Kalos Trainer Novels & Stories

GABRIELLA'S POV I'd stayed on campus after my speech, partly because I wanted to be near Kael and partly because Principal Jordan had asked me to meet with a few of the Hortlach Academy instructors. They wanted advice on integrating Apex Omegas into their training programs, something that had never been formally addressed before. They claimed Kael passed their physical training test with ease, so they always make him triple the training compared to other warriors. ‘Was that the special treatment they were giving him? More like punishment.’ My wolf scoffed.

Did he have a girlfriend? I recalled the warriors telling me that their third prince was famous among women. I tried to make visuals of Kael with other women. "Second rule: Always keep eye contact with your trainer." Kael's voice pulled me back from my thoughts. I looked at him. I wanted to rip my gaze away right away as I felt a little uneasy keeping eye contact. But his rule pulled me there. I exhaled, nodding my head. "O-Okay." "Third and final rule: Don't disobey your trainer. His words are the final word for you. Whatever he says, you have to follow, no excuse of pain or exhaustion."

“You’re part of the mafia now, whether you like it or not. Especially since operations are underway.” I exhaled sharply. I really don’t think I can do this. “Because of this, I’ve recruited a trainer to teach you self-defense,” he continued. “Just the basics—you’ll need to know how to survive an attack.” “…And who exactly is my trainer?” I asked, warily. “Kace,” Andronikos replied, nodding toward my overly eager bodyguard. I turned to Kace, whose grin was like that of a cheshire cat.

Yet, the man before him seemed able to see through his every move and was always one step ahead of him. It felt strange, like he was walking into a trap he never saw coming. “That’s because I designed your training program,” Kaze said without exposing his own identity. Be it mercenaries or actual soldiers serving in the army, they would receive missions from time to time and frequently change their training camp, which would increase the difficulty of the training so that they could get stronger. Kaze was confident because he knew every detail of what they taught at the training program. “I’m no match for you. You are much stronger than I thought.”

It reminded me that I was alive. This morning was no different. The chill of the mountain air bit into my skin as I stood in the middle of the training ring, staring down Kael. Kael was my trainer, a towering man with scars that crisscrossed his arms and chest like battle trophies. His dark green eyes were sharp, unyielding, and always watching. He didn’t speak much, but when he did, his words carried the weight of authority. “You’re hesitating again,” Kael said, his voice rough like gravel. He was circling me now, his hands loose at his sides, his stance deceptively casual.

EIRA’S POV “Axe has arrived.” Salisha announced my appearance to Kalixto. Kalixto marched toward me with his giggling jaw. “What are you?” In the tone of his mind was madness. I gazed down and answered. “A trainer of the Transform.” “That’s it! You have a big role to do in the Transform and leaving for days without notice is disrespecting your role as official!” Kalixto’s nose was opening and closing, the signs of his pure agriness to me.

A sub wouldn't work with him either unless he could find the softest dom ever who'll never punish him. Blake spanked him few times when he misbehaves and he hated every second of it. He doesn't even want to think what a dom would do to him, he'd probably just break down to tears or go domeless. His best options are either a little or a Neko, they are different but share being the softest kind of relation. He didn't mind being either of them so with his finger crossed he went into the classification room. Kayla stayed with him until it was time to close his eyes and let the machine test him. She squeezed his hand one last time before leaving and everything went black.

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.

The sooner that she can finish the training, the sooner that she can execute her plan. Everyone was silent when Mrs. Adalia Castillo, who will be their trainer for a month suddenly came inside the room. Celeste secretly heaved a sigh of relief when she saw that their trainer was okay and not a bully. They had a brief question and answer and she learned lots of things already.

He had trained under some of the toughest warriors, but something about Kael, the way he was so calm, his controlled presence, the way his eyes assessed everything without emotion, made the training feel endless. "I pray he survives," Harlan thought as he watched silently, noticing how exhausted the warrior was, especially with the tension of trying to satisfy Kael without showing weakness. Kael finally stopped in front of the warrior, his arms crossed. "Good. Now sprint back, then repeat all of it. Twice. Do not let your mind wander again. Move."