Hisoka Heavens Arena Novels & Stories

Yang Xiao felt that something was off when he saw the Ox-Herder chasing after the king of Heaven’s Sanctum! The fervor in the surroundings caused him to look towards the battlefield once more! Under the pursuit of these bulls, the citizens of Heaven’s Sanctum began to panic! Actually, the Beast Arena was completely flat, and there was truly no place to hide! "F**k you! Hurry up!" A spectator was anxious. He picked up the half-finished mineral water bottle in his hand and threw it at the Big Dipper! The bull huffed and puffed, slamming its head towards the Ox-King of Heaven’s Sanctum.

he leans over and places a kiss on my forehead as we pass a bunch of parked cars. “I see him. He’s over there,” Isaac announces as Mato comes into view. The vehicle stops and before I can protest they’ve both gotten out and left me behind, leaving me alone feeling useless. I unbuckle my belt and jump over into the front seat where I can just about see the make-shift arena they’ve constructed on the bare concrete floor, cordoned off with ill-made wire fences ready for the fighting to begin. The harsh floodlights stand blindingly above, menacing as they light up the shabby arena for the crowd to see.

Seriously, at midnight he's still waiting for me just to ask why I'm with Zaki? Whether he wins or loses tomorrow, he still dates me, if he wishes, based on what he and Zaki talked about? I was excited. But I'm tired because of Zaki's torment earlier, so I have to rest. (Fast Forward) 8:30 pm I reached (Rapture Hotel)RH. For sure the match is starting. I run down the immense hallway of the RH underground to the center part. There is a large door with the brand H.A... Hidden-Arena. That's it.

Without any command, twelve men in black cloaks began to surround the pentacle, chanting the same words, the Mistress is speaking. In no time, the ground shook as though it's breaking into half followed by the sweltering air which came from the forming fissures, tracing the pentacle sign wherein Tomoya and Takumi are in. Astoundingly, Tomoya did not panic. He only watched the ground around him crack and fall down to small pieces underneath him to which humans identify as hell. Piercing cries reverberated, bringing the entire locus, counting the air and any life forms to shake; indicating the arrival of a formidable yet ghastly being.

He was preoccupied with the thought of how much time had passed and was wondering if Natsumi was okay. SHIN SEKAI SECRET: the final matches of the new world tournament have a hundred percent hospitalization rate. No one has fought in the finals and not ended up in a hospital.

On the surface, this is nothing more than a virtual introduction—a chance for her parents to lay eyes on Elias from a safe, digital distance. Yet, the stakes feel impossibly high. Mia can feel her pulse hammering a traitorous rhythm against her ribs. It isn't just a game, it's an unveiling. She takes one last deep breath to steady her trembling hands. With a decisive click, she brings the massive screen to life. The feed opens on Hartwall Arena—Helsinki, Christmas night, the stands a sea of blue and white, Finnish flags moving in waves above a crowd. "The ice looks similar to a regular rink," Alice says, leaning forward slightly. "Except for all the sponsor logos underneath."

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.

Eren answered while placing his large hand on Sara’s back, guiding her while keeping her close, Rima saw him whisper something in the black-haired girl’s ear which she answered with a dry a glare. “Stay near me, and don’t do anything reckless, let me handle this!” hearing the words, Sara glared at Eren but didn’t reply, for her attention was quickly shifted to the place they entered and her jaw almost dropped as she understood why it was called a nest. The ice nest was a large, very large, roofless hall, the middle part of it was a snow-covered arena with several podiums, while the perimeter was built on a higher ground to form big steps where thousands of ice demons were sitting.

"Exactly! I heard that initially, only Chase from Herb Hall set up an arena. But in less than a day, three more popped up at almost the same time. Bactria Express even made a rule that only these four arenas would be recognized, and they even issued an official statement. It has gained them massive support." "That's nothing. I heard Bactria Express plans to have four champions from each arena—making a total of 16—who will face off in the ultimate battle to determine the strongest among the younger generation!" "Not just that, I also heard they've already chosen the final venue. It's going to be held inside Old City!" "What? Old City? How's that even possible? It's the most sacred place in Ba

Each angel moved to their assigned position without hesitation. Aurelian stepped forward. Not because he desired to. Because it was required. Light gathered around him, forming a path that led through the structured expanse of Heaven. The architecture remained flawless, every line exact, every surface untouched by change. He moved through it without distraction. Others worked in silence. Some maintained the structure of Heaven itself, reinforcing what did not decay. Others observed distant worlds, recording movement, behavior, deviation. Nothing was overlooked. Nothing was unnecessary. Aurelian reached his position.