The Arena Novels & Stories

THIRD POV: The night of the second selection arrived with a sky full of stars and a moon so full it seemed to pulse with ancient power. The arena had been constructed in the heart of the Republic's ceremonial grounds—a massive circular cage forged from reinforced silver-lined steel, designed to contain even the most enraged alpha in their wolf form. Around it, tiers of seating rose into the night, packed with pack leaders, council members, and representatives from every territory in the Republic. Torches ringed the cage, their flames dancing in the cool night air. The atmosphere hummed with anticipation.

When we got to the supposed location, a shiver passes through my spine when the inscription at the entrance comes to view. The Butcher's Circle. That is what the Arena is called, and the name is not helping matters at all. I still haven't figured out what mafia men find exciting in this kind of fights. Are they not scared for their own safety? Seeing the number of people convening here, I get my answer in an instant. When Gemma and I enter through the entrance, with Samuele and three other men accompanying us, we find the place extremely crowded with people. Every table and booth is occupied, and many people are left standing. Apart from that, the place is str

Chapter three: Kaireen’s Pov I stood there like an idiot, staring at the sea of masked faces in the arena, trying to make sense of what I'd just walked into. The arena was massive, too massive to exist inside Rhia's house, and yet here it was. The banner hanging overhead said BRIROYALS INITIATION in letters that seemed to glow and pulse, and I had no idea what that meant. People were moving now, forming lines near the walls. I didn't know what else to do so I joined one of them, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat.

Her eyes were still locked on the battlefield where Elanil had stood. Elianna stood at the edge of the arena, her hands trembling at her sides. Her palms were slick with sweat, her throat tight. The roars of the crowd echoed in her chest like thunder. Can I really do this? she wondered, heart racing. The heat pressed in around her, making her gown cling to her skin. Her legs felt unsteady, her breath too shallow. She wasn’t like Thalindra. She wasn’t like elanil. They’ll all be watching. She closed her eyes, fighting the panic rising in her chest. I’m not ready… The crowd hadn’t even finished murmuring about the last fight when the next names boomed through <

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.

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.