Mech Arena Novels & Stories

, said Flora. “Battle arena is not redecorated into this. There are machines connected to it. It can change into any form of place. It's basically like a virtual house where things change the way you like them to change”, said Miss Harmony. “I thought we were going to battle against the other class but now the arena is like this. Why?”, asked Soma. “Yeah, I wanted to beat him into a pulp and make him cry”, said Mizuki.

Chapter 54 - Battle Penelope "Breath," Mildred whispered as we approached the ring where mine and Delmira's battle would take place. It was huge, made of stone like almost everything in Caspian. It reminded me of the gladiator arenas back in Roman times, except this one was three times as big to accommodate such gigantic shifters. I had never seen the arena before, apparently all by design to keep me from freaking out, or so Garren told me this morning before leaving to finish the rest of today's preparations.

Lexikan replied politely. "Yes, sure. Come along." The combat area was on the left side of the first-year buildings. It was a massive enclosed field as huge as two football fields combined. However, the field was divided into multiple areas for different training. A combination of various AI training equipment was located everywhere and rooms for individual training were also prepared. As for Mecha Training, it was the last area where they kept practical mecha for students to use in their free time. It has no weapons that could damage the properties.

THE ARENA GAMES RULES: All participants must be at least 18 years and above. All participants will fight in whatever form they choose but it must be non-lethal combat. All females are to go first, followed by the males. The unranked females will go first and compete against each other in three fights until a few are left standing. Those who lose at this stage will automatically be ranked as Omegas. Those victorious will come up against the Gammas in combat. Winning one of the three combat will mean attaining the rank of a Gamma and the losing party falling down the rank to an Omega. Winning all three combats will mean the automatic opportunity to battle with the Deltas.

I would not give them that. Raymond was not a shield. He was a piece on the board — a piece they underestimated because they assumed the warmth of his blood made him fragile. In that, they were mistaken. The Tournament would take place in the Arena of Thorns — a place older than the Veil’s current map, its sands blackened by centuries of blood. The rules were few and enforced only when the High Arbiter deigned to lift a hand. Fights were not always to the death, but they were never without cost.

He knows what I am. My stomach twists. The taste of bile creeps up the back of my throat. I turn and run, pushing past bodies, rubble, smoke. I don’t even know where I’m going, I just know I have to get out. I reach the gate leading to the tunnels under the arena. Aaron and a few others are already there, dragging the wounded behind them. The door is open, barely hanging on its hinges. I wave them through, urging them to go faster. “Hurry,” I whisper, my voice too dry to rise above the noise. “Go. Get them out.”

Alessia gulped and said, “Does he want to kill me?” “No,” Ianthe said. “He wants to break you.” “That’s worse!” Seraphine sobbed. Ariadne pointed to the center ring on the map. A circle of silver lit up. “This is the Trial Arena. Ancient laws bind all combat there. No one can interfere. No one can cheat. No one can kill.” “That last part isn’t true,” Ianthe muttered. Seraphine screamed. “What Ianthe means,” Ariadne said tightly, “is that if someone is careless or untrained, injuries happen.”

Liu Yu was shocked at first and felt the threat of death, but then found out, eh? The hands-on mecha has a silver-grey exterior, that sleek shape and an ultra-metallic body that's not Lightsaber, the top combat armor, and the only 35-level mecha, the dream of all mecha divisions. In the entire alliance, only one person is capable and qualified to drive this mecha "Come out! Are you all shrinking tortoises when you keep hiding like this?"

"I can aim, Draven taught me. I'm unsure if people will see it as a good thing that a Luna knows how to shoot an arrow. I'm guessing everyone else can dance, sing or play an instrument." "Elara, the competition is different; hence, it's a variety, like cooking. A Luna shouldn't fit in a box of the woman who wears a pretty dress, has dinner meetings and nothing else. If she can fight like a man, good for her. If she can cook rather than using maids, good."

To refuse would mean exposure, and exposure would mean death. The arenas were vast, each one designed to represent a different environment. Some were like lush jungles, teeming with hidden dangers and predatory beasts. Others were barren wastelands, where every step could be on treacherous ground. Still, others were like grand coliseums, echoing with the cheers and jeers of invisible spectators. They were paired with different opponents, each one chosen to challenge them in different ways. Some were ferocious beasts, captured from the wild and driven mad by captivity. These creatures were powerful and unpredictable, attacking with a primal rage that was both awe-inspiring and terrifying.