Zootopia Training Novels & Stories

That little thing irritated Zeil more than it should. Zeil’s lips parted, but no sound came. His eyes darted to his wooden board where he kept the pills, a relief sigh left his mouth as he saw it was still locked with the padlock he had earlier put on before heading out to clear his head. Kael chewed slowly, then said, “How was your training?” Calm voice. Too calm. Like this was just another day for the pack teachers to educate pups on principles, morals and all those schools shit that Zeil during his time couldn't care less.

I got up and jumped in the shower, and changed into training clothes and made my way to the training grounds. They had different training classes for where you are in training. First is the training for younger wolves that don't have their wolf yet. Then there's intermediate which is after you get your wolf and you train in human and wolf form. Then the adult training and then the warrior training. I decided to take the adult training and the warrior training today. My adrenaline was just going crazy because of the fact that it had been a while since I have done any real training. I made it to the training grounds and watched the training. When the adult training was about to start, Alpha Za

The group’s camaraderie was evident, and their support helped ease Zyra’s nerves. Zyra took a deep breath, feeling a mix of nervousness and determination. “Alright, let the training start!” she declared, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. She squared her shoulders, ready to face the challenge ahead. The pack members formed a circle, their expressions a blend of curiosity and anticipation as they prepared to engage in the unique training session.

I start, but trail off. “It's a comprehensive program designed to prepare unmated females for the possibility of becoming Luna.” He speaks as if explaining something simple to a child. “In your case, it will serve to demonstrate your dedication to the pack and familiarize you with our traditions, history, and protocols.” My mind races. Training under pack leadership. Constant supervision. More opportunities for someone to notice something wrong with my scent, my behavior, my everything. This is dangerous, potentially fatal. “When would this begin?” Zane asks, his voice neutral.

"I saw it in your eyes, Ari, you really think he's not gonna kill you after all this? Just go back to him ... kiss and makeup? He killed your parents for God's sake!" "We don't know that for sure." He shot the ground next to her head. She screamed. "Really? Are we going back to that now? You have gotten this far to go back to that? What the hell is wrong with you?" She stood up slowly, "I don't know, Diego ... why don't you tell me? What the hell is this training for? I failed all your tests miserably, you said it yourself ... I won't last two days out on my own ... So what's the point? Huh?"

His jaw tightened, but he turned to the officers. In a deep voice, he started. “I’m Marcus Kane, Sophia’s husband. Yes, I’m Bella’s private trainer. Ryan signed me up for her fitness program. We do sessions either at my place or here at their house sometimes. It depends on schedules. Private because Bella prefers it that way, as she mentioned. Less distractions.”

As the week passed, tensions ran high at both my and Zayla’s houses with planning the trip to Cordiva. I have been having such a bad feeling since I heard that voice a couple of weeks ago, so I upped the training. We had combat training along with defensive and even added weapons so that even though Zayla hadn’t shifted yet, she could protect herself. “Now Imagen that you have someone coming at you from a distance, Close your eyes and call on your fire. After you have, it opens your eyes and aims.” I instructed Zalya,

Look at my center. They trained for another two hours. Faith was exhausted, her muscles aching in a way she had never felt before. But she was learning. She learned how to use her weight to trip a larger opponent. She learned where the soft spots were on a wolf’s neck. As the sun began to set, casting long, orange shadows across the stone floor, the heavy doors of the training room burst open. Leo ran in, his face pale and covered in sweat. He was holding a tablet that was flashing with red alerts.

I hurriedly approached them, feeling a tinge of guilt for being late. "I apologize for my tardiness," I said, my voice filled with sincerity. "Let's begin our training." The pack members nodded in understanding, their eyes filled with a combination of respect and curiosity. They knew this was a new chapter for all of us, and they were eager to see what I had to offer as their trainer. We started with warm-up exercises, stretching and loosening our muscles. Then, we moved on to more rigorous activities, practicing combat techniques and enhancing our physical strength. I observed each individual's strengths and weaknesses, providing guidance and encouragement along the way.