Oblivion Destruction Training Novels & Stories

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. Unknown Number: Be careful of the mission.

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

The crack echoed and the wood splintered, the impact shot up my arm but I didn’t care. I had him right there and right in front of me and I still got nothing. My jaw clenched, my breathing tightening as the image replayed in my head—the man going still, his body dropping before I could even get a word out of him. There was no hesitation or fear, he chose death. My fingers curled into a fist again. “Damn it.” The word came out low and rough. Someone definitely trained them for that. It wasn't just loyalty or fear of being caught, it was training. That kind of obedience didn't come cheap and it didn’t come from just anyone.

The Snow Pointe training grounds were top of the line for the region. One of the most lucrative investments Alpha Snow made was holding quarterly training summits that other packs paid to attend. Attendance had fallen off in recent years, no doubt, due to the rising tensions in the area. But that didn't make the gauntlet less intimidating to trainees and seasoned warriors alike. Stretched out before us was the obstacle course of all obstacle courses. Running, climbing, jumping, evasion. There were sections on resourcefulness and defensive maneuvering.

Pay for hurting her mate, for hurting her pup, for hurting her best friend. She stalked towards Damien at an immeasurable speed and lunged at his throat. Damien nor the king saw her coming. Evelyn sank her teeth into Damien’s throat and ripped his jugular out. The massive black wolf slumped onto the ground immediately but Evelyn wasn’t satisfied. She felt a blood lust for Damien that she couldn’t even explain herself. She wanted him in pieces. Evelyn clawed and bite Damien even if he was dead. Her sanity was far gone to register it. She clawed Damien’s insides out and tore him in pieces.

"That's when you record everything. Not just the offer—the methodology. The pattern. Get him to explain how he does it. How he's done it before. Appeal to his ego. Let him think he's teaching you something. Men like Shaw love to explain how clever they are." I looked at the folder, at the evidence of forty years of destruction. At the faces in the photos—designers I'd admired, careers I'd seen collapse, women I'd thought had simply failed. They hadn't failed. They'd been destroyed. Systematically. By a predator who'd been operating unchecked for decades. "I'll do it," I said. "But not just for me. For all of them. For every designer he destroyed."

Bind your targets: 0/100 Hunt your targets and defeat them as follows: Dismemberment- 0/100 Decapitation- 0/100 Splitting in Two- 0/100 Freestyle- 0/300 (Same as before, no more than 10 targets of the same name will count to this score) *Defeat Weapon Master Bladesmith's Clone: 0/1 (Combat will take place deep within the . The clone will be at level 25 and will only use its claws. Escape condition is to make it through the are and get to the door where Bladesmith will be standing in one piece)

He glanced at me, his expression one of impatient contempt. “Well?” he demanded. “I’ve decided,” I said, my voice flat, devoid of the tremor that had been there before. “The weak Omega is dead.” A slow, approving smile spread across his face. “Good. Then it’s time for your next lesson. No more speeches. No more grandstanding.” He leaned in close. “It’s time for you to learn how to truly hurt him.” The following days were a descent into a different kind of darkness. The training was no longer about rhetoric or poise. It was about sabotage. Espionage. Psychological warfare.

Those who had slandered me, those who had hurt me, and those who had once mocked me had all turned to dust in this disaster. Inside the hospital room, the protective barrier had vanished. The storm outside swept in, carrying debris and scorching heat from the lava, and blew Dean’s hair into a mess. He was still holding my hand tightly, but his body was becoming increasingly transparent, as if he could vanish at any moment. System: [Vitality sacrifice still in progress! Host’s vitality lost: 100%. Soul disintegration countdown initiated!] [World Self-Destruction Countdown: 10 seconds… 9… 8…]

The difference was visible enough to everyone, even the normal citizen realizes the difference. No more scrawny and disorder soldier's, Every soldier that joined the training were different as they set out from the training program. Aeternum Trainer was able to change the ferocity of the Dukedom army from Threat Level 1 into Threat Level 3, an achievement that was proven as The soldier were able to conquer and destroyed 10 Threat Level 3 dungeons in 2 weeks. The unruly and doubtful voices in the Royal audience chamber at the Palace of Angel were no longer heard, instead, showers of praise were given to the Queen and Princess Angela dubbing their genius moves. In less than a month, Aeternum h