Haymitch Hunger Games Arena Novels & Stories

Chapter 40: The Blood Toll The arena was not a place of honor. It was a slaughterhouse dug into the frozen earth. I stood in the viewing box high above the dirt floor. My hands gripped the cold iron railing until my knuckles turned white. The air smelled of sawdust and old death. There were no cameras here. No screens. Just the raw and guttural roar of three hundred criminals screaming for blood. Below me Kaelen stood in the center of the ring.

Arena Match The arena wasn’t a cave with torches but a training dome—glass ceiling, LED rings, cameras hidden in the rafters. The mat was striped: white yield circle, blue weapons lane. A med team waited behind the plexiglass. A referee in black stood midline, mic in hand. Talia rolled her shoulders, still feeling Aunt Amalia’s crash course in her bones: tap, listen, feel for seams. Across from her, Mira stretched like a gymnast trained for an audience. She picked a saber and a hooked knife—sharp, stylish, mean.

Feeling high by her blood rush, Frea light-headedly replied, still in-taking the god sculpture, "As soon you will entre Arena you will know." Gabriel nodded and started to the Arena, followed by a Noah with equal speed, who was dragging a non-attentive Kaal by his collar, with a tailing Frea who had her mind on ninth cloud. As Gabriel stopped, facing a large light gate, whose surface was shining as of pearls, she faced Noah and Kaal, saying, "From this on stay behind me. The arena is the second stadium of our school made especially for matches. Behind the shiny gate is the dimension beyond time and space. Basically voids, so don't get over-excited to see anything because I am sure a match is

' I guess we are, I formulate a muted reply and then turning on my heels I follow the others in the elevator. I've lost count of how many floors we descended, my eyes focused on the holographic clock all the journey down. It materialized out of nowhere and above the arena, letting everyone know the game is bound to begin. The crowd starts counting down the last few seconds, their echo sending chills through my body. Thousands of small bumps are covering my skin as we march in the colourless pit and my brain takes in the enormity of the place. If I hadn't seen Nanites at work before I swear I would have believed they use some kind of magic. The immaculate white ridges reconstruct in shape and

The arena is massive, even for someone like me who used to play hockey professionally. The stands stretch out, almost reaching to the point of filling thousands of people. Well, maybe not thousands, but there's definitely a good amount. Close to the high hundreds, at least. "Wow," Ari gasps in amazement as Athena passes her a cherry slushy. I can't believe it – there's even a food court here. My jaw practically hits the floor. "I didn't get you one because I figured you'd be in the penalty box, and I didn't think you'd want one," Athena explains as she sips on her blueberry slushie, which matches her vibrant hair.

“I feel sick. I don't want to get up?” “Yes. Please move to the arena at this time.” The Coliaran walked away to the next unopened room. Sure enough, the other contestants were walking down the hall towards one of the larger arenas. Rainer released his stomach and joined the moving traffic next to a large rock-like and humanoid creature. It smelled like a dirty hamper but Rainer knew better than to say something. The arena was impressively large. A glass dome protected the audience, while sealing in the contestants. Dirt on the ground was rusted, and looked like it was made from crushed bits of metal.

She was hungry, dirty, and tired and sincerely hoped her luck would change somehow. Because of the black werewolf, it had been quite difficult to hunt for food, she'd had to steal from their ration when they were not looking and she couldn't take much nor make it frequent in order not to make them suspicious. She quickly climbed the tree and peered over it. She saw it was overlooking some kind of oval-shaped arena like a modern arena designed like the ancient Greek Spartan fighting arena with a raised central stage for combat. The seating areas were arranged in tiers, with each tier set back slightly to provide a clear view of the stage.

The heavy, suffocating drama of the night games gave way to a crisp, bright morning. The festival grounds woke early, the air thick with the smell of roasting meats, pine, and the sharp metallic tang of freshly sharpened steel. Down in the main arena, the brutal mud pit from the Beast's Tether had been completely filled and packed down with fresh dirt. In its place stood two colossal, reinforced timber walls, each painted with a massive, multi-tiered grid resembling a giant, wooden game board.

It felt heavier now. Not just a tool. A target. The last stretch of tunnel sloped upward. Light intensified ahead, white and red, and gold flickering together. At the end, a gate of interlocking metal thorns waited for one breath, like a closed jaw. Then it yawned open. Sound hit me first. The roar of thousands of not‑quite‑voices, all focused inward. The slap of hands on railings. The distant chime of betting updates. Then light. The central arena’s floor spread out below me, a vast, circular basin. Its edges were ringed by towering walls studded with screens and speakers. Above, the dome shimmered, its glass ribs now laced with fresh repairs where the Co‑op Showdown had cracked it.

MAEVE POV We are herded toward the Obsidian Arena the next morning, before the sun has even risen. The arena looks like a massive crater, its walls made of polished black stone. It is designed so that no wolf can climb out once the gates are locked. In the stands circling the arena, academy officials and hundreds of senior students are already waiting. They are ready to watch bloody entertainment. On the main podium, Horgus stands tall. His single eye sweeps over us coldly.