The Arena Book Novels & Stories

When she saw me, she waved weakly like she was sending off a soldier to war with zero weapons and duct-taped armor. “Good luck, Vee,” she mouthed. Her expression was halfway between you getting this and write me from the afterlife. Yeah. So comforting. The arena floor was colder than I expected, smooth stone etched with old runes that pulsed slightly beneath my feet like the floor itself knew blood would be spilled here today. Around me, the massive colosseum was packed with students, elites, professors, and those annoying groupies who screamed every time an elite blinked. Everyone looked so ready for violence, popcorn in hand, enchanted pens ready to take notes, and some weirdos even placin

This isn’t a dark romance love story built on sweetness. It’s built on denial. On want. On the kind of hunger that doesn’t ask for permission even when you want it to. MARA LENNOX’S POV The arena is already loud before the puck even drops. Cold air bites at my skin the second I step inside, it’s smells sharp and clean, mixed with sweat, metal, beer, sweet smell of popcorn literally everything that makes a hockey arena feel alive. The lights are blinding overhead, white and merciless, bouncing off the ice until it looks unreal, like something you could fall into and disappear.

“Hmph. Flashy. But how long can he keep it up?" "Still buried in your book, big brother? You're missing the show," she teased, flipping her kunai in a lazy arc. Anarak didn’t bother responding, his fingers turning another page with deliberate calm. That changed the moment Danial raised his hand and summoned the Hellfire Shield. Anarak’s gaze snapped to the arena, his eyes narrowing in uncharacteristic interest. He closed his book with a quiet snap, leaning forward ever so slightly. Ellie arched an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Well, well. The bookworm awakens. Something catches your eye, Anarak?"

Derek walked next to Vivian, occasionally interjecting comments into her argument with Jasmine, which only made things more heated. Rowan kept his arm around me as we walked, occasionally pressing kisses to my temple or whispering something that made me smile. Shane walked on my other side, looking relaxed and unbothered by the chaos around us. As we turned a corner, the arena came into view. And it was massive. “Woah,” I breathed, stopping in my tracks to stare. The arena was enormous, easily the size of several training fields. There were multiple sections set up for different events like sparring rings, obstacle courses, relay tracks and others. Rows and rows of benches surrounded the ent

Chapter 21 – The Arena Third Person POV Lea and Antheia walked to the training gym and it was packed with pack warriors and pack members surrounding the small arena that is similar to the ring that was used in kick boxing. The place was dark and noisy, empty cans of beer were rolling on the floor and being crashed, some bearded men were tossing some beers to the crowd and the sound of cheers and opening of can lids were heard. Antheia’s eyes roam around the room and she moved closer to Lea as they are being squeezed on their path. The noise was scaring her, thinking that these werewolves would tear her apart.

CHAPTER 25 — FIRE BENEATH SKIN Arianna’s POV The arena smelled of sweat and wood polish, the scent thick with anticipation. Mooncrest’s warriors were assembled, lined in formation, their eyes fixed on me as I stretched, feeling the baby shift gently inside me. The baby’s movements sent small waves of warmth coursing through my body, a rhythm that pulsed in tandem with my own heart. The sunlight filtering through the open roof of the arena painted the floor in golden streaks, and for a fleeting second, I allowed myself to feel… normal.

**This is Book 5 of the Elemental Dragon Series. While this book can be read as a standalone, it is recommended that you read the first four books in the series, starting with The Arena. References to other story lines and past situations will not be reiterated in this story.** I'm standing here in the arena once again, staring at this arrogant asshole who thinks that he can claim me and make me his dragon. This time, it’s an elf prince.

The wards inside the arena were created to not have any rogue wolves in unless it was tampered with from the inside. But that does not include me, DK, my Mom, and Uncle Jericho. Aunt Dana added our blood the same security she used in Purpura that would allow us to enter the Arena when needed through teleportation. We watch through the screen as Anya and Ruby prepare to enter the arena and see Rose approaching them. And as much as Anya hated it, she was warned not to trust anyone other than Ruby.

I asked and started to put my hand on his shoulder. Arena's whole body shivered involuntarily, he was cold and white as if he had run out of blood in his body. I had insecurities, feelings I never wanted to think about. “Thali, I'm dead…Thalia….Help me….” Arena whispered weakly. From a distance a long tentacle like a tree root wrapped tightly around Arena's body, he struggled weakly and was slowly carried away by the root. My body froze, if only I knew what to do right now, if I knew I had to save Arena myself. What the hell is going on. I helplessly wondered, but in my heart I found an answer for myself. Before my eyes, Arena was eaten by the bloodworm tree. That's right, Arena's soul was e

she diverted to another direction and waves at us before taking off. I took in the arena. It was a wide expanse of land with walls built around it. It had seats surrounding it__more like a big auditorium. “So, since it's just us, let's get comfortable. Don't overwork yourself. I will handle this” Sandy scoffed “You make it look like I'm some invalid. I can do about anything don't deceive yourself. I'm an agile girl, not some ninny” “Okay, rainbow hair. Let's do this!”