Alpha Martial Arts Academy Novels & Stories

There is equipment littering the entire room. I don’t get much time to ponder the room in front of me before Marcus is stepping out of the side room. “Hey, Emilia. Glad to see you made it here safely. I hope Garrett didn’t give you too much trouble on your way out here. Come on, let’s show you around.” I fall into step with him as he walks in the opposite direction of where I was coming from. “This is our newest state of the art training center. This is Garrett’s pride and joy. He came up with the floor plan and got it approved by Kade—Alpha Kade. We are going to be in one of the sparring rooms, which is just some mats on the ground in an open floor plan room. Each room has a purpose. Some r

All we could do now was wait. “Do you actually think he is going to call us?” Cian asked as he paced the space in front of the boxing ring. After the meeting Madden and I decided to join some of the others at a local boxing ring that the Lennox’s had hired for us to start our training. “I mean if he said he’d get her out then I don’t understand why we’re all here training especially if there won’t be a need to fight.”

Takes a second to place it, to pull it from the mess of information we’ve been drowning in lately. “Which pack is that?” Malachi’s voice, still groggy. He’s awake now too, sitting up, instantly alert despite having been dead asleep two seconds ago. Then it clicks. Silvermoon. The council mentioned it. That bastard alpha who reached out to them with his bullshit claims about Anokai being his mate, about our marriage being fake. Ethan. The growl that rips out of me is pure violence, and the man on the floor flinches so hard he nearly pisses himself.

I wasn't sure Stephanie could remain safe with Willow for long. It was only a matter of time before Willow would turn on her. After what feels like ages, we finally pull up to a huge two-story house. Thick vines clung to the walls, and a palpable energy radiated from the building. The place had a very strong aura. It must be steeped in powerful supernatural history. ALPHA XI DELTA is painted in black letters on the massive house. It looks like something from a movie.

she said, as she stretched forth her hand for me to shake I took her hand and returned her warm smile. “Alexa will be training you for the next three months to be a warrior.”

“Welcome. I thought here we could do a few basic training exercises. So I can get a feel of you, you know?” I’m assuming he means my level of fitness, but it still makes me shiver. Nodding in agreement, I look around. There doesn’t seem to be much to this room at all, which I’m grateful for. It means no work with weapons, which isn’t my strongest suit. Back at the institute, we were never allowed near anything that could be perceived as a weapon. Only the most delinquent get their hands on weaponry enough to train with it. “Anything you want, Alpha,” I murmur, trying not to seem as suspicious as I feel. If he truly had his memory wiped, the last interaction we had would be from the letter I

He assumed a stance and started testing out the student in front of him. Initially, Fruto was worried about unleashing moves on his instructor. He has been trained to fight since he was a kid, and school has never been fun for him. He stopped for years but now he’s back again because the academy he went into embedded martial arts for Physical Education. He had never felt so free that he wanted to fight so badly! His bloodlust increased every second and he did not hesitate anymore to exchange blows with his teacher.

We were all equally baffled. “You guys saw that, right?” Brantley asked. “Yep,” we confirmed. Pixie giggled. “Because this is where we train outside, there’s a shield protecting us. People outside the shield see an empty court, while those inside see, well this.” “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of pointing out just how awesome Erea is,” Dove commented. “Wait until you see the weapons we’re training with.” Just like back at the training room with Eagan, there was an instructor waiting for us. He’s quite a big man, and he has a massive scar running down his arm. We learnt that his name is Abel.

He and my father had sometimes worked as a team. “I ran into three men on motorbikes,” I told him. “I’m a bit rusty and haven’t had a sparring partner since I left. I’d love to work my sword if you can find the time.” His smile was his answer. “As soon as our food settles, we’ll go into the back courtyard and give your arm practice. It may take a few months to get you back up to snuff but you’re a quick learner.” He turned to Mira. “What’s for supper, woman?” he growled.

Changed into sweatpants and a tight shirt with a hoodie over that one of the female guards I hadn’t seen before tossed to me earlier, I went out of the barracks and followed her until we arrived at a massive building. “Damonmaw Academy…” I read the plaque on the door, a foreshadowing panic forming within me. Coming in, I was greeted to find a large training field inside bustling with warriors in training, sparring and practising their combat techniques, with clothes almost the same as mine. It turned out it was a uniform. In the middle of the mood, Alpha Keiran. “Demonmaw doesn’t waste time on the weak. You train hard, or you die fast.” His voice boomed in the room, eyes landing on mine with