Round Table Arena Novels & Stories

We stepped out into open air—and noise. The Co‑op Showdown arena took up an entire quadrant of the Game City’s central bowl. Two rings sat side by side, separated by a high wall of glass and shimmering runes. The floor of each ring was a shifting platform—a patchwork of stone slabs, metal grates, and odd architectural fragments - hovering at slightly different heights like a stack of broken level designs Above, holo‑screens hovered, already displaying a split view. LEFT ARENA: PAIRING A – AUTHOR & ESCORT

CALANTHA The day of the tournament had finally arrived. All the participants were dressed in our official uniforms, standing together around the massive circular arena where the first game would take place. The arena looked like something out of an ancient battle—huge, open, and intimidating. There were raised viewing terraces surrounding it, and the main field in the center looked like a stage built for combat. “I think we’ll be fighting our opponents in this space.” I heard Sara say to one of our teammates.

She shifted Malix on her lap. Andrea smiled rather sickly back. The box they were using held Jayems, Rihlia, Jasmine, Andrea and the children. Keilor was down on the field, helping out. It was dusk, and laser torches had been lit, ringing the circular arena in bright flames. The aisles of the seating area were also lit, making the arena look like a sunken wheel with spokes of fire. In the center of the arena was an elevated series of grids shrouded in vines. Andrea blinked, squinting in the torchlight. Had that vine just moved?

And now, the moment everyone has been waiting for! As the commentator's words resounded, the other unrelated contestants exited the field, leaving only two figures behind. The extraordinary safety glass cuboid-enhanced arena, 60 meters wide and 30 meters high, glided to the center of the stadium. The commentator elaborated on the arena's capability to withstand even the most powerful impacts, ensuring the utmost safety while offering an immersive view of the heroic clashes within. Various rules were explained, and the competitors from both sides were introduced with fervor.

Everyone was seen rushing to the arena. After sometime the arena that was made by XScythe which looked quite lavish and had modern architecture from the outside, had all the modern amenities in the inside, in the middle stood a huge ground surrounded by a glass as to shield the watchers from any miss fired spell, and there were over 4 floors of the arena circular in nature and over 150m in height and the entire Arena was spread over 3km on all directions, including the Arena and other enjoyment park and shops before entering inside the Arena. Every seat in the Arena was filled and not just by the locals but also other players who came to witness the beginning of the first ever human held com

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

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.”