Marksman Training Oblivion Novels & Stories

"But I need your word that what you see here stays confidential until the hearing. No reports to other Alphas, no advance judgment." "Agreed. I want to form my own opinion based on facts, not rumors." I led him to the Deep, where afternoon training was already underway. Astrid worked with Luna on shadow manipulation. The twins practiced synchronized power use. Garrett supervised Tobias through controlled flame exercises. It looked professional. Organized. Safe. Marcus watched in silence for an hour, his expression unreadable. When Garrett had Tobias demonstrate controlled fire for increasingly longer durations, I saw Marcus tense. This was the moment—if Tobias lost control now, in front of a

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.

Rain blinded him, smoke stung his eyes, but his body moved with the muscle memory of someone who’d killed a hundred times before. Beside him, Noa rose too. His stance was steady, his arms strong as he squeezed off rounds. One shot slammed straight through a man’s throat, dropping him instantly. The grin that spread across Noa’s face was wicked, sharp, and beautiful in the lightning flash. Marco’s voice rang out, carried over the storm. “You trained him. I can see it. He moves like you.”

“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.”

one says, already on his knees under an armored SUV. “Same,” another adds. “Give me two minutes.” Hour is already there. He doesn’t hesitate. Doesn’t ask. His hands move like memory—efficient, practiced, familiar. Military training doesn’t fade. It waits. “These are tracked,” he says calmly, voice steady despite the blood drying at his temple. “But not well. They rely on compliance, not countermeasures.” Of course they do. Eve appears at my side, gripping Ma’s elbow gently but firmly, guiding her through the chaos like she’s done this before.

Mila POV The sky above Marcus’s training grounds had been calm that morning. Marcus had me running drills at the far end of the arena, I was doing silver-mark control exercises layered with combat movement training. My arms ached, my breathing was uneven, and the mark on my arm kept flickering faintly beneath my skin like it was reacting to something I couldn’t see. “Again,” Marcus ordered from the edge of the training circle. I groaned, wiping sweat from my forehead.

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.

The echoes of punches and kicks reverberated through the room as two assassins engaged in a fierce duel, their movements fluid and precise. Adjacent to the sparring ring, there was a section dedicated to agility and stealth training. An obstacle course challenged assassins to navigate through a maze of laser beams, pressure-sensitive floors, and hidden traps. Emine watched as a young recruit stealthily weaved her way through the obstacles, her movements almost ethereal, her body a silhouette in the shadows.

Emily saw her reaction and slowly moved towards her to console her and ran together till they all became breathless. After one hour of running, they start the course consisting of intense physical training. Circuit training. Rope Climbing. Wall Climbing. Jungle gym. Crawling to barbed wire. The training lasted five hours, another three hours on Sunday, while the last two hours were for sparring. All Omegas are tired and wrung. All of them except Delta Dimitry and Gamma Sevy lay on the cold hard ground. While their bodies throb in pain. "How many of these Omegas do you think will stay after the probation?" Gamma Sevy asks while puffing a cigar.

the man muttered. Colton walked to the ground demarcation, stopped beside Lora, pointed his revolver at the target, and fired. He fired six times in a row, and they all hit the red part of the target. Ever since he'd been a Marine on some missions out of the country years before, the man had been known to be a good marksman. - "Don't worry. I'm not trying to steal your job" Lora joked. - "Talk less and shoot more. We're not leaving here until you're able to keep silent"