Zootopia Training Novels & Stories

I complained, hands on my hips. Seven and Seleira were down in the field handling the rest of the she-wolves, while we were up on this hill doing backflips. It felt absurd. Zayn smirked. “I promise, it’s not a joke. Trust me, this is essential training.” “Essential? Really? Because it feels more like a circus act!” I shot back, rolling my eyes. “Hey, if you wanted to be a clown, you could’ve just said so,” he teased, crossing his arms. “But seriously, you’ll thank me later.”

“She’s the leader. The one who sees the whole battlefield. Who makes the calls.” He tapped his staff against the ground. “Now. Show me what you can do.” They were clumsy at first. Kept getting in each other’s way. Slowly, over days, they improved. Started moving like a single organism. Ariana would strike. Shane would defend. The Betas would support. By the end of the fourth week of training, they could take down opponents twice their number. “Better,” Zane said. “You’re still thinking too much. It needs to be instinct.”

I had now full control over my concentration ability, she also taught me how to know which healing power is for which wound or injury, she made me understand the difference between physical and emotional healing, and for the last few days, we have been practicing healing on some of the injured animals. After a five-hour training session, I left the cottage to find Xee leaning against his car. Opening the door for me, he inquired the same thing as yesterday, "How was the training." Jumping inside, I huffed, "It was good, everything was normal, and nothing was odd or weird about Asteria." Settling behind the steering wheel, he asked me, "Are you hungry?" Before my stomach could answer that que

Marvel Hayes has one rule: never let an alpha control him. As a Pure Omega and the CEO of Hayes Biotech, Marvel has spent his entire life fighting the society that treats omegas as nothing but breeders. He wants nothing to do with child birth so he created a secret serum, designed to permanently destroy his regenerative womb, the key to his freedom and he is close to success when three alphas enter his life.  Crown Prince Alaric wants an heir and will stop at nothing to claim Marvel as his bride. Kai Harrington, the billionaire tycoon and Marvel's biotech rival, wants control and will destroy everything Marvel has built to get it. And Dmitri Moretti, the gentle stranger Marve

Tristan’s POV I had trained hundreds of wolves, I had trained young wolves who had lost control during their first transformations. I had trained fighters who believed aggression was the same thing as strength. I had trained pack members who carried more power than they knew how to manage and taught them how to turn instinct into discipline. None of that had prepared me for sitting cross-legged on the floor of my penthouse and trying to teach a frightened six-year-old boy how to breathe.

Rake followed me into the tent, his hand grazing my lower back like he wanted to say something, but I beat him to it. “I hate this,” I muttered. “I hate this.” “I know.” He wrapped his arms around me from behind. “But you did the right thing.” I leaned back into his chest, tired. “I don’t want to keep doing the right thing if it keeps feeling like swallowing glass.” “You’re allowed to hate it. But you’re still leading them.” That made me feel worse. --- Training began the next morning. All the packs, Frederick’s, Dylan’s, the Crescent Valley wolves, even a few lone rogues who wanted redemption, lined up in rows across the clearing. Sparring. Shifting. Running drills.

Joey explained while they walked down the lanes. “They’re testing the water ... they’re still cautious, that’s good. That means they’re still selling in the grams,” he continued. “But they’re not respecting the code ... that’s bad ... whatever the reason, no matter what’s at stake ... the code is what we live and die for.” he put his hand on the back of Xander’s neck. “Remember that.”

she said, making gestures with her hands. If we were at Long Tooth I’d call her a smart ass and say some other colorful things. Nate stared me down, reminding me to be on my best behavior. I realized that Missy had been hanging on Tyra’s every word like she was taking notes. There was no way I could seem insulting right now. “On the outskirts. It trains them at the same time to learn the property lines. Where landmarks are and tracking any scents that may have come close,” I said, as if it should be obvious.

Mind linking the rest of the wolves, I say, “Training is over for the morning. Be back here at four pm.” Zach's mind links me, “Temper, temper, Alpha.” I snarl, “Shut the fuck up, Zach, and get in the arena.” Zach and I train for an hour before realizing all the wolves have come back to watch us. I laugh as Zach lands flat on his back and shakes his head. We are both dripping with sweat; Zach chuckles as he gets back up, holding his hands up.

“She may not be coherent for a few days as her treatment continues, and she heals.” “I don’t care. I want to see her.” “Very well. I will see you when you arrive.” Once I get off the phone with Alpha Ryan, I get to my feet and head down the stairs and out the back to the training fields to inspect the evening training. I walk up to Jefferson, “How are they doing?” “Good Alpha. Other than a few that needed just that little more coaching, everyone is around the same skill level. In accordance with Zaire’s program, even though it has only been a couple of days, I have been increasing their routines.”