Eevee Trainer Novels & Stories

“Your core is stubborn. I know because I’ve trained your father. It will not bend or listen even with the most skilled of a teacher like I am. That goes to the many teachers you will go through. If I am not the one who is supposed to train you then it won’t mean a whole much.” “Does that mean you won’t teach me?” “I will try and gauge you for a week if I really am the best one for you. If not, then I will have to leave it to someone else.” Evy should have known it wouldn’t be that easy. “Then I’ll take all that I can.” “Good to see you motivated.” While he continues to laugh heartily again. Coupled with his big plushy dog of sharp teeth and claws, the howling made tandem with him and made a

"We've had a clinic but no one to run it for a while. A while back, Elias used to run it. But now, he spends most of his time at the hospital." "So, where do you work?" I took a bite of my chicken sandwich, awaiting her answer. Eve smirked. "I'm a trainer for the Diamond Pack." I nodded. "Oh! Then you know the guy I treated today! The one who broke his arm." Eve narrowed her eyes. "Which guy? No one broke their arm today during practice. At least, not that I know of." "Yeah, his name was Deven Craig," I replied, taking a sip of my soda.

Eva found herself squinting against the harshness of the buttery sunlight before bolting as the head trainer blew the whistle. "Must be your best time yet." The trainer spoke as Eva collapsed into the grass, panting. "Thanks." Eva managed, closing her eyes against the sting of salt in them. The sound of the trainer greeting Daniel by his title had Eva groaning. Opening one eye, Eva turned her head to watch the boots of the trainer walk out of view before they were replaced by a different pair of boots. "Go away, I look gross." Eva complained, hand coming to cover eyes.

Hearing his voice automatically formed a smile on my face. "Sure? Did he treat you well?" he inquired, confused at my response. "Yup. Jay Jay treated me very well," I lied bluntly. After all, he didn't know that I used to run away from the training. "That name is getting weirder with every passing day," Vexon commented. "No. Calling him only Jay sounds weird, doesn't it? So Jay Jay sounds cuter," I reasoned out. He sighed through the phone. "Why do I think I should give you a female trainer? No... actually, I think I'll do that."

Evie stood alone in the center, sweat glistening on her forehead as she practiced forming shields of flame. I watched as she repeated the process so many times that I lost count. Each attempt lasted a little longer than the last. Scanning the area, I noticed that Elder Mara was nowhere in sight. She was training even after everyone else had gone to bed. All for Tommy. I liked that she wasn’t doing it to impress anyone but to protect her child. I watched silently until one of the shields collapsed, and Evie let out a frustrated sigh. “You’ve been standing there for five minutes.”

Lady Everly and the female trainers exchange pleasantries before she takes her leave. “Now, shall we begin” One of the trainers with blonde hair packed in a bun command, with her hands behind her. “My name is instructor Anna. These are my colleagues; Haylee, Mavis, Zoey and Joye. Now, we’re supposed to be individually assigned to you but we’ve decided to assess your skills collectively for a start. Afterwards, the instructor who believes she can polish your skills would choose you and there, your real training begins. Is that understood?”

Damian said, relief evident in his voice. "But," Eve continued, pointing a finger at each of them, "you need to stop being weird about him training me. He's teaching me things I need to know to survive. Things about my powers, my heritage, Court politics. I need that knowledge, and I need it from someone who actually understands the Seraphim world." "We can be present during training," Damian said. It wasn't quite a question, more a statement of fact. "You can observe," Eve agreed. "But you can't interfere. No hovering, no questioning every technique, no growling when he has to physically adjust my form to demonstrate something."

Heath sat at his desk thoughtfully. He rotated his chair to face the wall behind him. Pushing the red button on the remote control in his left hand, he turned on the fifty- two inch, flat screen monitor, which hung on the wall behind him. It quickly went through it's voice guided starting options. He chose the source button on the thin black remote. "Source selection Open HDMI1-MHL," echoed through the large open space. "Source selection close HDMI1-MHL," the electronic voice announced. Suddenly, Faidh's sleeping image appeared on the screen. The blank expression on Heath's face quickly changed to tenderness. This WAS his Eve. She just HAD to be!

His sandy brown hair fell into his eyes as he clapped a trainee on the back, his laughter carrying across the field. “Let me guess,” I said as I approached. “You’re the one in charge here?” He turned, his piercing green eyes landing on me, and his grin widened. “Guilty as charged. Adam, head trainer. And you must be Luna Ayla.” I tried not to blush at the way he said my name, like it was a secret he was letting me in on. “That’s me,” I said, crossing my arms. “Think you can teach me a thing or two?”

They took it as a joke, while Eve continued muttering under her breath. “Alright, let’s go. Get ready. We’re starting training,” Kyle said, standing up and clapping his hands. “Chop-chop!” “You’re not training, Eve?” Nick asked. Eve shook her head. “I’m training to be a commentator. Every match needs one of those, right?” Belle carried her backpack into the locker room, leaving Eve chatting with the others. Inside, Belle nearly bumped into Anthony as he was coming out. He stopped her by the shoulder.