The Arena Novels & Stories

as a gigantic Dragon Glass Shield, the size of two football stadiums cupped over Zompano, my mates and me only. It was so easy to distract these fvckers and trap them in places of our choice. Now that I came to think about it, the Arena was neither inside nor outside, technically speaking. The Zorean Pack’s existence shall be wiped off in this millennium by a creature who shall neither be single in number nor multiple, neither by a man nor by a woman and kill the Zorean Supremo neither at day nor at night, neither INSIDE NOR OUTSIDE . . . . “WELCOME TO THE ARENA OF THE DARK ARTS, ALPHA ZOMPANO,” Chester announced with a daunting

************** (Contest Arena) The great arena pulsed with life. Wolves from across Selvayra had gathered, filling the air with chatter and anticipation. Floating stone platforms rose into the sky, carrying the spectators to their seats. Shimmering portals opened before them, vast windows of magic that displayed every angle of the coming contest.

I can’t break it to her that Ren isn’t my date. “Oh don’t worry about that, I’m glad you came,” Annie tells me me with a rather devious smile. “I have so much to tell you.” I can’t smile too. “I have so much to ask. I didn’t know Ren had a sister.” “Our parents haven’t been the best to us, and I decided I didn’t want to be affiliated with an Alpha/Luna lifestyle,” she admits as we come to the table. She grabs me a drink, handing it to me. By the bitter smell, it’s clearly wine.

“Then that’s enough.” When I hung up, the room felt still again. Waiting. --- The Grand Arena was visible before the car even slowed. It rose from the city like a crown carved from crystal and steel—an architectural relic reserved for only one event a year. One name. One legacy. No weddings. No galas. No public access. It wasn’t rented. It was claimed. And today, it was mine. The gates opened automatically. Storm banners hung from the towers—silver lightning on midnight fabric. Water features reflected the sky like black mirrors. White marble walkways curved through glass gardens and electric-blue pools.

He knew the strategy he was going to employ would not fail him! A loud horn buzzed and the lights over his head turned green, it was time. He walked out of the lobby and onto a hallway leading back to the arena. The fighting arena was a raised platform about ten feet off the ground. The floor of the arena was pure concrete slabs connected to each other, forming a perfect square measuring a hundred meters on each side. In the middle of the arena stood the announcer and an umpire. Norval headed for a flight of stars that gave him access to the arena. He scaled them sl

The tie pulled it back just enough to make me feel like myself again. The arena was located at the village’s heart. A massive wooden Colosseum built into the cliffside, roaring with life. Antlers, banners, drums. The stomping of hooves. A sea of beastmen crowded the stands, fur, feathers, and scales shifting in a kaleidoscope of movement. The moment I stepped into the outer ring, the noise hit like a wall. There were chants of a language I didn’t understand, but the energy was unmistakable. They wanted blood and fights.

Finally action. But she didn’t smile. “I’m not fighting one of your guards.” “You won’t,” Kael said. “You’ll fight your past.” The Moonfire Arena was built into a pit of black rock. The crowd gathered fast wolves hungry for blood, for drama. They filled the stands above, growling, whispering, watching. And waiting. Kael stood at the edge, arms folded. The council sat higher, judging with cold eyes. Aria stepped into the arena. Dust swirled at her feet. Her claws flexed. Her wolf paced.

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.

Even being pregnant won’t stop them from trying. He takes my hand in his as Set moves forward. My family is behind us, and the warriors form around us all. “Let’s get this over with.” I state firmly as we walk with our heads held high towards the portal and out into the arena. The arena is an underground Colosseum. The ground is sand and there are torches that line the walls. The air is dry and stagnant. Thousands of wolves are in the stands. The noise fades away as all eyes are now on us.

“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