Dbz Training Novels & Stories

For nineteen years, I believed I was just a fragile human adopted by a werewolf pack. I kept my head down, learned to fight, and prayed I could survive three years at Viremont Academy, the brutal training ground for the supernatural elite. But the day I arrived, I broke their world. When I touched the ancient ranking crystal, it didn’t just reject me. It shattered. And the system flashed a single, terrifying word: UNKNOWN. Suddenly, I’m the obsession of the four most dangerous heirs in the academy. Darian, my fiercely possessive childhood werewolf friend who now looks at me with a dark new hunger. Zayden, a ruthless dragon prince whose royal blood instinctively bows to my presence. Lucius, a morally grey warlock holding all the forbidden secrets. And Jarek, an untamed saber-tooth shifter driven by a terrifying, primal need to claim me. They despise each other. They refuse to share. But they are inexplicably, dangerously drawn to me. They think I’m just a glitch in the system. A mystery to be unraveled or a prize to be won. But there’s a reason my blood makes their ancient magic sing. There’s a reason the shadows in this academy are watching my every move. I am not human. I am not a wolf. I’m something much older, and much deadlier. They say the magic sealed inside me will either unite this world or burn it to the ground. If these four lethal men don't stop fighting over me... I might just let it burn.

“Valerie.” My head snapped up at the sound of my name. The Alpha was standing by the sofa, unbuttoning the neck of his coat. “Come,” he said. “We don’t have much time.” Much time? For what? A chill moved up my arms. I wouldn’t dare ask—not that I needed to. I was not an innocent child anymore. All of my training had been for this moment. There was only one reason why werewolves purchased young, human virgins. Sex. I was a slave. A pet. And my master could do whatever he pleased with me. _________ When the war started. They fought. They slaughtered. We were nearly wiped out on the earth. Surviving humans were classified into three categories: free humans, Servants, and Slaves. My name is Valerie Davis. My parents were accused of committing a crime against the creatures in the war. After their execution, I was captured and sent to the cell as a human slave. I lived in that cell for years before I was transported to a Slave Shop, where I would be picked by a Master. It was during the dry season when I was put in the display box. I wasn't afraid like the other girls, because I was unwanted for my weirdness. I was despised for being the criminals’ daughter. I was lucky, as the masters wouldn’t want to lay a finger on me. But then the Alpha came. When he looked at me, he said he want me. ___________________________ Daily Update!

Mia Price, the most beautiful Alpha in the werewolf training camp, said she'd never seen an Omega lose control. So my Alpha childhood friend, Knox Kelly, and a few of his Beta buddies decided to inject me with a rage-inducing serum. Now I was chained to a stone pillar in the middle of the camp square with silver links, the metal burning into my skin. Wolves passed by, jeering. Some threw punches. Others spat. They laughed, saying even an Omega in a frenzy was still weak. For two solid hours, I was humiliated in front of everyone. The silver chains drained every ounce of strength from my body. I could barely stand. Knox just grinned, shrugging it off. "Mia said she wanted to see what an Omega frenzy looks like. It was just a joke, right?" He tilted his head, all fake innocence. "You're not actually mad, are you? We've known each other for so long. You know me. It was just a joke." I stared at him—and the others—in silence. So this was what my dignity was worth to him. Something to be thrown away for a laugh, to impress someone else. After that day, I went back to my Pack. And I awakened a powerful healing ability. But Knox? He lost it. His voice shook through the phone, barely sounding like an Alpha at all. "We said we'd be together forever. So why—why did you leave?"

The Falcon Ridge Series Book 2 Six months after the battle with Torrents army, Caledons Security Unit decided to open a training camp for young adults from all the Alliance packs. Sarah Reynolds: I live in Black Lake. A tiny town that sits on the southern border of Falcon Ridge. After the Dragons attacked, my parents became worried they would attack again so they signed us up for the Caledon Boot Camp. I'm what you consider a problem child. I tend to get into trouble a lot. I don't want to go to this stupid camp and I'll make them wish they never laid eyes on me. Jayson Duke: I joined the Unit four years ago. I worked hard to get to where I am. Operations Leader was my dream job. That is until they gave it to River Blake. Now I'm told I have to go to Caledon to train their recruits. These aren't soldiers, they're kids. I don't train kids. I'm already angry that I have to be here, but it's made worse when I find out the Terror of Black Lake is here. Here to make my job hell. She's been all kinds of trouble for my pack in Black Lake and I'll be damned if she thinks she can make trouble for me here.

TAEYANG SHIN I was never meant to come here. The Alpha Court Academy is a place for heirs, leaders – not broken things like me. I keep my head down, lock my wolf away, and pretend I don’t feel the pull of fate tightening around my throat. Then I meet Ronan Blackwood. The connection is instant, undeniable… and I know what it means. But instead of claiming me, Ronan hates me. Bullies me. And yet, even when his words cut, his eyes burn. I wasn’t looking for a mate. Especially not one destined to ruin me. RONAN BLACKWOOD I’ve spent my life training to inherit a title I never asked for. Son of a dying Alpha. Heir to a bloodline soaked in expectation and control. I don’t have time for distractions – especially not a delicate, sharp-tongued outsider like Tae Yang Shin. The moment I see him, something inside me twists. A dangerous, primal instinct I refuse to name. I push him away, torment him, but the bond coils tighter with every cruel word. I can’t want him. Can’t need him. But fate is cruel — and it’s about to take away our choice. In a world where bonds mean power, desire is weakness, and fate never asks for permission… two souls on opposite sides of pain and pride are bound to collide.

