The Arena Book Novels & Stories

- I responded back, burying my thoughts deep. My face flushed realizing that he had been able to pick up these X-Rated thoughts so easily since I had been so deep into it. The book hadn't helped at all to keep my mind on my task for the day. It had been the equivalent of "See Spot Run" in the Draygonian world. Nerrian rolled his eyes and closed the book. He set it off to the side on a pile of books that never quite made it back to his shelves. I don't think this will work today. Nerrian admitted shaking his head.

Chapter 42: BURN EVERYTHING TO THE GROUND Xander – Crescent Moon Pack, Arena The arena stretched before me like a vast, jagged wound in the earth, its dark stones standing in stark contrast to the pale light of dawn that began to seep over the horizon. This was no ordinary battleground—it was a place of finality, where destinies were forged in blood and pain. The air felt suffocating, charged with the weight of countless lives that had been decided in this very space. Each breath I took tasted like dust and anticipation, a sharp reminder that today, everything would change.

I kept my head up, shoulders back, refusing to let them see any hint of nervousness. The arena loomed ahead of me, bigger up close than it had looked from a distance. The stands were packed now, students crammed shoulder to shoulder, all of them waiting to see who would fight next. And above it all, Bianca sat on her throne, watching. I reached the entrance to the arena. An attendant stood there with a clipboard, checking off names. He looked up when I approached. “Name?” “Liora Belrose.” He scanned his list, then nodded and waved me through. “You’re up. Good luck.”

The servant girl Maya had disappeared entirely, and we didn't see her before the appointed time. When it was time at last, the pack guards were sent again to escort us to the venue they called the arena. I walked beside Brian, carefully analyzing the man, and I could see that his body was carried calmly, giving away no anxiousness. My keen and high-end sense of hearing picked up his heartbeat beat and it wasn't rapid at all. His heartbeat was keen to that of a sleeping baby, and I was left in awe of my Beta. This was one of those moments where I was proud to have chosen Brian as my Beta. We were led to the arena that was built like a colosseum with raised seats where spectators would sit and

I couldn’t bring myself to read more aloud. “Arena, there’s no way a newborn can be a bad person,” I hissed, flipping pages back to the beginning. Even the ink was smudged. He had been at this for a very long time, and he fucking started with babies. “Fuck!” Arena groaned in pain. There were even names circled that I could only imagine were his next targets. “We need to collect all this information and take it to the council.” Anger had been bubbling in my veins until I read one more name circled on the list.

But most of the time, I was dreaming of Arya. However, when I was about to wake up, I was dreaming of something else entirely. Something that resonated with my fear, the reason why I thought about bringing down the whole arena instead of participating in the fight that Connor and Lauren wanted to see. * * * In my dream, it was nighttime, and the lights in the arena are almost blinding me. My heart is pounding so fast that I feel like it's going to give out any moment. There are so many people around us. Too many, in my opinion. And they're all looking at Arthur and me as we position ourselves at the opposite sides of the stadium.

“Have fun tonight. If, we can do it.” The manager took us into the building through the secret passage. And to be honest, a lot of things have changed. Or maybe the last time I visited, I was wearing a mask, and my heart was distracted then, so I didn't realize the difference in the interior and vibe at the Arena. Inside, there was a nice restaurant and café. The floor of the Arena is mostly covered with marble ceramics, and the edges are covered with soft grass. The three of us entered the VVIP booth, which was already full of people with their attention lowered to the center ring. They are waiting for the empty ring to be soon filled with their champion.

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

Sienna Hart held a crystal tumbler, her posture rigid, staring down at the bench in absolute disbelief. Athena held her gaze across the expanse of the roaring arena. The chill in the air vanished, replaced by a burning, furious heat in her veins. She let a slow, chilling smile curve her lips. War was coming.

Then Mira noticed something. “Moment.” Everybody looked up. “What?” She pointed to the windowboard. There was a book. Nobody knew how it came. A minute ago it hadn't been there yet. They were safe. Slowly Aren came closer. The book was old. But not dusted. It's like it's just been deposited there. There was no title on the cover. Just one word. Memories Silence. Aren carefully opened the first page. And stared. Because there was a photo glued in.