Round Table Arena Novels & Stories

The arena was so big, it had large seats that could hold upwards to twenty thousand people at once, and it could hold up to thirty thousand or even more. It was a dome-like structure made of marble that was painted a dark gray color. There were several entrances and it was beautiful. It had several tiers and there was an open space near the middle which was used for free entertainment during fights and other activities. The crowd quieted when she walked in with the guard. She realized this pack had lots of challenges and that's why they had a place for fighting. She could hear sneers and boos. Ashina realised how loyal they were to their Alpha, she hoped it didn't unnerve her.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, her just crying on her chest while he comforts her in a certain way he knows how. The inside of the arena had drastically changed. Party decorations are everywhere, colourful, hanging lights illuminated the whole place with its soft, dizzying glow. Bar stool tables, round tables draped with silk are arranged around the area as robot waiters and waitresses serve drinks and food in an organized manner.

It was far too merry for them; a little light may have angered their versatile god. Sidastir allowed Akana to settle in the carriage first before telling the coachman to take them to the arena. The wagon creaked before it sat in motion, and Sidastir sat right opposite Akana, who watched the landscape as it went by during the travel. The arena was in the north-western part of the city. You have to take the main street that goes through the whole city and get through the school area on an island in the center, amidst the huge river that flows through the city. The arena was just after the bridge that leads over to the northern road and is located near Theatrum Formae. The area is notorious for

Aria POV "Competitors, enter the arena!" My stomach twisted so hard I almost doubled over. This was it. The Trial of Strength. My first real test. And I was about to walk in there with a wolf that nobody had seen for three hundred years. No pressure. No pressure at all. I walked through the gates with the other competitors. The arena was massive. A huge circle of dirt surrounded by seats that went up and up into the sky. Hundreds of people filled those seats. Maybe thousands. All of them here to watch us fight.

It would be witnessed by every wolf of the Kaelith pack. Elaria watched the circle take shape from the shadow of the healer’s hall. The arena was cleared of snow and ash, its stones chalked with runes older than memory. Four fire-bowls marked the corners, their flames leaping high, painted with herbs that sent sparks green and silver into the air. At the center was the circle itself: a ring carved into the stone, wide enough for two wolves to fight, narrow enough that no escape was possible. The sight of it made her blood run cold.

Three days later… The Savant Arts Tournament officially began in Mirage City. A massive arena, covering over a hundred thousand square feet, was set on a plain. The arena’s floor was made from an indestructible metal, so strong that even rocket fire wouldn’t dent it. At the center of the arena stood a towering stone pillar adorned with small balls hanging from it. Thousands of cultivators had gathered around the arena. Other than Drakonians, there were also many foreign cultivators—most of whom came from Skuira. “There are ten minutes left for registration. All cultivators participating in the Savant Arts Tournament, please enter the arena promptly.”

Athena P.O.V. The Council room is big, circular and has a platform where the Elders are seated in a halfmoon, overlooking the floor, where Alpha’s and Luna’s are seated at a circular table, also made as a giant halfmoon, so everyone can see each other. The floor is covered in big rugs held in royal maroon colors, the wood chosen for the tables and chairs some sort of dark material. Again there’s torches on the wall to give light, chandeliers (three of them) and fireplaces for warmth as well as light off to the side.

Inside, however, I see what makes this place special. It's a single, vast room—an auditorium of sorts, roughly the size of a school gymnasium, but carpeted with lower ceilings. The centerpiece is an enormous round table, positioned with geometric precision at the heart of the room. "That's one official-looking table," I remark to Dean as we approach it.

The arena was packed full when Lillia arrived. It rose in layered stone tiers and was shaped like a mini Colosseum. Hung high above were coloured long banners carrying the Wolfsbane crest, all five in total. The colours of all the founding houses. Lillia thought as her gaze scanned the arena. Rows and rows of benches surrounded the arena, overlooking the battle beneath. Above the benches was a tent where the Elders and Ladies of the high court sat. And she stood at the entrance of this tent.

They are the same people I've seen around the VIP section over the past two weeks, and on seeing me, they nod and wave at me. I nod, waving back. There's nothing to say because we all know what's coming. The horn sounds again, directing us towards the new arena that was announced last week as the new meeting point. Quickly, I follow the crowd, my boots crunching on the gravel as we all walk through the forest path leading us with sign posts towards the arena. And after about ten minutes, the trees open up into a massive clearing I've never seen before. Holy shit. It's enormous. Easily three times the size of the Round One North space arena. There is a raised platform in the center where offi