Brianna Hayes is an innocent, nineteen-year-old virgin who is desperately running out of time—and money—to save her dying brother. After being wrongfully fired from her job as a maid, she makes a reckless, desperate choice: she puts on a mask and takes the stage at The Obsidian Room, the most exclusive and forbidden underground club in the city. Alexander Thorne is a ruthless, thirty-three-year-old billionaire CEO. Cold, widowed, and consumed by darkness, his only escape is commanding the VIP lounge, bending women to his absolute will. The exact moment his eyes lock onto the fragile, trembling new dancer, a twisted obsession is born. He claims her innocent body in the shadows, completely blind to her true identity. But the real game begins when morning comes. In need of a new live-in maid, Alexander hires Brianna. By day, she cleans his luxury mansion on her knees, acting as his sweet, obedient servant. By night, she begs in his bed, serving as his perfect submissive plaything. Alexander demands total control. He vows to break her innocence, training her to crawl, obey, and become his private little pet. How long can a virgin hide her secret when her master is a billionaire obsessed with her complete submission? (A pitch-black, high-spice dark romance featuring age gap, billionaire dominance, BDSM, forced submission, and explicit erotica).

Alpha Elijah Yellowstone, True Alpha of the Yellowstone Pack, had already come to accept that he would not meet his mate - not in this lifetime, or the next. And it was something that he understood. After all, he had more than his fair share of she-wolves to choose from. There was nothing that he was missing out on. The fact that he did not already have a few pups running around, was a miracle in itself. His pack was not the best - but it was not the worst, either. He had treaties with almost every pack that surrounded him, leaving the only threat to be Rogues. His worries were few and far in between. But of course, all of that changed when he welcomed his new Beta into his pack. He had known, since the beginning, that the Beta had two children. A daughter, in her final year of training, and a son, who was barely old enough to ride a bicycle. Can you imagine the shock that he gets when he realizes that his Beta's daughter is his mate? She is nothing more than a glorified child, and Elijah knows that. And despite the fact that he knew that it was improper for a mating like this to happen, Alpha Elijah finds himself incapable of rejecting his mate - but even so, he refuses to accept her. She is too young, too weak, and he would be signing her up for more trouble than he was worth. Or so he thought...

I suffered miscarriage when I protected my mate Blake, Alpha of the Storm Pack, from the rogue wolf attack. But I accidentally overheard Blake speaking to our pack healer: "When you heal Luna, find an opportunity to remove her uterus. Make sure she can never get pregnant again." Then a she-wolf took a three-year-old boy into the room and Blake lifted the boy up with pride, instructing the healer: "Create the best training and nutrition plan for my son. I want him to be strong enough to become the heir to the Storm Pack." I recognized this woman. She was Chloe, an Omega who had joined our pack four years ago. And that child—with Blake's eyes and Chloe's smile—was unmistakably their son. I listened as Blake continued to firmly remind the healer: "Also, use the best healing herb——Moonbloom herb to treat Luna. Make sure Luna recovers properly. Don't worry about the treatment costs, I will pay for it personally." The healer looked at Blake in surprise. There is only one Moonbloom herb in the whole pack, and it will cost at least 10 million US dollars. My heart trembled. I never imagined the man who claimed to love me more than life itself would betray me like this. But when I severed our mate bond make way for their love story, the Alpha went crazy.

The year the Rossi famiglia falls, my personal Underboss, Lorenzo Santoro, rises to power—becoming the Don and seizing control of the underworld. Once, I was the untouchable Principessa. He was the Soldato, ready to die for me at a moment's notice. For something as trivial as a paper cut on my finger, he would drop to his knees with red-rimmed eyes, blowing on it for half an hour. Now, to earn a smile from his new flame, Elena Marino, he forces me to sign a contract and makes me his live target. He watches with indifference as I am battered and bloodied under a hail of bullets. During a blast-resistance test, shattered glass slices the corner of my eye, but Lorenzo merely looks on. "The once-delicate Principessa Rossi can't even handle a little pain?" During attack-dog training, I am bitten to the bone, yet he shields a trembling Elena instead. "Animals don't know any better. Why are you holding a grudge against a dog?" Then comes the real kidnapping. To save Elena, who is desperate to become Donna, he personally cuts off my escape. "This is just a drill, Isabella," he scoffs. "Stop acting like it's real." On the surveillance monitors, flames engulf me as I take my final breath. A bloodstained termination contract is delivered to him. "Don Santoro, I return the life I owe you." Only then does the man who believes he rules the world finally lose his mind.

After following my grandfather abroad for five years of training, he finally entrusted me with the family authority—something he had given me with complete satisfaction. But my stepmother and my three younger stepbrothers were anything but pleased. Ever since I returned home, they had been blasting those ridiculous "real heiress versus fake heiress" dramas throughout the house, day after day. Sometimes openly, sometimes in veiled remarks, they hinted that I didn't resemble my father at all. On the day of my twentieth birthday—my official debut before the public—they even brought in a complete stranger and tried to brand me as the impostor. My stepmother looked at me, the corner of her lips curling in disdain. "Where did this counterfeit come from? Even if you're wearing a stolen gown, you can't hide that cheap, shabby air about you." My three younger stepbrothers shoved me to the ground, shielding the girl beside them—the one wearing my family's heirloom necklace. "We only have one sister, and that's Camellia! Wherever you came from, go back there!" In an instant, the guests' mocking gazes all converged on me. And in the very next second, I stepped forward and slapped my stepmother across the face. "If anyone should be leaving, it's you. Take a good look at what this is!" Then, the moment they saw what I was holding in my hand, the entire room fell into stunned silence.