Hoenn Trainer Novels & Stories

Then, arm in arm, we made our way to the training centre. Long tables were set up to accommodate all twenty of us recruits, another table in the front seated Beta Harris and another man who I could only presume was Jaydon. He was a lot younger than I had thought he would be, probably only in his mid-thirties. Jaydon's hair was completely shaved off, adding to the series of tattoos which spread down his ebony arms and up his neck to create the ultimate picture of danger. He looks mean. "Good evening recruits." Beta Harris welcomes us as we all sit down. "Welcome to our first debriefing. I would like to formally introduce Jaydon, one of Dark Moon's most experienced warriors and your trainer fo

“Beast, fool — both sound dangerously charming to me.” The trainer rolled his eyes. “You talk too much.” “I win too much too,” Fenrak countered, dodging a jab with inhuman speed, landing a right hook that made the trainer stumble back. He didn’t even hide his grin as a few people watching from the sidelines clapped. “See? The beast knows his rhythm.” “Yeah, yeah.” The trainer took off his gloves, laughing. “Save your charm for Saturday, champ. Don’t scare away the sponsors with your god-complex.”

She passed him a triumphant smirk, but it faded away by his next words. "I'm your trainer starting today." His voice had darkened, becoming shadowy and rich with dominance. "Says who?" "Hunter." Angela's lips sealed in a thin line as she glared at him. "I'd rather train with anyone but you." "Talk to your brother then. You're wasting my time. Either take your position or get lost." He said as Nolan and Kevin stepped out of the sparring circle.

I'd laughed so hard at his code name when he told me earlier. "I don't know if I should," I hesitated. "It's okay, Luna. It's nothing much. Just try to tackle me down. You don't have to win, I just want to know how trained you are," "I have zero training on something like this," "Come on, you might have it in you," I still hesitated. "Maybe she would prefer to train with the female warriors. She's new to all these," The level one trainer looked around and clicked his tongue.

We don’t have an opponent so yeah That’s unnecessary but well in case of emergency I guess. “I’m Shekina and I will be your training master.” she bowed to us all at once. I like her as my trainer I give you that. But my father wants me to change every year. He said that I might get attached to them so we need to change every fucking year and it’s tiresome.

“Uncle, what’s this about a gift?” “Wait for it,” Han said, grinning. A man stepped in, mid-forties, built like a tank, lean and sharp. “This is Fin. He’s the top trainer for champions. Starting tomorrow. He’ll teach you both more than I ever could. Oh, and weapons, knives, guns, rifles.” Andy raised an eyebrow. “Is this really necessary?” Amelia, meanwhile, practically tackled Han. “Uncle, this is incredible!” She turned to Fin, flashing a smile. “Nice to meet you.”

“Let's begin, shall we?” The royal training ground was bathed in the soft light of dawn, a tranquil backdrop for what was about to unfold. Kaerlia stood at one end, her heart pounding with anticipation, while Visanyos, the guardian angel and master trainer, hovered nearby with ethereal grace. Visanyos's presence was imposing yet serene. His blue hair reflected the first rays of sunlight, and his piercing eyes bore the wisdom of centuries. Today, he was here to unlock the full potential of Kaerlia's powers and teach her the art of combat.

The man announced. I nodded. ‘Yeah yeah….’ The werewolves could go out for the training. I was neither werewolf nor human. I wanted to laugh at that. Evans seemed to have a lighter mood at the thought of having a raining. “Our trainer is no one but the gracious Brenda Arnault.” The voice said, sounding excited. Wait…what! Brenda! What the heck is going on here? I grumbled, lifted myself off the bed and opened the door. As soon as I popped out of the room, the door opposite mine opened. Breda emerged from the room. She had her hair woven backwards in two plaits that barely touched her shoulders.

She was pressed close to him like she was part of his shadow—her hand on his arm, her head leaning on his shoulder. I was really having more than I bargained for in Silverfangs. Because, what the hell? How could every step I fucking take be tangled with this brat? The look on Riven’s face when he saw me… almost made me burst into laughter, but I couldn’t laugh. I wouldn’t dare to laugh because I was observing my own share of the shock. This was about to be very, very interesting. "Oh… there he is," the trainer said with a smile. He was an older man.

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.”