Artazon Gym Leader Novels & Stories

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you, LUNA.” “No magic, ladies.” Arnie warns as he steps in between us. He nods his head at the lead trainer. They’re used to things getting heated between pack warriors during sparring sessions. Leticia and I are no exception. I’m usually able to keep my cool with Les, but Leticia knows how to push my buttons. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the lead trainer and Tyree walk over to watch in case they need to intervene. Klay steps into the ring, but stays at the edge.

They were about to attack but Prince Arthur spoke again. "Everyone calm down, that creature is a golgozur. A type of t-rex that can only be found in our kingdom. Believe it or not, that's the smallest I've seen of their race. Their bodies are harder than stone but I'm confident that you can cut it with your zodiac sword entrusted to you by the Celestial King!" "How can we defeat this fucking creature, your Majesty?" asked Leomord. "I will not tell you what the strengths and weaknesses of your opponent are. You will be divided into three groups so I can test whether you are fit to be together in a team. Cooperation of attack and defense is a must if you want to win in any battles!"

He was shirtless and appeared to be doing press-ups. "Working out. Isn't it obvious?" he replied between deep breaths. "You never work out. You don't need to," I stated, admiring his perfectly toned natural muscles. "You won't be saying that when I'm forty." "But you're not forty. You're twenty-five and it's fifteen years until you're forty." "It's also fifteen years until Cato turns seventeen and takes over the Alphaship so I have to keep up my strength until then," he explained as he continued you to complete more and more press ups.

The moment they entered— Heads turned. It wasn't unusual for influential figures to frequent this gym, but seeing the trio together—Arthur Thompson, Dominic Valemont, and Lucien—shifted the atmosphere instantly. Arthur walked like he owned the place. Which he probably partly did. Still— The pink shorts were aggressively eye-catching. A female trainer blinked twice. "Sir… bold choice," she muttered under her breath. Arthur flexed his arm casually. "Confidence is key." Dominic rolled his eyes and headed toward the free weights section.

Artemy would only ever give me pleasure. My hand moved to his back, and my fingers traced the bird tattoo that covered half of his back and around his shoulder blades. The bird looked like it was rising from fire, but the design was beautifully executed. Every time I looked at it, I was completely mesmerized. Artemy’s muscles flexed under my wandering and exploring touch. “What type of bird is this?” I asked curiously, my fingers tracing his spread wings. “It’s a Leon,” he muttered in reply. “I got it the day I took over as Boss.”

"Your next training will test your strength, Azure. You'll face twenty guards, each one stronger than the last. It's a daunting challenge, but it will push you to your limits. Embrace it, and you will unlock the power you seek." Azure's heart skipped a beat at the mention of facing twenty guards alone. Doubt clouded his mind, but he refused to let it consume him. He met Devin's gaze, determination flickering in his eyes. "I am ready, Devin," he declared, his voice steady despite the storm raging within him. "I will face this challenge head-on. I won't falter." Devin's lips curled into a satisfied smirk, his eyes glinting with anticipation. "Good," he replied, his voice filled with a mixture

The pack roared their approval, their howls thunderous and fierce, echoing through the valley like the roar of a storm on the horizon. As the sun climbed higher, casting golden light on the rising warriors, I felt the weight of leadership settle comfortably on my broad shoulders. It was not a burden but a crown forged in fire, resilience, and unbreakable loyalty. I looked toward the distant horizon, where the inevitable clash with Ariel awaited—a test not just of strength but of who we truly were.

According to the badge on his chest, he is on the platinum floor on the fortress's last floor. The name of the second guild is All-Star. Daikun, a master of martial arts, is the leader of the All-Star Guild. He is an expert who selects the position of archer or archer. Daikun is an arrow expert who can rain arrows with just one indicator. This does not attempt to flee the Mingzhu energy combat technique concealed within magic. Daikun is a Grade Three Martial Arts - One-Star Mingzhu cultivator. Daikun led this guild from the platinum floor's final level while wearing a one-star Platinum battle badge.

“Don’t you have training to do?” “It’s not nearly as fun as watching you.” I countered, pouting just a bit. My eyes found the tattoo that started at his shoulder and snaked down his back. A scaled dragon, full of razor-sharp teeth and eyes glistening with intelligence. Its tail was curled around his waist, and ended in a tuft of dangerous points. Atlas’s tattoo seemed much brighter now; definitely brighter than the faded blue it had been in the past. His dragon, it looked as though it were made from ice.

“I don’t think you should give up your meetings. Grayson chuckles. “Well of course you would say that.” Silence follows after my words, no one voicing their support for either more or Grayson. My eyes wander down to the ring on his finger. Myth and legend that used to be spread when I was a young girl suggest without it, he turns into pure evil. That’s not something I feel like exploring. “Well, that’s enough for me,” Ren says lightly. “The meetings stay.” I don’t think there was single person in the room other than Ren who isn’t stunned by his decision. Grayson looks dumbfounded before his expression morphs into amusement. He looks around the table, seeking support.