Mech Arena Novels & Stories

The City Arena was a circle of ancient stone and modern technology. Thousands of shifters sat in the stands, their voices creating a low hum that sounded like a swarm of bees. In the center of the arena, a raised platform of white marble waited. This was where the “Challenge of Worth” would take place.

POV: Neoma One on one. Nowhere to hide. The melee had been chaos, and chaos was a friend to the small. You could get lost in it. You could let the giants crush each other while you slipped through the cracks. But the Semi-Finals were sterile. The arena had been cleared of debris. The sand was raked smooth. There were no blind spots to exploit, no gravity glitches to trip over. Just a circle of white chalk, fifty feet across, and the opponent waiting on the other side.

Great call. The arena floor is arranged in levels. At the centre sits the fighting pit, what everyone here calls the Ring. It’s a square platform surrounded by thick ropes and metal barriers, something between a wrestling ring and a cage. Bright lights hang above it, illuminating every inch of the surface like a stage. Blood stains the mat, when I look closely I see that the stains are fresh. Crowds pack the surrounding seats, men and women shouting, betting, waving money in the air. That thought of sitting next to Lorenzo all night makes my stomach tighten.

Chapter 21 – The Arena Third Person POV Lea and Antheia walked to the training gym and it was packed with pack warriors and pack members surrounding the small arena that is similar to the ring that was used in kick boxing. The place was dark and noisy, empty cans of beer were rolling on the floor and being crashed, some bearded men were tossing some beers to the crowd and the sound of cheers and opening of can lids were heard. Antheia’s eyes roam around the room and she moved closer to Lea as they are being squeezed on their path. The noise was scaring her, thinking that these werewolves would tear her apart.

Ewan had caught a school of wild horses and I dying to subdue them. I prepared myself. The game gun fired and the field was turned into am arena of life and death instantly. I took the lead thanks to Ria, She galloped the slope and bends as she ruled them. She was panting heavily and I felt my pants turn cold. My opponent gained the lead just as quick as I had gotten it. His horse left dust in my face. When the dust cleared up, I discovered Ria had made a wrong turn. It made me burn There was no way I was going to lose my land.

There were multi-colored tents everywhere with loud, annoying games, fried food, or arts and crafts. People parted, like peasants for their king as they walked. Everyone looked at her parents with awe, but when they saw Dannie that awe turned to uncertainty and they took a step back. The makeshift sparring arena was a fifty by thirty-foot dirt patch with wooden benches along three sides. At the northern part of the rectangle sat a square wooden platform with two elegant wooden chairs and an obviously improvised wooden lawn chair. Dannie thought it had a very medieval or Romanesque feel to it. All that was missing was a pair of jousters in full armor or Russell Crowe, shouting if they were en

"When you kill beasts, collect their cores and store it on your jars inside your bags. But let me remind you, encountering beasts in the woods is your challenge, but encountering your fellow competitors is your battle!" "If you reach the mountain arena, the cores that you collected will be evaluated. The higher the class of the beast that you kill, the greater will be its weight on your result!” Tera turned around. “You have until sunset to reach the arena.” "Oh and one last thing,” he said, turning his head. “Using magic is allowed. Get ready!"

The rest of us stood up. " She's running away!" Mira called out but Ariana just smirked. " You might want to let her run... But we all know she can't outrun me." She said and dragged me out of the ward, swinging my hands. I chuckled. Ariana is mistress when it comes to setups. Darren was right behind us, still videoing the whole thing. We were quick to catch Tricia being pummeled down by little kids and I glanced at Ariana, who was laughing.