Oblivion Destruction Training Novels & Stories

“Perfect. Now let’s go turn you into a badass.” The training grounds were impressive—sophisticated without losing their raw edge. A massive open field ringed by modern equipment: reinforced sparring mats in designated circles, obstacle courses with wooden walls and ropes, weight stations with calibrated plates, and even a small covered pavilion for cooldowns and strategy talks. But beyond the polished edges, the central dirt arena remained untouched—real earth where you could roll, grapple, and get properly filthy. It felt like Nightshade: advanced, strong, but still wild at its core. Gideon was already there, stretching with a group of warriors. He waved us over, his easy grin putting me sl

Logan said, as Dawn left to return to her pack house. It's been three months since Dawn and Logan started their intense training regimen, with Dawn being a tough trainer for Logan. Dawn's experience of the training was intense, but Logan found it to be a greater distraction than anything he'd faced before. Dawn recognized Logan's distraction and understood she could defeat him effortlessly using her techniques. “Logan,” Dawn said, “you must concentrate; that last move could have been fatal.” Logan replied, "Dawn, I'm overwhelmed and trying to ignore it."

“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.”

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.

He told him again and they all bowed until he walked out of sight. Mathias and him went to the next training ground. This one was different. It was filled with more fierce and competitive warriors. Kill or get killed. That was the motto. No matter how Zenith had tried to nullify this ground, there are just some people who craved for smell of blood and the air of death, he needed them, for the time they will be needed.

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.

Hell, her reaction this morning wasn't even an overreaction if they ask him. However, her thirst for the truth will definitely put her to danger. It worries him that she might cross borders that are not meant for humans to step over. That's the main reason why hunters like him exist. They are the only ones who can move and poke their noses into human and vampire businesses. Her lights went out and he even saw her silhouette as she moved to the wall before the lights went off. That was his cue to go inside and walk upstairs. Mrs. Dawson is already waiting in front of her own unit.

My mother fell to the ground from the shove and could only stare at me in disbelief. The crowd below erupted into even greater fury. "Kill her!” "A heartless ingrate like her deserves to be torn apart!" The execution officer frowned in disgust and shoved me hard toward the Judgment Platform. I crashed hard onto the cold metal platform. Daniel dragged his crippled leg behind him as he made his way toward me, one painful step at a time. "Faith, the Memory Extraction System is still a prototype."

* **Team Orion** practiced underwater demolition, saturating aqueduct patterns with dream-silk lumens so they could navigate blind. * **Team Selene** wove psychic disruptors into battered mineshaft comm lines, ensuring Basilisk frequencies would shatter on contact. * **Team Vera & Lucien** scaled vertical walls in the Ember Hollow’s training pit, replicating the Citadel’s catwalk geometry under assault conditions. Each dusk they reconvened, sharing insights: the whisper of Magnus’s Basilisk hum, the weight of obsidian shackles in the control room, the cadence of dream-silk resonance needed to override the pulse lattices.

“Just like you, they have also trained to refine their strengths.” “The ambush clearly showcased the talents.” I complimented. He gave a curt nod as we stepped into the elevator. “I’ll show you the training bases, although I think you would prefer the top level.” A hint of teasing in his voice. Bjorn gave a short introduction to each level, the first floor was dedicated to combat training, the second floor was for survival training that was more the artistry of camouflage, and the third floor was for weaponry and explosives. Why did the Rebel’s Creed remind me of Lazarus’s training ground Neo Grave?