Round Table Arena Novels & Stories

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

The council hall smelled of fresh‑cut wood and old stone. Aria paused on the threshold with Kael at her side, taking in the space they’d rebuilt out of the ruins of the old royal audience chamber. No dais. No throne. Instead, a great round table filled the center of the room—thick oak banded in iron, its edge carved with wolves, moons, wheat, river fish, and even the simple tools of human trades. The symbols ran together in an unbroken circle.

The decision was made in order to ensure that students` battles would not interfere with public transportation during the , even in the worst case. The central district was further subdivided into the business and administrative districts, in the centre, located an amphitheatre— or rather, the central stadium for the . The central stadium is a gigantic cube-shaped building. It boasted a maximum seating capacity of five hundred thousand people, specifically equal seats suitable for all races worldwide. When the tournament is held, all contestants will gather here. Within the giant building are five more large amphitheatres, twelve mid-sized ones, and th

When the doors opened, I could hear screaming. The elevator let us out into what looked like a basement level, but bigger. Much bigger. The walls were concrete, stained with things I didn't want to identify. The air was thick with the scent of blood and terror. "Welcome to the arena," Marcus said, gesturing toward a set of metal doors. Beyond those doors was a circular room with concrete floors and walls that went up at least twenty feet. There were bleachers filled with people I didn't recognize, all watching a pit in the center where two wolves were fighting.

Rudy did not know about the rules of the tower and thus blurted, "Queue? What queue? Do you need to register for the battles?" Fane laughed as he patiently explained after patting Rudy on the shoulder, "There are seven arenas on the first level of the Thousand Leaves Tower. You saw it just now. Intense battles are going on in each arena." Rudy nodded. They had walked a full circle around the tower just now and had seen everything. He did count seven arenas earlier, and each arena was surrounded by uncountable numbers of people. The design of the arena was incredibly unique as well. It looked like a coliseum. There were spectator stands around the arenas filled with people cheering excitedly.

The walk from the villa to the palace wasn't long, and before long, we were already standing before those massive and intimidating castle outer gates. " We don't have any business in the inner ring..The battle arena is close to the outer gates. " As we walked in through the gates, Jake explained, and I gave him a distracted nod as I tried to take in my surroundings. From the gates all the way to the walkways, everything screamed of wealth, class, and royalty, and even the competition arena was nothing like the ordinary pack battlefields. It was designed to accommodate millions of people, with a massive ring in the middle, a thick layer of carpet grass covering the ground, and chairs arranged

The arena beneath the Grand Meridian had been built for exactly this. Circular, sunken into the sub level, ringed by tiered stone seating that rose in concentric half circles. The floor was packed earth. Not concrete, not tile. Earth. As if whoever designed this place had understood that wolves settled their disputes on ground they could dig their claws into. A hundred wolves filled the seats. Fifteen Alphas in the front row. The air hummed with anticipation, the primal frequency of a crowd that had come to watch two predators decide the future.

My anchor chair. “The architecture is curved to accommodate additional analyst positions at a later cycle,” Kael noted, his boots tracking to the primary camera lens to evaluate the sightline. “The roundtable format will mirror the baseline structure of Nightfall Broadcast, but my mind concluded the initial reveal would achieve maximum trauma with your form isolated at the center.” “Yeah,” I whispered, a sudden, sharp smile breaking across my face before I forced it down, drawing a massive breath into my lungs before dropping into the solo leather throne. “Wow.”

Rowan drew the arena for me in the dirt with a stick. "Two arenas," he said. "The new one is up behind the Temple. Built forty years ago, oval, sanded, drained on a fall to the north side. Everything about it was designed by people who had watched too many trials go wrong in the old one and had opinions." "And the old one."

“Nicholas fought with me as an Alpha and chose to die with his pride. I did not kill him on a whim. Atlas lost his arm because he insulted me when we first met in the woods, so I thought he’d make a good example, as I thought your death and Kai’s would be too.” “You have scary ways of making examples,” Layla said from the bed behind Marcel. The Alpha smiled, staring down at Zeeb. “I guess I do.” When night came, Lobo seemed more sane and cooperative, so Marcel let him follow the group and they headed to the Lander Arena. Bald Hans and his partner were not at the table, having been replaced by two large men who served as security for the entry that led deeper into the circular building. The g