Hoenn Trainer Novels & Stories

“Ronan sees a helpless human. So show him a warrior. I can teach you.” I stared at him, my mind reeling. The offer was so unexpected but oddly interesting. This man or wolf was so starkly different from anyone I'd encountered here. It wasn’t Finn’s flirtatious kindness or Ronan’s brutal rejection. It was a challenge. A lifeline made of grit, not sympathy. “Who are you?” I finally managed to ask. A ghost of a smile touched his lips. “Bastien. I train the pack’s warriors.” A trainer. A warrior. He was offering me the one thing Ronan claimed I could never have. The means to fight back.

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.

My breath caught as one man went down. A whistle cut the air. I noticed the trainer then. Mid-twenties, sun-bronzed skin, short curls. A whistle hung from his neck. He crouched to correct their stance, then looked up and caught me staring. Heat crawled to my face. I shifted closer to Vivian. He crossed the mat with easy confidence. “This Mabel?” His eyes stayed on me, warm but sharp. “Yes.” Vivian’s voice was cheerful. “Mabel, meet Ronan. Sports management degree, personal trainer. Trav cleared you for exercise as long as someone supervises. He’s your guy.”

My maid and guard are resuming next week because they have to learn their duties and things they are to do and not do. “Your majesties,” he greets, his voice deep. He is definitely a demon. He is very tall. Towering over me, he has a bald head and his left arm is filled with tattoos. He is wearing a black baggy trouser with a black converse and those biceps are bigger than my head. Is Asher sure this is my trainer? He is going to whoop my ass. He is so buff and looks so scary, with the scar trailing from under his eye to his lips. Not scared of him because of the scar, but because of how big he is. “This is Lillian and Lillian, this is Mike, your trainer,” he said. I turned to him, shocked.

"Why would a scoundrel like this get to be an Airburst candidate? Say you're sorry now!!" The purple-haired girl yelled and took another step closer to Angus. "Bring it on, arrogant clerk." Angus provoked Ravyn. But at that moment, the huge deep voice of a perfectly plump man who clearly weighed over a hundred kilograms stopped them. "Everybody freezes!" Everyone in the hall ceased their movement when the AB Trainer, who had gone to the bathroom less than a minute ago, returned. He is an ex-Airburst who was sent from the Headquarters to take care of trainees from this project specifically. After asking about the situation from the Assistant from the Personnel Department and some of the train

There was still so much she had to learn if she wanted to stay safe and while she should have probably been an absolute mess mentally, with the ideas of demons and angels—something felt right. “We’re going to start training you tonight.” Serenity looked up from the book and blinked at the blond opposite her. “We? Am I meeting Thorne—” “No. You aren’t. There is someone else coming to help.” Noah was typing on his phone, and he didn’t look up at her. “His name is Patrick. He’s an old hand at training Skin Writers.” “You make me sound like a dog.”

“I have another gift for you too. I just found out who should be your trainer for body type power.” Huntress spoke to Mia. “Who is it?” Mia knew that Huntress’s expectations were extremely high when it came to her. Her guidelines for a trainer would be similarly high. Just who managed to pass her test. Huntress simply smiled at raised her hands towards a nearby door. When Mia looked at it, a figure emerged. It was none other than Nathan. “He is my coach.” Mia was shocked. It was none other than the guild master of Kaiser who arrived here.

Like a beacon of the Moon Goddess illuminated me and sent me into a frenzy of strength and agility. So learning that my first meeting with my new trainer was at nightime excited me. I was thrilled at the idea of exploring myself and enhancing my abilities, to become a stronger and better version of myself. "You must be Elsie Luttrell," the trainer eyed me up and down "Theo told me you would be joining us," she paused "My name is Echo and I'm your Warrior trainer," My heart began to race in my chest, Echo was a symbol of power standing before me. Tall in stature and her form muscled. Her long hair curled as it cascaded over her shoulders, and I watched hypnotically as she tied it back out of

“I have completed it in stages, but never all at once. I got really close today, so hopefully next time I will nail it. Out of all of us, Tobias is the only one who’s completed it in one go more than once, Aiden managed it for the first time a couple of weeks ago.” Weirdly, that makes me happy. “Well, if you need training tips, just let me know.” I smirk, only half-joking. He grins. “I might take you up on that.” A thought crosses my mind about Alice and Lottie’s questionable trainer. “Hey, do you know anything about the guy who trains Alice and Lottie?” Jasper looks confused. “Joey? Yeah, he is a good guy and a solid trainer. He worked his way up the warrior ranks and got appointed by Baxte

He sent me to his trainer, Kaito Harada, instead. Mr. Harada turned out to be a polite gentleman in his late fifties. At our first meeting, he showed up wearing an elegant gray suit, which efficiently covered the fact that he had been honed to become a killing machine. We talked over coffee, and he warned me that the training would be hard and sometimes painful. I decided to trust him. I foolishly thought then that, after surviving Kenneth's attack, I could endure his training with ease. Well, he proved me wrong.