How To Train Your Endbringer Novels & Stories

I wrestled with the dummy for a while before admitting that I was tired and wanted to rest. He didn’t let me rest for more than two minutes before instructing me tk get up for our next part of the training. For this part of the training, he asked me to see him as an intruder and engage him in a fight. He brought out a piece of paper and a tape. He tore the paper into little pieces and taped them to his joints and asked me to hit those pieces of paper with all that I’ve got. And if I succeed in making him grunt even once, that I’ve won and would be able to take on any foe.

The next three weeks were the most intensive of my life. We restructured everything around teaching Elena control. Maren designed a training protocol that compressed what should have been months of development into concentrated daily sessions. Damien coordinated with the pack to create environments where Elena could practice responding without commanding. I became both mother and teacher, learning to separate nurturing from training even when they overlapped. Elena was six weeks old and looked three months along. She could hold her head up steadily. Could track complex movement patterns. Could make distinct sounds that clearly communicated different needs. And most importantly, she was begin

an hour before my dad gets here, and a few minutes before my training starts. I hear Raz again, "Ok. Mrs. Lambert, your beverage is now gone. It is time we start your training. First, we are going to start with something that is easy. You are going to wake up all the people you awakened without moving or using your voice. Everyone that you awaken forms a bond, a bond that you can use to contact them or they you. Just focus your mind and think of your family and friends and try to push the phrase time to get up, to them."

“I’ll train you. But it has to be careful. Controlled. One step at a time.” He nodded, eyes bright despite the sleep. “I trust you.” And there it was again—trust. That fragile, powerful thing he gave me freely. I didn’t deserve it. Not completely. But I would protect it with everything I had By mid-morning, we were in the training room. My private gym, fortified, quiet, designed for more than just exercise. Adrian stared at the equipment, a mix of curiosity and apprehension. “Start simple,” I said, handing him a pair of weighted gloves. “We’re not jumping into combat yet. I want you to understand movement, balance, awareness.”

"You can train solo or with a partner. You can practice specific skills or face random challenges. You can simulate real missions or create your own scenarios. You can also access your stats, records, and achievements." He pointed at a section of the map that was marked as "Basic Training". "This is where you'll start," he said. "It's designed to teach you the fundamentals of combat and power usage. You'll learn how to punch, kick, block, dodge, grapple, throw, shoot, run, jump, climb, balance, and more. You'll also learn how to control your energy, how to activate your abilities, and how to use them effectively." He looked at me with a serious expression.

"I hate you." He laughed, picking up my stick "Nah, you just hate losing." I glared at him, brushing dirt off my clothes. "I don’t see how this is helping my training." Eden twirled his stick between his fingers. "Because the real training isn’t about what you see. it’s about what you feel." He tapped his temple. "One lesson, if you let your eyes guide you, you’ll always be a step behind." I crossed my arms. "Oh yeah? And what’s the real training then?"

“Wait, are you kidding me?” “Do I look like I’m kidding, Bea?” “It’s her first day!” Bea argued. “This isn’t—” “I’m sorry, are you the trainer or am I?” Indrix interjected. I was already floored by Indrix’s decision. I looked at her, panicked, “Seven’s good. It’ll bring out a lot in you,” “And that’s a good thing?” “If we trigger your fight or flight reflexes, that should be enough,” Indrix answered. She wasn’t going to say anything helpful from this point on, was he?

Marvel Hayes has one rule: never let an alpha control him. As a Pure Omega and the CEO of Hayes Biotech, Marvel has spent his entire life fighting the society that treats omegas as nothing but breeders. He wants nothing to do with child birth so he created a secret serum, designed to permanently destroy his regenerative womb, the key to his freedom and he is close to success when three alphas enter his life.  Crown Prince Alaric wants an heir and will stop at nothing to claim Marvel as his bride. Kai Harrington, the billionaire tycoon and Marvel's biotech rival, wants control and will destroy everything Marvel has built to get it. And Dmitri Moretti, the gentle stranger Marve

Cross stared at me, impassive “Make room in your busy schedule, Princess. I’ll train you. And I'll do it myself, to make sure you actually learn something.” “What?” I blinked, unsure if I’d heard correctly “Train me… For what?” "So that you don't have your delicate neck cut before we both get what we want, I'll teach you how to at least incapacitate an attacker long enough for you to escape and call for help. That will be enough to increase your chances of survival. I’m going to need that brilliant little head of yours to stay exactly where it is, so it can be useful to me. Especially now that you’re showing such an interest in me and my family." he said, dismissively.

He moved like liquid shadow, sidestepping a wild strike by a fraction of an inch, using the momentum of the second boy to throw the third into the dirt, tapping the fourth on the back of his neck with the flat of his wooden dagger before the kid could even turn around. In less than ninety seconds, all five trainees were sprawling in the mud, groaning in defeat, their wooden swords clattering across the stone floor. Evander hadn't taken a single backward step, nor had his breath even quickened. "Brute strength is predictable," Evander spoke, his calm voice echoing off the courtyard walls as he looked down at the defeated boys. "Strategy, momentum, and leveraging your opponent's weight against