Rocky Balboa Training Novels & Stories

My arms felt weak. “Stop!” The trainer got into the area, standing just before me. His gaze was sharp. “Get down.” I shook my head. “I can still go.” My voice was hoarse. He didn’t look impressed. “You’re not focused.” “I am,” I shot back. He sighed. “You can’t even control your own rhythm.” I fell silent. “Your body ain't ready” he went on “If you keep going like this, you wont make it to a match.”

Now, in the fifth month, I had grown used to the silence he left behind. The only constant in this pack… was him. My father-in-law, Ralor. He hadn’t left, not once, and he watched me. “Again.” My body hit the ground harder this time, sand scraping against my skin as a groan slipped past my lips. “Your stance is weak,” my trainer snapped. “If this were real, you’d already be dead.” I pushed myself up, brushing dirt from my arms, jaw tightening. “Then teach me better.”

No new information has surfaced about Thanox, and that uncertainty hovers like a dark cloud over all of us. Still, Rhett shows up every day, helping the warriors train smarter, stronger, and sharper. He’s busy, and I appreciate him. Nadia has been helping me too at home, especially with balance training and hand-to-hand fighting. She has also become someone I’ve come to cherish like a sister I didn’t know I needed. Elian and Declan haven’t trained with me yet. They usually oversee everything when they can, watching from the sidelines and giving feedback when needed. Elian is always in my corner whenever I need him, and he's the person I trust most after Sarah and Nadia. I trust Declan too, a

“We’ll start slow.” Slow turned out to be a lie. Combat training wasn’t about brute force the way I’d imagined. It was about balance. Foot placement. Breathing. Anticipation. Ryan circled me like a shadow, correcting my stance with taps to my shoulder, nudging my knees when I leaned too far forward, forcing me to reset again and again. “Don’t fight the ground,” he said calmly. “Use it.” Sand scraped my palms more than once as he knocked me off balance. Each time I got back up, my lungs burned harder, my muscles trembling, sweat slipping down my spine.

"I suggest you get used to my presence, Captain." The compound's private training facility was located in the basement. It was a massive room filled with high-end rehabilitation equipment, weights, and a small synthetic ice patch for shooting drills. When I walked in at seven o'clock, Rhys was already on a specialized physical therapy bench. His trainer, a serious man named Marcus, was adjusting the tension straps on Rhys’s right leg.

This was why she took the day off from school. Noah Rockefeller looked in the direction of Carol’s room and sighed. “I have nothing against Carol’s boyfriend in terms of his abilities, but… they’re doing those stuff behind closed doors all day long. It’s really… absurd!” Natalie chuckled. “Dad, you’re just jealous and envious! That’s because he has great stamina. In your case…” “Stop spewing nonsense. Carol told me they’re training. It doesn’t affect her body, and she even benefits from it,” Mariah Hamilton uttered.

Chapter Twenty-two - The Plan Balor's POV My body ached in all the right places, telling me I pushed myself like I needed to. My chest was coated in a layer of sweat. I grabbed my water and squirted it into my mouth before drenching my head. Lincoln and I always made time to train, even in the city. We found a private boxing gym and blocked out a few hours a week to get out all the pent-up energy our wolves seemed to produce.

She even felt that Alexander was the General Manager instead, while she was his little bodyguard that no one paid attention to. Amber headed into the office. Alexander scanned Ray and the others before waving at them. Then, he headed into the building. The training ground of the bodyguards was behind the building. The training was modeled after the training done at the Northern Wyverna Frontier Corps. There were many obstacles and hurdles to pass through. They had to crawl their way forward, carry sandbags, jump with weights, do a triathlon, and float on logs… "Everyone, watch closely!" Alexander immediately jumped onto a floating log. He was in balance. In less than 30 seconds, he easily we

Outside, golden light slid across the pavement, and the cold hit my damp neck like teeth. His eyes said he didn’t believe me. Out loud, he said, “I’ll text you some training sets, edge control, balance drills, a few puck-handling routines. If you want them.” “I want them,” I answered, even if part of me didn’t know why. “Good.” He gave me a small, real smile. “We’ll start simple, edge work, stopping clean, then some drills to steady your balance. You’ll build confidence faster than you think. And you don’t have to carry this by yourself, Lena. Not anymore.”

I collect his clothes before climbing onto his back. Instead of going to the waterfall, we run deep into the woods to the area we train. It's a small open area where the trees had been cut down years prior. As a result, the stumps are at different heights, making them perfect for practising high and low kicks, punches, and other moves. Micah shifts into his human form. I pass him his clothes and begin practising my punching moves on the stumps as he dresses. My movements are swift and elegant. I now move on to high kicks and spins. I fall back but land softly to roll and jump back on my feet in a fighting stance.