Marksman Training Oblivion Novels & Stories

“And we watch what they build.” Training started in the dimmest corner of the main hall rather than the open courtyard. Malrick and Sylvie faced five recruits: Rylan, Kira, the silent hunter Fen, and the twins Liv and Tor. The rest of the pack pretended not to watch, but curiosity thickened the air. Malrick spoke first, voice rough as grinding stone. “This work is not about strength. Strength without sense gets you killed quickly. This is about silence, stillness, and seeing what others miss.”

“That will never happen, Aaron. We will win this war, and you will have many more years with Zion.” He brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it, muttering, “Thank you.” That night, Aaron chose to train with the rest of the pack, checking their speed, stamina, and endurance level. Ivan and Damor had been in charge of them so far, and now he wanted to check how far they had come. When it came down to brutality, Damor didn’t hold back, and the first night Miguel reported a few casualties, but there were almost none the second night.

The training is intense, each bone in my body crying for mercy and getting none. After throwing imaginary punches at mechanical dummies, I take a cold shower and spend thirty minutes in ice. I feel raw chakra flowing through my veins as I return to the arena. Then I see my next opponent, a tall, skinny blind man, so tall that my entire height barely reaches his chest. “Don’t take the old man for granted. You might not be able to defeat him in the next couple of weeks, but you eventually will,” Mark smirks. “What do you mean?” I ask in confusion.

“Fine. Enough. Let’s focus.” I straighten, shifting back into command mode. “We need to refine the next phase of training,” I say. “They’re improving physically. Now we sharpen reflexes.” “Stress drills,” Damon suggests. “Multiple stimuli.” “Timed rotations,” Daz adds. “Force quick decision-making.” I nod. “Close quarter combat in confined spaces. Limit visibility. Make them think under pressure.” Thorne’s eyes sharpen. “Pair them with rotating partners so they can’t predict fighting styles.”

I slightly nodded my head and looked at Mavis who was smiling slightly. "Wait, if training's now over, what were you guys doing here so early?" Mavis asked them. "Well ... " Daryl started off beginning to rub the back of his neck. "We have a routine, once a month Beta Marcus ends the training session with a practice ambush attack, in which we literally have to crawl through hedges and thorn bushes, and I for one do not like to have to be pulling out thorns from my flesh after a training session." Ryan explained.

She left an hour before midnight, saying that she's sleepy. I spent an hour training alone, thinking about how will this mission goes. I mean, in a mission, you don't know if it's going to succeed or not, you don't know if you're going to be killed or not, you don't know what obstacles will we have to face. I ended up ruining 2 good punch bags. I sighed, I think it's enough for the night. I pick up my towel and water bottle and turned off the light. Just as I was about to leave the training room, my phone buzzed in my pocket.

Perfect partner for training that needed to be about skill instead of relationship processing. "Ready?" he asked. "As I'll ever be." We began sparring. Physical only. No magic. Just wolf instincts and combat training and reflexes honed through survival. Marcus was good. Better than I'd expected. He pushed me. Made me work. Forced me to focus instead of letting attention drift toward mates training elsewhere. But I heard it anyway. Derek's voice carrying across training grounds. Deliberately loud. Designed to be heard by everyone. "So how does it feel being second choice? Being the mate who came first but matters less? Being replaced by dead guy who came back prettier and more magically compa

"That is his greatest mistake." He moved from one spot to another with his hands folded behind him. "I want you all to locate him, and bring him to his knees.." He added in anger. "And bring him to me. Dead or alive." "Yes, Sir!" They all chorused. Their backs stiffened. Their shoulders straightened and their faces were devoid of all emotions. They pass through a series of training which sort of kills every emotion they can ever feel in life. Scars ran along their jaws and chin, giving them sinister looks. Their eyes were bloodshot as if they had been starved and ready to devour anything and anyone who crossed their path. The Smith elite teams could unearth everything and anyone. That was th

Heavens, how can this even be real? Lilith is in front of us. The space is quite large, so Toby helps Damon and Gamma Bruno with physical training, along with my brothers. With the power of the bond, all our men were ordered to train intensively for the rest of the day, hand-to-hand combat, and always be ready for a surprise attack. Even requesting the duel, Jaden couldn't believe that Joshua wouldn't have some trick up his sleeve. He always seemed to be looking for a way to come out on top and win all situations unfairly.

One room would contain their spy supercomputers navigated by their hackers that were best among the best on that field. Another room would be filled with their illegal and smuggled firearms, different types of ammunitions, different kind of bombs, weapons such as swords, deadly shotguns, bow and arrows, knives, cannons, rocket launchers and many more. While the other rooms would be their training ground. This is where Sebastian was drilling each and every one of their new recruits to be as skilled and relentless as they are when it comes to killing their enemies.