Round Table Arena Novels & Stories

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

Tonight, she would be claimed. The Playground’s circular arena was packed. Billionaires sat in leather armchairs, drinks in hand, eyes hungry. Some whispered. Others watched in silence, waiting for the show. The chandeliers overhead cast flickering gold light across the floor, but the stage was brightest. There was no room for shadows tonight.

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 was the first day of the tournament, and preparations were being made. The tournament was going to last for five days, with three rounds a day. The finalist would fight on the last day, and the winner would be declared. Alaric didn't want it to be held at the Packhouse Training Center because he felt it would be too small for the audience. So it was being held at an arena in town the size of a football field. It was owned by Desmond, and it was far from the human world, so it wouldn't be a problem.

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.

So his plan is to tire us out first before allowing us to enter the arena with his to ranked fighters? 'We've got this.' Aerona growls out. I begin stretching and warming up my muscles when I hear voices behind me and turn around to see wolves and she-wolves filtering into the arena. Some move up into the stands and others move into groups on the field. The arena is filling up fast. I had been wrong. Blood Moon more than halfway fills up this stadium as I look around and see more pouring in from two other entrances. As the amount of people entering the arena starts to dwindle down I notice there are three distinct groups of people on the arena grounds. Those groups must be broken up into eli

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.