Oblivion Destruction Training Novels & Stories

Marek’s aura vanished instantly. Fear was a better teacher than pride. Afternoon theory covered succession law. Who could challenge whom. When bloodlines mattered. When power overruled tradition. Alpha absorbed it all. He already knew the rules. They had been used to kill him once. The final training session was endurance-based—long-form exercises meant to strip away technique and expose will. Students ran obstacle courses under suppressive fields. Vampires fought hunger. Wolves fought instinct. Hybrids fought imbalance. Alpha fought gravity.

Previously, this responsibility was held by Gamma Darwin, who was lost in the battle when Draven had control over Tribiano. Led by Gamma Darius, the fighters of Tribiano trained with determination. They trained in the thick forests around the town, where the tall trees offered both hiding spots and challenges. Each day, the sounds of swords clashing, fighters shouting, and bodies hitting the ground reverberated through the woods. Darius pushed them to excel, expecting nothing short of perfection. They worked on their fighting abilities, sharpened their senses, and reinforced their unity as a team. The warriors were taught to not only rely on their physical strength but also on their instinct

There was a broken plate and some fruit scattered on the floor. He then glanced at the huge box, seemingly having heard everything we'd just said. Teresa didn't look the least bit remorseful, and neither did I. Riven rushed up to us, grabbing the box with one hand and my wrist with another. His grip on me was so tight that his knuckles turned white. "I can't be returned again. Please, Tracy, please let me bind to you once more. I promise I'll serve you well this time! "I'll be loyal! I'll learn to serve you and please you like he can! Please, just let me stay…"

} {I hope you understand that this will primarily apply when dealing with humans. Ivy stilled slightly. {Scheming humans. Dangerous humans. Individuals who can be even more ruthless than monsters.} A brief silence followed. {You will encounter them.} Ivy's expression darkened just a little. "Oh, I know…" she replied quietly. {This training ensures survival when weapons are unavailable.} Ivy nodded her head in understanding. {Next is Field Tactics & Strategy. This is where intelligence becomes crucial.} {It includes movement in dangerous environments, ambush and counter-ambush techniques, using cover and concealment, and reading terrain effectively.}

There's a part of me that feels like that's where I belong, that's what I'm made for. Being a trained assassin for the government's undercover organization. Even though the boys and I burnt it to the ground after our escape, we've always known that wasn't the end of B2O. It would have taken them literally an hour to get up and restart in other facilities that they had around the world, but with the damage we left them in, who knows? We burnt the facility Roman and I were trained in, along with the one the rest of us were trained in and the other ones we heard of over radio chatter.

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.

It was definitely the Destroyer who was being shouted at and the shouting continued until I lost my patience. I turned a wall and faced the two, "will you shut the fuck up already? Your voice pisses me off." The trainer scoffed when he saw me whilst the Destroyer looked at me with curiosity. I blew out some smoke and stepped into the light. "You're lucky you're not dead mate, I'm sure Destroyer could crush you instantly if he wanted to. In fact, I'm not sure why he hasn't already." I stepped closer to the two until I was face to face with the trainer who was conveniently my height.

Ean turned to look at her, then roared, "She's not dead! How could she be dead? It's impossible!" The doctor he brought stepped forward, shook his head, and said, "Mr. Smith, I'm sorry, but she's gone. There are no vital signs." At that moment, the gatekeeper hurriedly ran over, "Mr. Smith, the surveillance footage was destroyed, but our people have been guarding the main entrance the whole time!" Ean was dumbfounded. If that was the case, it meant that I had entered an operational freezer that day! He roared at everyone around him, "You call this watching over her?"

Shattered Mate Bond: False Alarm Aiden pov The training dummy exploded under the force of my hit, stuffing erupting across the gym floor. Dad raised an eyebrow but didn't comment—I'd already destroyed three of them this session. "Again," he commanded. "And this time, control your strength. You're supposed to be learning precision, not demolition." I moved to the next dummy, forcing myself to focus. Alpha training had resumed three days ago, and I was rusty. Distracted. Half my mind was always on Sera, even when I was trying to concentrate.

Dalton’s POV The sound of fists colliding echoed across the training grounds long before the sun fully claimed the sky. Dust rose with every fall. Sweat burned into open cuts. The scent of iron and dominance lingered thick in the air. I liked it that way. Controlled chaos. Measured brutality. Preparation. Because something is coming.