The Arena Novels & Stories

“You’re aware that you’re famous right? You are known as a ruthless killer, not easy to please. Anyone will think you’re not easy to approach.” No, I’m not that scary. They’re exaggerating things: people and their rumours. I shook my head, “I don’t look scary right? Why would they think that way?” They shook their head. “No, no. Of course not. You look beautiful. And that’s only a rumour,” Liliane answered quickly. I chuckled softly, "I can't blame them for thinking that way though. Anyway, let’s go?” “Sure.” The three of us get inside the car. After a few hours, we reached the Kingdom’s largest Arena. It is the place where events like tournaments happen. Today, there will be a two-day tourn

“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.

He only had a few minutes left. Finally, Arth arrived in the entrance to the arena. It had a circular structure stone-made. Several flagpoles surrounded the arena, with the banners of Glacia flying with the wind, with small gardens on both sides of the entrance path. The whole place was already crowded with warriors, even knights, joining the tournament. His heart raced, chest pounding as he looked around, trying to find the registration. Then after seeing the desks, he hurried towards the only occupied one, where an old man was seated.

Inzo stood frozen on his spot as he took Ethan’s words sinking into his head. “W-what kind of arena was that, brother?” he asked widening his hazel eyes which filled with curiosity. He looked rather baffled and dumbfounded. “It was also known as the arena of death... The arena that looks similar to a huge cage wherein two persons are held to fight like wild animals for their life. The cage won't open until there's not a single individual declared as the winner.” Ethan explained helplessly keeping his pace back and forth.

Great call. The arena floor is arranged in levels. At the centre sits the fighting pit, what everyone here calls the Ring. It’s a square platform surrounded by thick ropes and metal barriers, something between a wrestling ring and a cage. Bright lights hang above it, illuminating every inch of the surface like a stage. Blood stains the mat, when I look closely I see that the stains are fresh. Crowds pack the surrounding seats, men and women shouting, betting, waving money in the air. That thought of sitting next to Lorenzo all night makes my stomach tighten.

The arena was packed full when Lillia arrived. It rose in layered stone tiers and was shaped like a mini Colosseum. Hung high above were coloured long banners carrying the Wolfsbane crest, all five in total. The colours of all the founding houses. Lillia thought as her gaze scanned the arena. Rows and rows of benches surrounded the arena, overlooking the battle beneath. Above the benches was a tent where the Elders and Ladies of the high court sat. And she stood at the entrance of this tent.

Chapter 42: BURN EVERYTHING TO THE GROUND Xander – Crescent Moon Pack, Arena The arena stretched before me like a vast, jagged wound in the earth, its dark stones standing in stark contrast to the pale light of dawn that began to seep over the horizon. This was no ordinary battleground—it was a place of finality, where destinies were forged in blood and pain. The air felt suffocating, charged with the weight of countless lives that had been decided in this very space. Each breath I took tasted like dust and anticipation, a sharp reminder that today, everything would change.

Marco said impatiently as he glared at where Bryant’s hand was joined to mine. Neither of us responded as Bryant turned and began leading me to the arena close to the training grounds, Enzo in tow. I could hear Marco's annoyed grunt in the background but I didn't care. At least not now that I was worried about both their fates. The arena was most definitely not what I was expecting. Honestly I didn't know what I was expecting but it wasn't this - Rows and rows of medieval type weapons. An open ring with an actual row of seats for the spectators. I hadn’t been here yet, because I didn’t see a need to visit.

Underground Arena | 10:00 p.m. Inside the underground arena, the frenzied shouts of the people dominated the place. There were constant groans, growls and a cracking sound. "BEAT HIM." "BREAK HIS BONE." "FIGHT. LET HIM BLEED." Those were just a few of the shouts that could be heard inside the arena. People could hardly contain themselves because of excitement as they watched two men with almost have the same body shape who were currently fighting in the middle of the arena. Big, bulky muscles.

The soldier replied, “I’m not sure about the situation either, but news has spread that Sheldon and the outsiders have set off to the city’s arena. “Haha! Interesting!” The Blade Sect’s Elder stroked his white beard and said bemusedly, “Let’s go watch.” The city’s arena was large and tens of kilometers wide. There was a protective formation around the arena in the form of a golden halo. Two people stood in the arena. One was James, and the other was Sheldon. The two stared each other down from opposite sides.