How To Train Your Endbringer Novels & Stories

Ryan asked rubbing the lump on his head. “I think it’s the perfect time to train, she needs to learn to use her emotions to help her. Anger can make people mess up. She needs to learn to use the anger to help her” Grant sat me down in a chair they had placed in the centre of the room and tied me up “I want you to get out of this and then attack me. I want to see what skills you have before I start to teach you how to fight”

“It's not that I don't want you to be my trainer. I just feel that it will make your employees talk. What kind of billionaire brings himself to the level of a trainer?” “Me, Mason Brown can do that. Elena you should know this, If it is to protect you, I don't mind being a beggar to do so. Just relax. That's the only thing I want you to do.” “So you're hell bent on become my trainer? How about we place a bet?” “What's the bet? Make it something I won't feel bad about even if I lose.” “Okay then! How about if I don't learn anything in one week, I'll be allowed to change mentors?”

Edward trained me how to depend on myself. I am a werewolf but I can not transform into one. There is no time to go idle and hoping just to get better. First, I am practicing to run fast. That is the first thing to do. His property has a huge training ground at the back of his mansion. All of the equipment for training is available this is great. First, I am training my running and also my stamina. I run as fast as I can. There is no time for crying for those bastards.

Training with the elders began the next morning in a secluded clearing deep in the pack territory. Sarah, Thomas, and Rose had set up a space that felt almost sacred—stones arranged in a circle, herbs burning in small dishes, and the ground cleared of all debris. Elena had come to observe as promised, leaning against a tree with her arms crossed, watching everything with sharp, critical eyes. "First," Sarah said, "we need to teach you to control your emotional triggers. Your powers respond to strong emotions, which makes you unpredictable and dangerous—both to yourself and others."

Yes, they’re good, but it wouldn’t take much for the enemy to learn the style and combat it quickly. Delta Greg prided himself on making our training a combination of techniques, so we can evolve and adapt, keeping our opponents on their back feet. Edwardo had me doing the same, and I’m surprised more of these lot don’t. Maybe the lead trainer at the manor doesn’t adhere to the idea. ‘Or he doesn’t know it himself,’ Zanthe muses. She’s not impressed with the overall standard.

After the numerous beauty treatments, the training itself started. Elena dropped the teacup for the hundredth time as the trainer rapped the wooden table angrily. “Your pinky! Use the little finger!” The woman yelled in exasperation. Elena rolled her eyes but picked the cup back up, the exact way the woman had described. She went through training on how to walk, talk, smile, wave, dance, and even eat. “Is that the last one?” Elena asked tiredly as she dropped into a chair and took off the pair of heels they had made her wear.

I said with a smile, I'm weirdly happy because she didn't get the truck she tried to pull off, she thinks it's easy because she did it before, It took me years to master the such tricks, We asked Mia and Akoni to keep and eye on our pups while we went to train, I invoked my black mist to teleport us back to my room to keep our secret training ground a secret, When we got there I walked up to bookshelf and pulled the book at opened the passage in my closet, We entered and made our way down the spiral stairs to the training centre. “Alright, the first thing you need to know is that you must be calm first.” I began, “Now close your eyes and imagine flames coming out of your hands,” I said to he

Heat climbs straight into my face as I realize he is looking at the outline of my nipples, hard and visible through my shirt. “Goddess,” I mutter, crossing my arms over my chest. “You really love tormenting me, don’t you?” Damon’s mouth twitches. “That was technically training,” he says lazily, his gaze coming back up to meet mine. I narrow my eyes. “What kind of training is that supposed to be?” “Endurance,” he says immediately. “You have to survive it without wanting more.” I scowl. Deeply. “You’re abusing your position as my trainer.”

I took hold of his arm and moved to one of the room corners, I asked him to kneel, he looked up at me with confusion, I repeated my order, and this time he does. "Hands above you're head," I say in the same firm voice, I set a five minutes timer and leave the room, I went to get him a sippy cup with warm milk, I even sat few cookies on the counter ready for him. I came back in the room just before the timer went off, he was still in place but I could hear some sniffles coming from his side. Although it broke my heart to punish him but he has to learn a lesson. "Times up. You can come out kitten" I tell him and he runs toward me crying.

The air was thick with the scent of ozone and burning sage. Today's training was focused on spatial manipulation—learning how to transport oneself from place to place. The instructor, an elder with sharp, avian features, stood in the center of the stone courtyard, demonstrating the technique. With a graceful, sweeping motion of her hand, she tore a seam right into the fabric of the air. A shimmering, circular tear appeared, revealing a glimpse of a sunlit forest thousands of miles away, before snapping shut just as quickly. "Focus your intent," the elder’s voice boomed. "See the destination in your mind, mold the ether with your hands, and slice through the physical barrier."