Oblivion Destruction Training Novels & Stories

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.

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

Alvin immediately wore Luther's security man uniform in exchange for his. His men pulled out the body of the dead security man and Alvin replaced him. He was walking as if he was the security man assigned to that area and he can now move freely. He smirks while talking to himself.."Welcome to hell Luther... Kristina, here I come haha!" He lits his cigarette while walking along that area. His men are now dispersed in different positions and started to destroy CCTVs in different locations. Luther who was also inside the monitoring room saw how the cameras were blocked out one by one.

Much less, a man with more than a decade of actively fighting and I knew for certain he had been training everyday. Even during those times we were happy together. The thought instantly extinguished from my mind when he delivered a blow it my shoulder that sent my wolf whimpering with tears in our eyes. Through my side view, I watched as some of the rogues tried to come forward and defend me, but the guards held them back and began to hit them into submission. I could see the look of surprise on their faces when they realized those were the same rogues as before.

JUST GETTING STARTED The training ground behind the compound had seen a lot of mornings. It had seen Damien push his pack through drills in the dark, cold ground and no complaints. It had seen Cole and Jace go at each other until one of them couldn't stand. It had seen Marco move through formations alone at dawn like a man conducting a private conversation with violence. It had absorbed years of preparation — quiet, relentless, serious preparation for threats that came and threats that didn't and threats that were still on their way.

I quickly get up and have a shower and then put on some of my training clothes that consisted of some leggings and a vest top and my trainers and I go find Arizer and Scarlet at the training ground. I stand at the side seeing Arizer go hand to hand with one of the wolves who was still in his human form. This is when I realised how much Arizer had been holiding back when fighting with me, seeing him move was amazing and unbelieveable. He moved with such speed, power and grace and he knew exaclty what he was doing. The wolf charged at him and he easily dodged the blows that came towards him. He shot out a few jabs and they all landed where they werew targeting. The wolf stumbled back and let o

Gildeon had gone into town to buy supplies, leaving the three of them behind. Yadira was deep in the middle of her routine, swinging her blade at the practice dummies surrounding her. She triggered hidden traps laid under the trees—rolling logs, swinging targets, falling dummies—and dodged each one with grace. Gildeon had set up the entire training course in the backyard. It was a maze of traps and obstacles designed to push them harder. He’d said it was loosely modeled after the training grounds in Shamibar. Though those included poisonous insects, aggressive flora, and much rougher terrain. The kind of place, he’d said, where pain was part of the lesson.

“Ritual combat. Blood dueling. Speed doctrine.” Alejandro listened without interruption. “Witchcraft battlegrounds. Spell-breaking. Counter-sigil footwork.” A flicker of excitement sparked despite himself. “And rogue warfare,” Inferno finished. “Terrain dominance. Asymmetric violence.” Alejandro hummed in understanding. “So I can train them.”