Pirate King Trainer Novels & Stories

I sighed because I understood what it wanted. "First of all, I'm not a gem or someone that they can use in exchange. I am not a product. Yes, I can help with training but if what you ask is to pretend then I can't do that. I think Will you allow me to be called the king's mate?" I can see that it is frustrated that at any moment it is ready to scream.

I can do this, I will make them proud, she thought, taking one last look and then turning her attention to the horizon. He stood at the helm of his ship looking out over his crew. His fingers drummed on the railing. He sighed loudly, his first mate glancing at him his eyebrow up as if asking what was wrong. He was becoming impatient. The crew was becoming impatient. They need something. He didn't have much time ethier. The Pirate King would want his quarterly payment and he was already behind. He was in debt to him. The Pirate King was not someone who liked being owed money and never ended well when you did. He clenched his jaw frustrated. How did it come to this? He thought. He was doing so

He asked with tears running down his cheeks. His father took a deep breath to calm himself while his mother was already shedding tears along with her son. She had pleaded that they give him more time but they refused. They claimed it was urgent and he needed to go for the training. Kings Island is a place where super-wealthy family sends their heirs to receive whatever training they need. On that island, connections are formed with other rich heirs. Luke will be the first person in his family to attend such a thing. According to the brochure that was given to them, they'd have to go through a series of training such as Etiquette, physical training, combat, emotional and psychological trainin

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”

The manners and noble expression seems as if he is also an important royal member of the Royal ark clan, but he is actually nothing more than a small errand boy of the Royal ark clan that flew to his position as the king’s personal aide due to hid scheming personality. Tren is an errand boy for ten years and he met the young prince Regor due to his own machinations. Wanting to climb up the ladder in the Royal ark clan, Tren created a lot of instances to meet the young prince Regor and to deepen the impression of him being a smart and crafty individual that could help the other party in the fight to the throne. And the young prince Regor really did manage to clinch the throne against his upri

The Queen seemed disgusted but was at least trying to hide that reaction behind her fan. “I am impressed,” the King said. “Your abilities are formally recognized by this court, and your desire to be a warrior is under consideration. We encourage you to continue to hone your skills on the training grounds.” “Thank you, your Highness,” I said, bowing. “You are a credit to the bow,” the King said. “I wish to know who your teacher is.” I gestured to Teacher. “This man taught me everything I know.” The King gave him only a passing glance. “A credit to you as well, Sir.”

She was liking this King the more, never mind that she had let her emotions flare up on her face again. "Also, just to give you a heads up, our trainings are not easy. And seeing as you have a huge responsibility on your shoulders, you will be training harder than the other students. We will be more intentional and harder on you. And we don't need your input about that." Emma noticed that the King’s tone had gotten hard, serious. It was fine by her. She nodded. "That's okay. But what's your name?" She asked, as the Prince got up from his seat, about to leave the room. "I'm Prince Shiloh."

“A rogue is a packless wolf. It’s not that easy. Rogues aren’t warriors. By the time I have them trained and ready for a war, Caspian would know and we’d all be dead. Well, not you and me…we’d only wish we were dead.” This was getting to be a little too much for me to handle. “Why?” “Caspian will force us into his dungeons and he will compel me to breed you until you’re used up and there’s nothing left of you.” I frown at my mate. “I don’t understand.” “That’s how he’ll make kings for his kingdom. We can’t do this Pippa, not yet…but I do have another plan.” "Which is?" "We'll gather the rogues and start training them...only then will I mark you."

“And your brother Daxen can conjure ice storms that could freeze this city for a solar year. Unique things happen in your bloodline.” Before Mikan could respond, Raje’s commlink buzzed. He read the message and smirked. “It is official. Prince Rodic has chosen you as his trainer, King Mikan. What’s done is done. I recommend you assemble a team of Captain Kyle, to counter the boy’s speed, and King Trace, to help manage his fireballs.” “I can handle fireballs,” Mikan huffed. “Not these flames,” Raje said gravely. “The residue at the arena proves it, it was a Torch’s flame.”

I paid no heed to it, my mind was already clouded and I was just feeling like leaving their midst, I just managed to remain there. “Not only will he be living here but his dad urged him to sharpen his royal skills, he will be your trainer in Royal customs, defense and protocols, taking over from your bodyguard, Julian, who has gone rogue.” I sprang up, eyes turning. Everyone sat upright seeing me react this way like I was going to fight everyone but the king flipped his fingers urging me to calm down. I sat, trying to cool my temper. How can he be my trainer? Northern Ridge is very far from Lucien Green. Our way of doing things is completely different.