How To Train Your Endbringer Novels & Stories

« Your explanation cramps my conversation with you; you should take a formation in teaching. There are two possibilities here, you are joking, or you are trying to joke because I don’t see any other alternative. » « Hahahaha, you are funny. Alright, I don’t want to make you worse, first, try to control your breathing style. Breathe until you don’t have any place for the air then exhale everything. Do it while training, because I want you to be more endurant in a battle, you have great abilities for a human, you are like an unpolished gem that I am trying to work on. » « I knew it, you were joking. So all I need to do is to breathe correctly, right ? »

“You’re a true warrior, Elena. Thank you for your courage.” The training began soon after. Sarah wasted no time with pleasantries. She demonstrated each move herself—how to shift your weight to stay balanced, how to elbow an attacker in the ribs, how to stomp hard on their foot, and how to scream to draw attention. “Never be ashamed to make a fuss!” she shouted, her voice echoing across the field. “Predators rely on silence. Don’t give them that. Scream, fight, and never stop moving!” The women repeated her moves, laughing and cheering as they succeeded. Even the shy ones began shouting louder with each round. The transformation was remarkable—by the end of the first session, exhaustion and

Grabbing Ember’s hand, I entangled our fingers, “Thanks, mom. We’re blessed to have you.” She smiled widely, “I wish you guys would remain together forever.” Ember squeezed my hand, “We will, Luna.” And then, tilting her head, she looked at me. Mixed emotions swirled in her eyes as she smiled slightly and repeated the promise from our claiming ritual, “Till the end of eternity.” I nodded firmly before whispering, “Till the end of eternity.” ----------- Reaching the training grounds, Ember went straight to Ethan. Being the best trainer and warrior, she had convinced him to train her and teach her all the tactics.

Caleb said, addressing the class again, "is why you train your mind, not just your muscles. A strong fighter is useless if they’re an open book." He turned back to me, tilting his head slightly, studying me like I was some bug under glass. "Let’s drive the lesson home, shall we?" I tensed. "You," he said, pointing to a guy in the second row. "Command him." The guy grinned like he’d just been handed a free shot at humiliation. He leaned forward in his seat. "Touch your toes!" he barked. My body dropped instantly, folding down like a puppet with its strings pulled. I barely had time to think, let alone resist. My fingers brushed the tops of my boots and the whole room erupted in jeers and whis

She cynically congratulated herself on this feat. The object of her desire crossed her arms over her chest and an annoyed look came on his face. Great, that was exactly what she wanted to achieve. The only thing missing was that he rolled his eyes. And yet he looked so incredibly delicious that she would have loved to lick the golden, shiny skin on his neck. It would definitely taste salty, after training and ... “The physical strength of elevenders must be trained just like those of people. Everything is fine with your genes. The potential is there, you've just never used it. And if you weren't so busy with other things, maybe you could concentrate on doing that now. "

The air was thick with the scent of determination and the promise of newfound strength. "Focus, Jack. Your form needs improvement," Beta Brent instructed, his voice carrying the weight of experience. Jack, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, nodded and adjusted his stance. The morning dew on the grass beneath their feet added an element of challenge, making their training more demanding. The hours passed in a blur as they moved from one exercise to another. Beta Brent, ever the vigilant teacher, observed Jack's every move, offering guidance and corrections. The repetitive motions began to etch a rhythm into their routine, the cadence of their training a reflection of the delicate balance

I looked at him surprised as he led me out of the kitchen and into the back patio area. “Training? Ok, what does that entail exactly?” I asked with a shaky breath. “Nothing exciting and strenuous, I promise. For now, it will be meditation. Making sure you can reach the smoke room as you called it, at will. Making sure you can call on your wings and connect with that side of you. With meditation and training, it will become second nature, like breathing. It’s going to be difficult. But you’re the girl that runs into burning buildings. You can handle this.” Ezra said as he moved the patio furniture out of the way and got me to sit crossed-legged on the floor and he sat across from me.

King Harvey stares at me strongly and studies my disappointment, then wordlessly flicks three fingers as Beta Tom rushes over. “Beta, Elena’s training plan will be as follows: she will do her running, then I will train her in hand-to-hand combat with three pounds weights.” “King Harvey, I-!” “Later, Elena. Look. I will show you how to resist powerful enemies when you are wounded. As I have said, you must use the strength of your core.” King Harvey grabs my waist and lets me punch him as hard as I can. My face burns red, we are body to body with his hand rubbing my sides, making me tremble.

"Are you seriously taking him in? HIM? look how weak he is, and he didn't even pass the simple trial!" He was giving Adeline a 'bitter than gall' look as he said each word. "You know you seriously don't have to talk, Igor," Madden faced him. "Oh?" Igor scoffed. "I am the head trainer here, and this is my ground. On my grounds, you follow my words, my rules!" Madden spat authoritatively, his eyes lit. Igor went silent, and Madden smiled—that poisonous one. "You have the full authority at the clinic, and you don't see me complaining. Push yourself off my business." he stated.

"You did this to me. I have been questioning where I went wrong since you decided to do that to me.I have been thinking of how hard it was for you to love me. How disgusted you must have felt every time I held you. Whenever I told you I love you, whenever..." His voice caught in his throat and he released her, his feet wobbling a bit. "Let's just train. I can't be weak." "Evander, I didn't mean it that way. I.." "Let's train, Bella." His voice was very close to the way it was that day. "Okay. Stand straight. Level your eyes, to your opponent's. Don't show fear. You're bigger. This is psychological preparation for a fight. Never give in. Never turn back. Never back down."