Oblivion Destruction Training Novels & Stories

“Then let’s start.” Silas nodded once. “Outside. The training grounds are empty at this hour.” Riven cracked his knuckles. “Good. I hate an audience.” ------------------------------------------------------ ( THE TRAINING GROUNDS ) The air outside the sanctum was colder, the sky still trapped between night and dawn. The grounds were lit by a few scattered lanterns, most flickering from the aftershocks of last night’s breach. Kyren took the lead. “We’re focusing on three things, defense, control, and resistance.”

Licking his lips like he’s dying to taste him. My hands curl into fists at my side. I force my head forward and keep walking. I’m doing this for him. He wants to be dismantled. He needs it. And if I don’t learn how to do it right, I’ll put him in a hospital. A stray memory of the training camp in the Urals flashes through my mind, uninvited and sharp. The snap of bone under a boot. The metallic smell of blood on snow. The boy I failed. I know how to destroy things. It’s what I was built for. I was trained to find the weak point in a human body and apply maximum pressure until it gives out.

The ability development training room was tranquil, with an array of potted plants scattered across the spacious interior. The fifty-three members of the special training camp were deeply engrossed in performing a series of peculiar movements. These exercises were derived from the Alliance Universal Gene Training Method, a set of practices meticulously devised over generations by former extraordinary beings, in collaboration with the most advanced artificial intelligence of the Alliance, which had gathered vast amounts of data for collective analysis. By performing these precise movements, the participants stimulated their genetic chains, activating them into a more dynamic state, enabling t

An angry alpha was obviously a warning sign. Deamian walked beside me as we walked through the outside training area and then I led him inside towards the indoor training centre. There were about ten different rooms which were each divided into three sections. Beginners, intermediate and warriors. Each were technology controlled and created a life like simulation of various battle and conflict situations. There were also torture simulation rooms which were for elite soldiers to ensure their loyalty was solely to the pack. "Wow, you've really changed this from one huge training room to a state-of-the-art training building! I'm impressed." He said nodding his head in approval.

Ivan folded his arms against his chest and replied, “This is a part of our training.” What kind of training was that to break bones first to check healing abilities? I was an omega, not a Lycan like them. I shut my eyes when Ivan got closer to me. I could only pray for someone to save me from these ruthless trainers. His hands slid over my skin, a mocking, gentle rub that made my blood run cold. Then, he drew back, his fist a blur as it aimed for my bone. “Let's set go—" Before his blow could land, the massive training hall gates slammed open.

Caius's POV The Blackthorn training ground was a vast and imposing facility, divided into four distinct sections, each designed to test and hone different aspects of a warrior's skills. The Black Room was a dimly lit, soundproof chamber designed to simulate the most intense and realistic combat scenarios. The walls were padded with thick, black leather, and the floor was covered with a soft, shock-absorbing material. The room was equipped with advanced technology. The Machinery Room was an area filled with an array of advanced training equipment. There were rows of steel machines, each designed to test strength, agility, and endurance. Some machines simulated sword fights, while others mimic

I snapped at the ceiling, “need to stop waking me up like you’re the world’s oldest alarm clock.” Brenda dimmed threateningly. “Fine. I take it back. Please don’t drop a ceiling beam on me.” Lucien cleared his throat. “Shall we begin?” “Not emotionally, but go ahead.” --- The training hall aka Lucifitness looked like the set of a historical drama where everyone dies tragically. Weapons everywhere. Broken mirrors. Dust thick enough to qualify as a blanket. “This is where I trained myself,” Lucien said proudly. “It smells like generational trauma,” I replied.

“After all, when you’re trying to gather data in a hostile environment, one needs to realize what they need to stay focused on. How do you think Holden was able to get so much data off the Raze’s computer and downloaded with not only the Raze shooting, but shifters coming at all directions? Training. So, I did the simulations with the rest of the people in my company, doing drills until I was finally able to pass with flying colors.” “But those days are over, aren’t they?” Cillian asked. “You’re not planning on doing that again?” “I don’t think so,” I answered. “Being in Moon Valley certainly has relaxed me.” I hoped Cillian caught on to the sultry and seductive thoughts creeping into my min

the Queen dismissed, and quietly the advisors nodded and left her chamber. ~ Back in the vast, barren training grounds of the Western Region, preparations for the impending war were ongoing. Hundreds of soldiers moved in unison, their bodies glistening with sweat as they trained under the scorching midday sun. Dirt and sweat mixed with the exhaustion on their faces, but none of them showed signs of stopping. They were driven not by discipline or loyalty but by the dark magic that pulsed through their veins — the Bloodstone Amulet’s grip, coupled with the Soulbane Drug had ensured their compliance. Their bodies would only stop when it was about to drop or when they were at the brink of dehydr

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.