Oblivion Destruction Training Novels & Stories

They humored me and laughed at my jokes. The low rumble of engines echoed faintly as a few wolves tested bikes along the outer stretch. Training had expanded, not just combat now, but mobility, coordination, formation riding. Draven insisted adaptability would keep us alive longer than brute force ever could. He stood near the edge of the field, arms folded, watching a sparring pair with sharp focus. Even from behind, his presence felt grounding. I approached quietly, but he sensed me anyway. His head turned instantly. And his expression darkened.

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.

Yes, these are all facts, though not the only reason I spend time with her, but they don’t need to know that part. “This training is new and will be groundbreaking. To train hounds that can assist someone with a disability, be it blindness like Ismene-Eirene or missing limbs that soldiers are prone to. We will be accomplishing something even Lord Apollo and Lady Athena couldn’t. So again, to be clear, we are not courting. Now drop the subject.” I commanded.

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.

"Violence is a raw material, Mathew. It only needs to be disciplined…There is nothing in the universe that can't be controlled if one has the strength or will to break it. We will mold its hunger into a weapon." Lihont turned his attention to the holding cells lining the far wall. With a flick of his wrist, the heavy iron bars of three separate cages slid open. He commands three black-eyed abominations to go into the training room, they were the second models, the ones with the distorted limbs and mindless rage, but also the fastest. They obeyed instantly, their movements jerky and unnatural as they moved toward the training room. Mathew watched them go in and his brow furrowed in worry. "My

“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.”

They were both glowing blinding white. He clapped his hands. CRACK. A singularity formed in the center of the training yard. It was a black sphere, the size of a basketball. It pulled. The broken drones were sucked in, crushed into scrap metal instantly. The grass was ripped from the soil. Volkov had to dig his claws into the turf to stop from being dragged forward. "Julian!" Ethan roared, using his Alpha Voice. "Release it!" Julian looked at his father. He was grinning. "Look, Dad! I’m holdi—"