The Arena Book Novels & Stories

Neither of then knew whether she wiuld be coming after seven years ago or she was going to come back soon enough. Elinda and the spy, whom people came to find out her name was Ana, were loathed by eveyone. Everywhere they went to, they were knocked aside as if they were some dustbins and chased away from people’s presence. All the pack member’s beileved, Karen had decided to go away because of them. Harriet, Peter, Kelvin and Patrilia, suck themselves into magic books and anciet libraries looking in there was anywhere written about raising then long gone souls.

I blew out a breath. Anyway, pushing all that aside, I allowed Sebastian to drag me to wherever he wanted, which was either the front or back of the room, depending on how you're looking at it. Looking in from the outside, the arena was huge, but standing on the inside, it was massive. And I wasn't exaggerating. The Ambersky Pack's arena was unlike anything I'd seen before. Not that I went to many arenas to compare. Unlike a normal gym, though, it didn't have equipment for exercise or even a single piece of apparatus like a treadmill.

We emerged on the other side of a cluster of homes and came upon a large fenced-in area overlooking a cliff. As we got closer, I realized that it was a large, circular stone arena. It had rough edges and was surrounded by wooden stands where it looked like people could gather and watch whatever went on inside. She opened up the gate leading inside the arena. There was training equipment throughout the area like rope, wooden barrels, and target dummies. “Avery, this place looks more for warriors than for healers.” Avery winked. “Bingo! Today, we’re going to train in the ways of combat! Come on in, we’ll have fun!”

" We break into a light pace as we burst through the door and into the corridors, Macy squealing again. I carry her about halfway before I had to stop and allow her take over the directions. She smiles and leads me down many hallways until we come to a specific archway. People are leaking in and out of it, soaking up the light from outside, and we just follow along mindlessly. The arena is enormous; it's a big, circular building that makes me think of the old Colosseums that are all over the world. Its walls reach high into the sky, and rows of seats descend level by level until they reach the dirt pit that is about two meters below us. Inside the walls surrounding the pit are four archways

The arena was cold, it smelt bad of blood and sweat. The sight of blood stains and weapons in the arena was scary. It looked older than the laws they claimed were sacred. It sat open to the sky at the heart of the council building, carved from black stone that had drunk centuries of blood and never once softened. The circular walls rose high, tier upon tier of seating already filling despite the late hour. Word had spread fast. An Alpha had issued a formal challenge and not to just to anyone.

And when I’m done there won’t be shadows left for her to hide in. Game on Arena

The passage from the Founders’ Vault twisted and turned, a labyrinth of rough-hewn stone and flickering torchlight. The air grew warmer, thicker, carrying the faint, metallic tang of ozone and something else—the primal scent of anticipation. Davina, with Baron Vance a silent, watchful presence behind her, emerged into a vast, subterranean cavern. This was the Arena of Valor. The cavern was immense, its ceiling lost in shadow, its floor a treacherous landscape of jagged rock formations, dense, artificial foliage, and a winding, dark river that snaked through the center.

They were about five yards wide, and the names of each arena were stamped at the back—Herb Hall, the Sosa Clan, the Webers, and the Floating Cloud Sect. Every arena belonged to one party. Bactria Express showed respect to the four founders by making sure their names were present. All four arenas were about dozens of yards apart from each other and they were built by Bactria Express. It was clear that the design had been pre-discussed, and all the arenas were set up with the same design. Crowds gathered around the arenas the moment they were set up. "Who are the defenders of Herb Hall? I haven't heard anything about them."

I am Zeiah, I grew up thinking that everybody around me is ordinary and I am like them, but that's what I thought. I remembered everything, from the growl of that notorious creature, the slashing of the swords, and the explosion, all of it was clear. I close my eyes, quivering into the ideas which my mind could only bear. How I wish everything were just a nightmare. I let out a deep breath and found myself in the middle of nowhere.

Rajendra quipped. Toshani agreed with him however she chose to ignore it. Anbir's win would ensure Rudra's longer stay. That was the only thing she was interested in. Nothing else mattered. "Oh! look the first contestant has entered." Rajendra said in excitement. Everyone's eyes were glued on prince Leonard of Anatolia as he stepped into the arena. ******** Bhairav clutched the book tightly in his arms as he walked through the corridors of the palace. The torchlights blazed on their own as he entered his personal office. Peculiar ornaments and objects decorated every available space. Two of the walls were bookshelves fully crammed with books.