The Arena Novels & Stories

MAEVE POV We are herded toward the Obsidian Arena the next morning, before the sun has even risen. The arena looks like a massive crater, its walls made of polished black stone. It is designed so that no wolf can climb out once the gates are locked. In the stands circling the arena, academy officials and hundreds of senior students are already waiting. They are ready to watch bloody entertainment. On the main podium, Horgus stands tall. His single eye sweeps over us coldly.

I knew I had to be cautious and alert at all times. We stepped out of the carriage and walked towards the entrance of the arena. As we walked, I gazed around in awe at the technological marvel that surrounded me. The arena was unlike anything I had ever seen before, with gleaming metal walls that towered above us, and a sophisticated security system that hummed and beeped in the background. The arena itself was circular in shape, with four distinct sections - one for each division of the clan. Each section was separated by a translucent barrier that shimmered with an otherworldly energy, and withi

Three days later… The Savant Arts Tournament officially began in Mirage City. A massive arena, covering over a hundred thousand square feet, was set on a plain. The arena’s floor was made from an indestructible metal, so strong that even rocket fire wouldn’t dent it. At the center of the arena stood a towering stone pillar adorned with small balls hanging from it. Thousands of cultivators had gathered around the arena. Other than Drakonians, there were also many foreign cultivators—most of whom came from Skuira. “There are ten minutes left for registration. All cultivators participating in the Sav

Feeling high by her blood rush, Frea light-headedly replied, still in-taking the god sculpture, "As soon you will entre Arena you will know." Gabriel nodded and started to the Arena, followed by a Noah with equal speed, who was dragging a non-attentive Kaal by his collar, with a tailing Frea who had her mind on ninth cloud. As Gabriel stopped, facing a large light gate, whose surface was shining as of pearls, she faced Noah and Kaal, saying, "From this on stay behind me. The arena is the second stadium of our school made especially for matches. Behind the shiny gate is the dimension beyond time and space. Basically voids, so don

Alora’s POV The arena looked more like a sports ground than anything sacred. From the way it looked, one could see that it had seen some good days. There was a wide circle cut into the earth, flat dirt in the middle, ringed with rows of concrete seating that climbed in rough tiers. The steps were cracked in places, patched with cement that didn’t match. Grass pushed through in the corners where nobody bothered to clean. Four steel poles stood at equal points around the ring, each one wired with floodlights.

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 City Arena was a circle of ancient stone and modern technology. Thousands of shifters sat in the stands, their voices creating a low hum that sounded like a swarm of bees. In the center of the arena, a raised platform of white marble waited. This was where the “Challenge of Worth” would take place.

It was an arc of black against the white light of the arena. The final horn shrieks! The net ripples! The game is over!

Scarlett gives me a little push to get me going and surprisingly, my legs carry me out to the middle of the stage without buckling from under me. “Aria is our treasured gem for this evening. She is a twenty-four-year-old beauty who would like to sell her most precious treasure...her virginity!” The Auctioneer is silent for a moment and all I can hear is rustling as the audience moves around in their seats. I can’t see a thing due to the lights, thank God. It makes it a little easier to deal with being up here. “Aria,” the voice calls out to me, “Please turn around slowly, so this wonderful audience can see how beautiful you are.”

“The arena is closed. No interference.” Seraphine sniffled. “I’ll be cheering loudly! Like screaming loudly!” Kael glared. “Don’t distract her.” Seraphine whimpered. “I’ll silently scream.” Ariadne opened the heavy door leading into the passage. “Come, Alessia,” she said. “It is time.” After some time, the passageway opened into a world of blinding light. The Arena of Dawn floated in the center of the Citadel—surrounded by shimmering rings of luminous energy. Spectators filled the stands in thousands—nobles, warriors, emissaries, and priests from all three empires.