The Arena Book Novels & Stories

_______ It's just that I hate these things - The jumpsuit I wore was a shiny black, its sequins were extremely flashy, my hair was curly and falling all the way down my back, only the front part was pinned back carefully, a simple make-up was applied to my face, what bothered me was the boot on my pure leather feet got a thick heel and I found myself having serious problems keeping myself upright, lucky for me the presentation was going to be done on top of a horse. ________ I know - he whispers, seriously for the first time. Lo and behold, we arrive at the arena, the mass of thick cloud over our heads. Built ten years ago, the arena is by far the largest structure in Nigrum. It's nothing co

Beginning of Book 3 Ruled by the Princess: Realm of the Chosen, a Reverse Harem Romance The sound of horses’ hooves beating against packed earth, cheers from the crowded stands, and the jarring clang of wood on metal were all drowned out by the sound of Princess Katrinetta’s heart beating out of her chest as she stared down from the riser. Gripping the wooden barrier that separated her from a fifteen foot fall to the arena floor beneath her, Kit’s knuckles were white, and despite the cool temperatures, a fine line of perspiration beaded her forehead.

Eyes wide, looking around the hall, to see who might hear, and leans closer to my ear, so he can lower his voice even more. “Alaina, I promise, I will not force you to be my mate. I do not want a mate that resents me, no mate is better than one who hates you! If you say no, then it sucks for the council.” Before anything else can be said the door opens and we are ushered out into the blinding light. The arena looks more like the colosseum, in Rome, than anything modern. The ground was covered in hay and sawdust, mixed with mud, blood, sweat, and quite likely a few tears. It smelled kinda like what I think the Themes may have smelled like back in the late 19th century to mid-20th century... b

“See you soon, Zaiden.” The next morning, I let my warriors know that we’re heading back to the pack. I take a last look at the arena. The last one was smaller than ours. This one is giant with large, covered structures on opposite ends of the stadium. Because they are covered, I can’t see what they are, but I’m guessing it’s special seating for the super privileged. When we get home, Bastian is back. I’m surprised, but pleasantly so. I was planning to leave Galen in charge. Now I won’t have to.

I could also smell both of them, their scents wafted strongly past my nostrils and my pupils dilated for a second. Ragnar caught me staring. “What?” He grumbled. “Are you trying to see through my shower coat?” “W-What! No…No… I…sorry.” “Good.” He murmured. My ears flushed with embarrassment and my movements became extremely clumsy. I was about to face potential death and here I was ogling a Norales. Something was miserably wrong with me. [•THIRTY MINUTES LATER — AT THE ARENA•] The arena was unlike anything I had ever seen.

I didn't move, my feet stayed rooted at the ground, on the stairs before the arena. The masked people cheered around me, overpowering cheers that deafened my ears. With a final shove to my back, I set foot inside the arena. The square shape metal railings seemed distorted and I couldn't keep my eyes straight. There was an uproar in the crowd, cheering for the upcoming fight.

The participants were led to the center of the arena. The host raised his voice. “Welcome to Apex Arena! The Games of Bravery begin! Blood shall be spilled! Power shall rise! Let the rules be spoken—” He paused, then stared. “A red-haired… by the gods, it is her. The warrior-maid who felled our best!” All eyes turned to Ara. She stood frozen. “She carries only a bow? Does she think this is a jest?” Laughter followed. “Ria, enough,” came the King of Asa’s voice. Silence fell like a storm.

Kendra was in a state of both confusion and amazement as she slipped through the narrow opening between two large boulders that rested with majestic fortitude against the base of the mountain after years of environmental strife and saw the maze of tunnels before her. Over the years, Ari had explored and searched the entrance to inner earth and discovered what she called a back door to the tunnels. Through this entrance, the odds of encountering a guard were next to nothing.

"I understand, Luna. It's just sad because of all the magic users I met. You are the only one I trust even though I don't know you completely yet, but I trust you wholly." "Thank you for trusting me, Venice. Don't worry, I will visit this world when I have time. The portal works now, so..." "Really? Do you promise?" I nodded. "Yes, I promise! So let's go? Leveling is about to start." She nodded and smiled. When we arrived at the auditorium, the leveling had already resumed. We saw everyone at our seats earlier, so we went there. I turned my gaze to the restricted area, where Alesia was with her parents, the King and Queen of Enchantreia Kingdom.

Inzo stood frozen on his spot as he took Ethan’s words sinking into his head. “W-what kind of arena was that, brother?” he asked widening his hazel eyes which filled with curiosity. He looked rather baffled and dumbfounded. “It was also known as the arena of death... The arena that looks similar to a huge cage wherein two persons are held to fight like wild animals for their life. The cage won't open until there's not a single individual declared as the winner.” Ethan explained helplessly keeping his pace back and forth.