Thriller Trainee Novels & Stories

The heat was on, and we knew that if we didn’t shake them soon, there would be no base, no escape, no survival. With adrenaline pumping through my veins, I steadied my aim. One well-placed shot took out the tire of one of the cars behind us, sending it skidding off the road in a cloud of dust and smoke. But more were still coming. Joseph swerved violently, taking sharp turns to try and shake the tail. Marc was relentless, his gunfire deafening as he aimed with deadly precision. We had to hold on. Our lives—and the mission—depended on it. The people tailing us weren’t just thugs—they were trained, military, and dangerous. I could tell from their movements, a mix of Greygots and probably Kavis

A man in the early years of his thirties made his way to the middle of the Jasmine pointed at Cain and said, "That's Cain, he's the trainer. He trained most of the gang members," and Flora nodded while keeping her eyes on Nathan. Cain made the announcement, "The first names on my lists are... Jason and Darrel," and the trainees responded with loud cheers and claps as Jason and Darrel came forward to take their places. Without pausing to consider her words, Jasmine mumbled, "He's so handsome," and Flora turned to look at her.

she informs us, pointing to the red-haired man, the one she told Ken not to pick, and she takes a few steps back. I swallow hard. The scary man will be our trainer for the week. I don’t mean to judge, but I’m already scared for the days ahead. “I’m Raphael Wilson, your trainer, but I’d prefer you call me Ralph.” his voice comes off deep and terrifying. “Your strength sets you off from the others and as we proceed in the week of training, we will explore your weaknesses as well. The world might have advanced, but more than ever, we need to be on alert. In the course of your training, you’d be learning how to activate your thinking, calculating and regrouping senses. Today we will begin with a

I answer, resisting the urge to rub at my neck. Remy says nothing, going back to ignoring me again. God, I hate him. I hate every single thing about him. "Ask Trish to swap me out for someone you won’t want to kill. We’re obviously not going to work.” She had made it clear that trainees aren’t to ask to swap, but maybe if a trainer requests it, surely they won’t say no. He’s their asset. “Why do you want to work at The Devil’s Playground?”

"Sometimes, Lily, the best defence is to be so obviously hiding something that people assume they already know what it is. They'll create their own theories…witness protection, corporate espionage, tragic past. None will approach the truth." Her phone buzzed with a notification from her monitoring system. Another Silvermoon alert, this one from their local newspaper: "Pack Heir Shows Exceptional Promise in Early Training." The article featured a photo of Theo, now seven, executing a complex martial arts form. His concentration was absolute, green eyes focused with intensity that reminded Elena painfully of herself. "Despite early childhood challenges," the article read, "young Theo Cross dem

She heaves and passes the document to Officer Hong, whispering to him in between breaths. "Stop right there" He points at trainee 031 who was just about to leave as well, head turning languidly. "You are given your first official case, I expect good results." Trainee 031 wasn't able to protest, she didn't know that the final trial would be given this early, heck, she was trembling and covered in her nasty body liquid. Her heart rate spiked, pounding in anticipation and fear.

And to be honest, there is no point worrying since its not like I’ll kill them or anything, just to teach them a small lesson so they’ll respect my pack a bit more. With that, I walked towards the centre of everyone’s view before speaking, “So should we start the lesson, first let me introduce myself. Starting from today, I’ll be one of your trainers, my name is Chris. And since this is the first time, we are meeting, you need to know something about me first” I said before hovering my gaze around the crowd of trainees before me. And lastly, I stopped my gaze at the group of girls who were tardy and disrespectful to Zack as they arrived at the training ground talking and gossiping without re

’ kind of way. Trey was far from an expert when it came down to feelings and emotions, but as a part of his guard training, he had been taught to recognize threats to his employer’s safety. To that end, he had been trained to identify people acting suspiciously and notice their animosity or interest towards his target of protection. Yet what stuck with him the most from that training wasn’t any of that. What had left him with a lasting impression he would be unable to forget were the gazes of several individuals identified as threats of the highest order.

"Miss Patterson, we shall begin your personal training under the theme defense." "Personal what?" Her jaw dropped, and then laughed dryly, not believing her ears."Train me for what? Am I going for a military exam or mission? Please tell me that was not part of the contract." She pleaded and sighted a big black punching bag dancing in the middle of the arena which began to taunt her. "I'm training you for something worse." "What?" "Rapists," he hissed out the single word with gritted teeth. "How many times will I have to tell you that --"

"It's also a surprise right?" He nods his head, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "We do this with trainees to increase their motivation and also their competitive spirits. The reward and punishment are kept a secret to put them on their toes. Make them anticipating." I snort, tempted to say it's a stupid idea but that will be a lie. It's actually a good idea. Out of curiosity, I ask. "What is the age range of the trainee." Dimitri withdraws his hand from my back. My body mourns the warmth he makes me feel. "As early as sixteen." He says. "First, we train them on basic self-defense. Then the promising one goes for advanced training."