Oblivion Heavy Armor Training Novels & Stories

Hundreds of eyes rise. “I have fought Leo. I have fought Damon. I have walked through Morwein’s illusions and I have risen from the ruin of two wars.” … and two lifetimes, I don't say that out loud… I tighten my grip on the blade. “I am still your Alpha. And I will not let this darkness take a single one of you.” A hush of reverence sweeps the field. I continue: “For the next weeks, you will train under three divisions: Scent Trackers, Spirit Warders, and Shadow Scouts. You will learn to detect magical corruption, to resist illusions, and to fight enemies you cannot see.”

The one he was to wear one day. He didn’t like the weight of armor, so he generally wore his chain mail over bare skin, which I’m sure pinched and bit. But he didn’t care. His thick, tanned arms jutted from the metal, and he’d duck, swiping with blades. Puncturing holes in the padded tunics of those he trained with. Teaching them how to evade while also practicing his attack. He swung up a leg and kicked the man across the padded chest, making him stumble backward.

"Are you going to keep making yourself less than who you are? I will not let you. No one gets it right the first or the second or the third or even the fiftieth time. What matters is passion, consistency and self confidence. You need to train to be able to control your shape shifting abilities and also train your mind to avoid being mentally manipulated." "But everyone is experienced already." "Which is why you'd be joining the junior team. I want you to get ready for this evening's training." "I don't have a costume. I've seen them train." "I will make sure two exact combat clothing are provided for you. Athena, once she settles all tomorrow will have your time because I'll talk to her, oka

“They use predictive Mathematics. Their Envoys calculate the trajectory of your blade, the acceleration of your heartbeat, and the shift in your center of gravity before you even think about swinging. These scramblers are the 'Chaos Variable.' They use the twins’ erratic, non-linear gold pulses to inject noise into the Architects’ sensors. To the machine-mind, our army won't look like a line of soldiers; we’ll look like a flickering, unpredictable glitch in the planetary Matrix.” ​As the first units of armor were distributed to the Tundra-Wolves, the atmosphere on the island underwent a profound psychological shift. We were no longer a disorganized group of scared, flickering survivors hidin

The heavy gauntlet emitted a wide disc of kinetic energy that not only protected the Lieutenant but the two other voltiirs behind him. “Hunker, aim, fire!” The DragonWolves rested barrels of their staeves on their shields, holding their heavy weapons with one hand as they took aim at the training golems that were firing back at them. The air began to crackle with floating arcane sigils as they released the plasma volts from the staeve. As with the Ward Stones, the golems fell fast. Their circular anthropoid frames crumbling as the projectiles hit their mark. Froster couldn’t tell how many were sent, he left that part of the training drills up to the Captain’s whims. The squad could have rece

The guards followed silently behind us, along with my ever-watchful Beta. Once inside, I changed into my training gear: a sleeveless black tunic that hugged my torso, paired with dark leather trousers reinforced with subtle armored panels at the thighs and knees. My boots were laced tightly and strapped with silver-buckled guards, worn from years of training but still sturdy. A leather wrist guard wrapped around my left arm, while my right bore the mark of the Alpha the symbol of leadership and strength. Sylvia smiled approvingly as we stepped out, and together we walked toward the training ground, unaware of the quiet ache growing in my chest—one that whispered a name I hadn’t seen all day.

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.

They exuded an air of discipline and readiness, embodying their duty to protect the Kingdom. "Where did they get the armour?" I asked Adam. "It came with them, handed down through the families," he answered. Richard, one of the more seasoned guard members, stepped forward, his gaze fixed on me with wholehearted respect. "Your majesty, it is an honour to have you train with us," he declared, his voice carrying the weight of tradition. "Your pack Gamma set us up for training. He will teach us various combat techniques and strategies, both offensive and defensive. We are all looking forward to learning and honing our abilities."

The Citadel's western courtyard echoed with the clash of steel as Rex and his companions trained in the afternoon sun. Three concentric circles had been marked on the flagstones with chalk—battle formations designed to maximize their individual strengths. Rex moved through the center circle, golden energy crackling along his sword as he parried attacks from multiple directions. Cassius and Dilo flanked him, their movements synchronized after hours of practice. The purple discoloration had receded from Dilo's arm, though the healers warned the void corruption had left permanent damage—a network of dark veins that glowed faintly whenever she channelled her battle rage.