. By the looks of it, it resembles a grand event, though it's just a gathering of top business magnets.

"He told us about today's special event. Said there is a new fighter worth seeing." The guard's expression shifts to something uglier. "Oh yeah. The mouthy Omega. Should be a good show." Mouthy omega?! Is he implying to Stella?! My jaw tightens, but I keep my expression neutral. Like this is just another day's entertainment. The guard waves us through. Inside, the arena is exactly what Ezekiel's intel described—a converted warehouse basement, stadium seating surrounding a central cage. The space is packed with spectators, maybe two hundred people, all dressed expensively, all wearing expressions of eager anticipation.

The city was electric with anticipation. Philadelphia’s streets pulsed with the energy of a new NAFL season, banners fluttering from lampposts, fans in Talons green and silver crowding every corner. The stadium, a coliseum of steel and glass, glowed in the evening light. Inside, the roar of the crowd was a living thing, surging and falling with every announcement, every flash of the jumbotron.

I hesitated before adding, “If we’re going to make this look real, we have to make sure they buy it.” His gaze held mine for a second longer. Then he offered his hand. I placed mine in it. And we walked out together. **** The arena was unrecognizable. I’d thought it was merely a place for duels or training. But tonight it shimmered with banners, golden torches, and hanging lanterns that bathed the entire space in soft crimson light. The stands were filled. Music echoed faintly through the air. Zane leaned closer. “It’s a multipurpose arena.”