Galar Trainer Novels & Stories

Now, in the fifth month, I had grown used to the silence he left behind. The only constant in this pack… was him. My father-in-law, Ralor. He hadn’t left, not once, and he watched me. “Again.” My body hit the ground harder this time, sand scraping against my skin as a groan slipped past my lips. “Your stance is weak,” my trainer snapped. “If this were real, you’d already be dead.” I pushed myself up, brushing dirt from my arms, jaw tightening. “Then teach me better.”

“You grew up here. You know every way in.” “I know three,” I said. “There’s a fourth. Gareth showed me when I was seventeen. Not on any map, they built it before the current Elder hall, and no one ever updated the records.” I hesitated. “I don’t think Coran knows about it.” He went quiet. “Gareth,” he said. “My trainer.” “The one who gave you your title, and the blade.” “Yeah.” “He still in the pack?” I thought of Gareth, his sure hands, that restless look the last night I saw him. The way he’d quietly gathered everything I’d need and handed it to me, efficient, like he’d been preparing for this for ages. “Yes,” I said. “Unless something’s happened.”

“But to give you the short detail, I shifted.” “Oh no, you don’t get to hide all the juicy details,” Mika said, shaking her head, “but I will grant you a free card right now, but you have to fill me up with the details before I leave.” I nodded. “So, you’re training now?” Mika asked as she looked at the training building more closely, and then her eyes fell to the moonlight warriors. “Yes,” I replied, following her eyes. “Kathy is my trainer.” I pointed at the tall, beautiful woman who was speaking with Dave. I walked closer to her. She turned to face us just in time for me to reach her.

His jaw tightened, but he turned to the officers. In a deep voice, he started. “I’m Marcus Kane, Sophia’s husband. Yes, I’m Bella’s private trainer. Ryan signed me up for her fitness program. We do sessions either at my place or here at their house sometimes. It depends on schedules. Private because Bella prefers it that way, as she mentioned. Less distractions.”

I do appreciate it even if it’s coming from people who are meant to be my enemies. Kael’s deep voice cut through the laughter. “There’s something you should know, Donika.” My fork froze halfway to my mouth. His eyes locked on mine, unwavering. “Starting today, you’ll train with the gammas.” The words hit me like a physical blow. “Train?” I repeated. “Yes,” he said firmly. “You’ll be assigned a personal trainer, and I’ll have Ronan work with you occasionally as well.” “Kael—” his mother’s voice was sharp, cutting through his command. “Absolutely not. Donika is barely healed. She has no wolf and absolutely no defenses. You want to throw her into the pit with seasoned fighters? She could be ser

"Okay, okay. I mean, is it wrong I don't want other wolves to see you dressed so fucking hot?" Laughing, I walked up to him. "Don't worry, you're the only one for me," Leaning up on my tiptoes, I pecked his cheek before whispering against his lips. "Knight," Silver jumped into his eyes and his lips split in surprise, my laughter trailing behind me as I turned around quickly and went back inside the closet. * "We definitely need to work on your upper body strength," My trainer, who was promoted not even a year ago to teach the incoming grunts, was named Arrow Flynn; he was about six foot, sandy colored skin tone that was perfectly paired with chocolate curls which kissed his thick eyebrows.

Evelyn replied, her voice neutral. “If you ever want to learn to ride, I give private lessons.” He winked. “I guarantee it would be an… unforgettable experience.” I took a step forward. “She already has someone to teach her.” I replied, my voice a contained growl. “And you already have enough students. Don’t you, Trainer?” My eyes flashed. Just a spark. Just enough. The trainer stepped back two paces, stammered something about “other commitments” and disappeared. “Were you going to kill him?” Evelyn looked at me, arms crossed.

He knew that Trainer Eamon was right; he couldn't linger indefinitely. Eamon's expression softened, and he added, "Danial, I'll give you one chance to choose a technique from this library. Once you make your decision, you must commit to it. After that, you won't be able to access the library again until you've reached the appropriate cultivation level. It's a crucial step in your journey as a cultivator." Danial appreciated Eamon's generosity and knew he couldn't squander this opportunity. With a determined nod, he said, "Thank you, Trainer Eamon. I'll make my decision soon and choose a path to follow."

"Serena, this is Calvin," Isolde said, pointing to a tall, strong man standing in the middle of the lower training yard. The morning sun was barely coming up over the high stone walls. The yard was cool and filled with grey shadows. Serena stood shivering a little in her thick training trousers and shirt. Calvin was dressed in dark leather, and he carried a bag over his shoulder. He did not belong to the Voss Pack but he was a trusted trainer from Isolde’s old home, the Crowe Pack, brought in secretly to help Serena. Thanks to the influence of Isolde.

There he was in his full glory, standing tall at 6'5", bulky and muscular. His dark brown hair, cut short and a week-old stubble making him look stunning. Wearing military pants with a plain white Tshirt, he was standing with his hands held back. After we settled in our position, with me standing behind Michelle in second row, second place, he spoke again. "Good morning everyone, my name is Viktor Kent, head Warrior of your pack. I will be your trainer" He was looking at every one of us while instructing us. "In my absence, Kiara here will be your trainer" he said that placing a hand on the shoulders of the girl standing next to him "I don't like that, take off that hand" Ara growled irritat