Round Table Arena Novels & Stories

The newcomers stop and ogle at them, often running their hands over the skulls and snickering to their friends, curious if they’re real. They’re very much real, but Cortana would rather leave them guessing. At the very center of the room is the fighting ring, which is nothing more than an extremely large circle carved into the stone floor. There are whispers that the rust-colored boundary line is painted by the blood of those who lose. Past the circle is an area separated by a red velvet rope. There are couches lined with silk and buckets full of iced champagne, but neither of those details catch my interest. “I’m going to go scope out the competition, see what other wolves showed up.” Cole

I didn't move, my feet stayed rooted at the ground, on the stairs before the arena. The masked people cheered around me, overpowering cheers that deafened my ears. With a final shove to my back, I set foot inside the arena. The square shape metal railings seemed distorted and I couldn't keep my eyes straight. There was an uproar in the crowd, cheering for the upcoming fight.

I needed Ares. Hissing through clenched teeth, I stared up – and up and up and up – at the arena my body had found itself in. Towering walls, made of mountain stone, surrounded the oval floor. I squinted at them, my belly hollowing out as I saw what looked back at me. People. Almost a hundred of them, surely – Alpha Blare’s entire pack were seated around the walls, which were not really walls at all, but slanted seats that ringed the oval I sat in. Their bloodthirsty smiles were all the same. I would find no friends in the stands.

Looks like a colosseum… If it was surrounded by baby Colosseums," Roy said, nodding toward the cluster of stone arenas beside the massive main stadium looming in the distance. Tanaka didn’t respond. He was just taking the sight in, looking at the layout, the layered rings and the spectators already filtering into stands, his eyes and face unreadable. Roy sipped from his grape juice box, gripping it in case anyone else took it. “So… are we splitting up here?” Brock shook his head. “Nah, Tanaka’s match is at 11. Yours is at 1:30. That gives us time.” “These rings next to the big one," Kiearn said, gesturing. “They’re for the rookies like us. Beat your opponents and you climb the ladder to the

If one could build connections at these events, it could significantly boost one's career. Phoebe followed Miles into the room. Because this was a prominent event, the round table in the center was enormous. It was close to 20 feet in diameter and capable of seating up to 30 people. Nearly every seat was filled. For a moment, Phoebe couldn't even spot Ian. She did see Horace near the door, though. She didn't have time to look around anymore before following Miles to two empty seats. He sat beside Ian. Phoebe greeted the latter before looking ahead to see Gideon in a black suit. She froze.

"Wow ... It's good to hear. You really are the perfect ruler of the three islands. " Anna coughed, "Excuse me, may I know where is Bianca?" Anna asked. "Oh, she's sitting there," Elroy replied. Anna and Jin looked in elroy's designated direction. They were in a large building in front ofthe arena that could accommodate as many as twenty thousand spectators. The atmosphere in that place had started to bustle, they seemed to be impatient for this tournament to start immediately. A bang filled the entire stands. They shouted in support of the names of the participants.

"Beat the hell out of them, sunshine." A grin tugged at my lips. Flipping wolves had no idea what I was going to do. ~*~*~*~*~*~ The arena was huge. It took up most of the basement area of the villa. I was expecting something a little more like a crappy octagon with a plastic cage. This was an honest-to-goodness arena, decked out with bright lights and legitimate stands for the crowd. And boy, was there a crowd!

I thought he wouldn’t say anything until we reached the apartment, but then his voice came, low and serious. “Cole.” I turned. “Hm?” His eyes stayed on the road, his jaw tightening. “I’ll be going to the Moonfang Arena next week.” I blinked in confusion. “Moonfang Arena? What kind of place is that?” “It’s the arena where wolf matches are held.” “Oh, Ronny’s father runs it, doesn’t he? What are the rules?” I asked. “Fights go on until one side yields or can no longer stand. It doesn’t end in death, but it’s brutal enough to prove who’s stronger.”

I steared clear from Melanie and Luna Nymeria and walked alongside Aria instead. We reached a table that had names written on it. This is ours ladies. Aria called the rest behind us. The room was surrounded with circles of tables. Each was up to a twenty seater tables. I stared in awe. The Ravenwood pack never had events like this or even decors done this beautifully. Melanie and I sat in the middle, while the mated ladies sat at the edges and I think it was because the seats next to them are meant for the mate's each.

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