Oblivion Destruction Training Novels & Stories

The whole training ground was filled with blood, sweat, and guts that spewed out from the respective vampires, lying lifeless on the floor. Damien had been working hard of late, making sure to train his men, the best he could, and in the most brutal way possible. He gathered as many soldiers as willing and able vampires, invited them over to the training arena, and forced them to battle it all out, to the death. This was his way of winnowing out the chaff. His way of picking out the strongest men and discarding the weak ones. In this process, the number of troops would reduce as they continued fighting, leaving out the strong and resilient, before allowing them to train more and more until h

Sara asked if she and Sylvia went through the same tribulation and their Souls were the mirror image of themselves already with the help of the Divine Tribulation. “Yes, it took me a while to become as I look right now, and even though I’m a Devine Saint, the body is still in need of strengthening when it comes to this place, so cultivate hard and utilize the Body Life Destruction cultivation so you can withstand the pressures here in the Inner World. When I get Claire and settle somewhere, I will recreate the formation and have you all come and train.” Blake explained. “Now I need to go, and I’m glad you are all safe. Sylvia, leave the Organization to me. When I return, they will not get aw

“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

"However, further training is always necessary. Especially since the Witness Protection Program is interested in working with us; first, you'll go through an obstacle course that is a combination of the course from boot camp and a three-mile Spartan Race. At the end of the course, you'll have to hike up an imitation of The Reaper. It's half the distance but just as steep. Once you reach the top, you'll suit up, grab a weapon, and begin Mission: Escape Room. You'll enter a four-story building with one way in and one way out. I've hired a SWAT team and a team of Navy SEALS that will be hiding in the building. You'll have to fight your way out. You will have seventy-five minutes to finish this

He said through gritted teeth and pushed me violently to the floor. He's foot came upon my neck and he began to choke me. This is what I've been putting up with all this years. Lando's terrible anger and I don't know what to do to avoid it. "This is the last time I'm going to warn you about bringing that bastard along with you anytime we're going for trainings. Try it next time and you'll cease to breathe." He threatened and got off me. I coughed out blood when I finally managed to get up.

Chapter 53 The training room was on the second level, one floor above the hostage cells and two floors below the surface. Obsidian had designed it himself. Not for combat training, the kind with weapons racks and impact pads that every pack maintained. This room had none of that. It had open floor space, good acoustics, and walls lined with the same material as the standing stones in the Sacred Grove, old quarried rock that conducted magic the way copper conducted heat. He used it for observation.

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.

The training room awaited, and with it, the impossible task of pretending that everything between us was perfectly, professionally normal while Damon watched our every move, looking for the crack that would expose everything. I pushed off the floor and headed downstairs, my heart hammering, because the real training was about to begin, not in healing techniques or combat medicine, but in the art of deception, and I was terrifyingly certain that all three of us were going to fail.

Now my movements were faster, more deadly in precision. The Sanctuary pulsed with quiet energy as I stretched my arms, feeling the muscle memory from my past life awaken. Reflexes alone weren’t enough. I needed speed, precision, endurance… I needed to move like I had ten lives and still survive every second of them. A new notification flickered before me: [Task: Combat Simulation — Master precision and speed. Reward: Evolution Points + Skill Upgrade] I frowned. “Simulation? I’ve trained enough already…” or so I thought. “Do not deceive yourself,” Echo’s voice curled through the mist, whispering like wind through dead leaves. “Training without challenge is like a blade left in the sheath. It