Round Table Arena Novels & Stories

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.

Servants rushed ahead; guards cleared paths. The grand spectacle shifted from ceremonial dais to something far more primal: Cody’s duel arena. I was escorted by two of Cody’s warriors toward a raised VIP box overlooking the training grounds. The arena was circular, stone‑lined, wide enough to accommodate full wolf forms. Torches burned along the perimeter walls, casting flickering light over the sand below. The guests filled the surrounding tiers like spectators in a coliseum. This was no longer a mating ceremony. It was blood sport.

They turn and walk into the ball talking back and forth. I turn to Anna. "There's hope for him yet." She giggles and we all file in. The ball looks like a giant dance club. Lights flashing, people jumping to the bass music. There's a huge dance floor with tables covered in white tablecloths all up and down the outside walls. Decorated to the nines. Hundreds of people are here already. There's a buffet style food area. Its about as catered as they could get on such short notice since the arena doesn't really have a kitchen.

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.

While we travelled to the Training Grounds, he held it open for us and muttered. "We now call it the Arena, and we recently set up chairs so that parents may observe their Half-Bloods train. You can pick your chair, as each one has a name and number on it, or we can take care of everything for you." We drew up to double doors that opened to a gallery and scores of burgundy chairs. I could see through the glass that it was a field with artificial grass that was a vibrant green color. There were about twenty meters of Half-Bloods underneath the screen. Three of their trainers were yelling at them from the walls as they lined up. I regarded the kids with shock. They were merely children, raised

Standing inside it now, surrounded by fighters, servants, guards, and the kind of patrons who could afford quarter-million-dollar seats, she understood for the first time exactly how small Knox had intended her to feel. The arena seated three thousand. Today it held closer to four, with additional viewing platforms extended from the luxury boxes above and holographic screens suspended from the ceiling to ensure no angle went unwatched. The air smelled of expensive cologne and barely contained excitement, the specific combination Sierra had always associated with men who had too much money and not enough consequences.

With Dariel Jackson’s lead, the two came to a place similar to that of a gladiator arena. The place was at least three thousand and two hundred feet wide with a sunken arena in the middle. Yellow flower pear wood couches were placed all over, with massive tables in front filled with all sorts of good food and alcohol. An incredibly alluring hostess was also assigned to each couch. Their long legs were catching everyone’s eyes without fail. It was clear that everyone here belonged to the city’s upper social circle.

I knew I had to be cautious and alert at all times. We stepped out of the carriage and walked towards the entrance of the arena. As we walked, I gazed around in awe at the technological marvel that surrounded me. The arena was unlike anything I had ever seen before, with gleaming metal walls that towered above us, and a sophisticated security system that hummed and beeped in the background. The arena itself was circular in shape, with four distinct sections - one for each division of the clan. Each section was separated by a translucent barrier that shimmered with an otherworldly energy, and within each section, the clan members were busy preparing for the upcoming competition.

“You’re aware that you’re famous right? You are known as a ruthless killer, not easy to please. Anyone will think you’re not easy to approach.” No, I’m not that scary. They’re exaggerating things: people and their rumours. I shook my head, “I don’t look scary right? Why would they think that way?” They shook their head. “No, no. Of course not. You look beautiful. And that’s only a rumour,” Liliane answered quickly. I chuckled softly, "I can't blame them for thinking that way though. Anyway, let’s go?” “Sure.” The three of us get inside the car. After a few hours, we reached the Kingdom’s largest Arena. It is the place where events like tournaments happen. Today, there will be a two-day tourn

They are relentless as the only clan who doesn't want peace and cooperation. Approaching the arena, a massive oval building circles a large open field for training. Along the arena's edge are luxury boxes for spectators to watch out of the way. The building is equipped with shower rooms and exercise equipment throughout the building. A pool with a small diving board for the kids was installed a few years ago. There's also a steam room and massage tables for relaxing after practice.