Pirate King Trainer Novels & Stories

“For your information, I wasn’t ‘playing’ with swords. I was one of the best swordsmen in my Pack because of his training.” Adan smiled, nodding. “Well, then you’ll have to show our young warriors what you know... when you feel up to it.” I let out a deep breath. “If I become a member of this Pack, then I’d love to. I’ve always wanted to work with the young warriors—” “You are a Queen,” he cut me off sternly. “There will be no need for you to become a trainer.” He shrugged. “Just show the warriors what you know, and the trainers will take it from there.”

It was a good idea to train while my eyes are seeing nice scenery. "Who are you looking for?" Rosh asked me if I'm looking for someone. "I'm looking for a trainer who will train me." I replied. "I am your trainer!" Rosh declares it like a war. "What!? Why are you going to train me personally? You are busy right? You can ask someone who can train me." I said. "I am the strongest one here in my pack because I am the Alpha. You are right, I am always busy and I hate people who waste my time." Rosh replied in a firm voice.

Damn him! A breeder. Not a wife. Not a mate. I was going to be a breeder. “You mean, the King will use my body, make me give birth to a pup and then what? He will take the child from me and I’ll never hear again about the baby?” I asked and O’Horan said nothing, he remained unmoved, his hands behind his back. “You’ll toss me into the dungeons? Or put me to work at the mines? I don’t want to be a breeder! And if I ever get to have a child, I will not be parted from it!”

He sound nervous. “Oh Zachary, I am hearing some nasty rumors that you are going to let a sandbox dispute between you and the Queen manifest into rebellion. I fear for your pack. Creek Run trains Alphas and the Alphas your training turns out are strong, stable and productive. I want it see if the rumors are true.” “It’s more than a sandbox dispute My Queen. Queen Mia has cut my training down. My pack relies on the income from training. We don’t have an outside business to survive on. By setting unreasonable caps on training rates she cut my packs income,” he tells me.

Alpha Jay. I walked into the training complex, "Get everything in order, she will be using this facility for her next test, so make sure everything is in order". "Alpha, what level do you want the complex to be arranged?" the man in charge of the training complex asked. "The highest level, I want to see the beast in her, raise the bar, it's time to recruit people who can go the extra mile", I answered. I walked towards a bench at the far right corner and sat down, I watched as they put things in order. I brought out my phone and placed a call to Melanie, it rang for a few minutes before she picked up. "Good evening, where are you?" I asked. "I am at home", she replied. "Stay put, I a

"Why the hell not?" "Because I've never had a master, and I don't plan on changing that." "Master? What the hell are you talking about?" Keaton rounded on me once more, his eyes narrowed as he leaned forward. "You'd be my boss, Troy. I think the hell not!" "Oh, come on, Keaton! You know it's not like that—" "And what will the other Alphas think about having a known pirate and smuggler as the Beta of Poldesse? Hmm? And your father-in-law? That man wanted nothing more than to rip me to shreds in the foyer of that castle you're all living in—"

, Silas went into his office to call the Rogue King. Rogue POV The Rogue King is training his pack and preparing for the war, they are now close to seven hundred wolves. After training he goes to his office to go over his battle plans when his phone rings. “Well, looks like you escaped death, now what do you want?”, he didn’t want to be bothered today. “My pod and I want to come and train with your pack. I want to put the Alpha Kings into their grave”, Silas was feeling humiliated by what he had endured the last few days.

Queen Zari tells her firmly. Fara sighs and purses her lips. "Yeah well it's hard when I'm surrounded by dickheads that are pissed off because I'm a better fighter than they are. I mean how am I supposed to listen to trainers that are literally the dumbest and weakest dragons here?" Lyzaria's eyes flash red. "Well you better start listening because I'm your trainer now. And I don't put up with stubborn little bitches that think they're better than everyone else." Her lip curls upward into a smirk. "So, if I were you, I'd fix your attitude before you get to see what happens when you piss off the dragon queen."

“And what might that be? Your highness” “I need you to become my breeder. You are going to bear my child” I observed her gulp nervously, fidgeting with her fingers. “How could that happen sir……” Her words trailed off and she lowered her head the second I shot her a hard glare. “Impossible is not a word that exists for me. I don’t care about the way you were sold or who sold you to me but what concerns me is the present, so pay attention to me carefully,”

I muttered. “You asked why I bought you? well, Amelia… I have purchased you as a breeder, I believe you have inherited some special genes from your father which can only be activated in a male son, so I want you to bore me an heir, I want you to make me a powerful baby and help me secure my throne.” He announced. There was silence between us and then I burst into laughter, trying not to bury my face in the dish. The irony of it all! From a maltreated lost orphan Princess to a Breeder for the Alpha King.