Novel & Cerita Gardevoir X Trainer Fanfic

We would train together all day at the palace gym house. My father was a skilled fighter. Not just as a wolf, but also in human form too. So he taught me a lot about martial arts. Thanks to all his lessons, I was able to defeat those thugs that had attacked Rissa and Lily. Normally I would have opted for us to run away and avoid any physical confrontations, but then I overheard what they said to Rissa, and I understood what they were planning to do with them, and my intentions changed. I combined the leftover rage I had for those bounty hunters that raped Rissa, with the one that I felt for those thugs---

"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.

He would not budge from this decision if it meant keeping her alive and safe. “It’s just until we say you are ready, until you can defend yourself,” Griffon pipes up, hoping to ease the sour expression on her face. “I will be your Vigil warrior, basically your protector,” “More like my watchdog,” she spat stubbornly. “I suppose that’s true, but for now I am your trainer, and you will do as I say.” “Fine, when do we start?” “Right now, now run,”

A slow smirk leaves my lips. “Ridiculous. She has no reason to be.” “What did you say to her, Darling?” Rhience asks me through mind-link, eating his food like he isn’t communicating with me. “I just gave her a…friendly advice.” The next day. Mona and Garett are training a bunch of warriors when I and Gloria get to the training grounds. I see Nala fighting another warrior and I have to give it to her. She is really, really good. Mona sees us and waves at us to come over to where she is.

I threw my hands onto his mouth to stop him from ranting more. He brought my hand down and said with an assuring smile, “Rest assured Kaerlia, I am your guardian and the secret of your lovemaking is safe with me.” I wished the ground would erupt and swallow me whole. He then gently lifted me up and guided me to the fountain he had created, “This training isn't combat, you are already exceptional at it, our training from now on will be directed to strengthen your powers so do not fret, we won't be doing much of leg movements.”

“I’ll kill you if you lay a finger on my mate.” I agree with his statement, and I hang up the phone not waiting for her response. I toss my phone on the bed and get my day started. Starting with training. I head over to the training area, and I must say, I love it. They have a better training area than us. That’s not surprising though they are the strongest pack. “Hey man, how was last night with Gianna? Did you mark her? I don’t see a mark on you.” Trigger asks.

Like a skipped heartbeat. Nathaniel felt it too. He straightened slightly, unsettled by the unfamiliar pull in his chest. He didn’t believe in instant connections. He believed in science. Control. Boundaries. “This is Iris Moore,” the administrator introduced. “Your new trainee.” Nathaniel studied her briefly. Too briefly. Her eyes were expressive, intelligent, guarded. Not the kind of eyes you forgot easily. “Follow me,” he said. Training began immediately. He showed her how to read ECG strips, pointing out arrhythmias, explaining heart murmurs, guiding her hands as she listened to a patient’s chest with a stethoscope. His voice was calm, steady, dangerously close.

And that scares me, what does she want? “You didn’t sleep well last night, you were tossing and turning all night,” Logan said and I just shrugged. “Can we start with my training?” I asked him and he nodded. I got changed and we went outside and he started training me. He is a slave driver for certain, his training is even more brutal than Taylor’s training, When I was done training I took a quick shower and headed straight to the library. I need to understand how an earth can the mate bond reject someone.

Iris The next morning, Garrett finds me in the training yard. "Ready?" he asks, and the smile on his face makes my heart skip. "For what?" "I'm teaching you today." His eyes glitter with mischief. "Advanced combat. No holding back." The prospect thrills me more than it should. "And in return?" "In return, you show me that shield magic you used against the wraiths. The technique I can't remember seeing." It's a fair trade. And more than that—it's trust. Him acknowledging that I have skills to teach, that there's value in what I can do.

“Not that interesting. Born and raised in Shadowfang. Trained to be a warrior since I could walk. Grew up under a father who believed emotions were weakness. You know, typical childhood trauma.” I gave him a mock pity look. “So tragic.” “Right?” he said, hand to chest. “Someone should write a story about me.” We burst into laughter again, and for a moment, it was just us—no kingdoms, no power struggles, no titles or tasks or cruelty. Just two people stealing time, like it belonged to us. At some point, Garrick got up to mimic the head cook, putting on a terrible high-pitched voice and scolding me for “messing up her perfect spice rack.” I was crying with laughter by the time he started mimin