Summary

He was forced to fight for a prize he never even wanted to begin with, until he met her. In the land of Evanyl, there are only two classes: The rich and the poor, the upper and lower class, the posh and the peasants. There is no in between. The only ways you achieve either status is by birth or winning a brutal competition that will make the winner rich beyond his wildest dreams. The fights, however, are to the death, and the poor are forced to compete once every five years for the rich's amusement. The creator of this competition has passed, leaving his legacy to his only heir. This year's tournament will promise to have even more carnage and gore since Vyron Tamminalin is now in charge. He's more blood thirsty and vicious than his father and adds some twists to the rules of the competition. Zakyrik has spent his whole life avoiding the gaze of the sponsors each time they come to chose a champion. This year, however, fortune frowns upon him as an accident earns him the award of being picked to compete in the tournament. Zakyrik plans on doing everything he can to escape and if that is not possible he is going to be forced to fight for a prize he never even wanted in the first place.

Genre: Fantasy,Romance

Author: Brittany Tyler

Status: Complete

Chapters: 47

Rating: 4.8 (23 reviews)

Age Rating: 13+

Prologue

Her purple gown with blue hues sashayed across her shins as she hastened purposefully up to my cage. Even in the light of the moon, I could see the colors cascading around her body. “I need to speak to this one. Alone. You may return to your post in five minutes, but do not let me see you peeking around the corner, eavesdropping, or else it will be the last thing you see and hear ever again!” She snapped at the guard. He stood quickly, bowed his head, and ran to the front of the cellar. She then faced me. The moonlight shining through the hole in the ceiling next to my cell showed me that her face was no longer scowling but had softened into an amused look. One I had never seen on her face before.

“I know about your cousin being kidnapped and used as leverage to make you fight to their standards. I’ll go and free her for you before her captor orders her execution just because he lost a bet. He really thought you would obey him and not use your weapon for an easy kill.” She paused to laugh, “You should have seen his face when he had to hand over ten thousand gold pieces to his betting partner. Serves him right. Well, I should hurry along. Good luck in the finale.”

Involuntarily, I reached toward her as I called out, “Wait, why are you helping me?” I couldn’t hide the suspicion in my voice. She slowly turned around, “Let me ask you a personal question, if you weren’t forced against your will to fight, would you still line up to willingly join the competition or come watch it?” Without a hint of hesitation, I answered, “No, never. I hate everything about this filthy place.” She sadly smiled, “See, just like I thought. We do have something in common.” Leaning closer to the bars, I enquired, “And what could that possibly be?” She sighed, “We were both born into a world we would have never chosen willingly, then forced to live a life we didn’t want.”

She then proceeded to my cousin’s cage, leaving me with my mouth hanging open.

NAMES

The Land of Evanyl has many different characters with very unique names. Here is a pronunciation guide for a few of the main ones you will meet.

Zakyrik Ruequal - (Zak-ear-ik Roo-equal)

Zytriana - (Zi-tree-anah)

Jessuvi - (Jes-sue-vee)

Axrenorian Ranswits - (Axe-rin-ore-ian Rans-wits)

Trevalo Ranswits - (Trev-aloe Rans-wits)

Vyross Tamminalin - (Vi-ross Tam-en-a-len)

Vyron Tamminalin - (Vi-ron Tam-en-a-len)

Vyren Tamminalin - (Vi-ren Tam-en-a-len)

Xori Tamminalin – (Z-or-ee Tam-en-a-len)