Oblivion Heavy Armor Training Novels & Stories

"I never thought I’d be wearing something like this at my age." Ivy May smiled, her eyes flashing with a touch of professional pride. "They’re more than just armor, Mrs. Theresa. They’re a shield. And tonight, they’re going to be the difference between victory and defeat." Oliver stood in the center of the room, his own suit—the 'King’s Armor'—being fitted by Nikolai. The suit was a deep, obsidian black, its surface etched with the same intricate patterns as his jade ring. As the final plate clicked into place, Oliver felt a sudden, powerful surge of energy. The suit was linked to the ring, a connection that seemed to amplify his senses and sharpen his focus.

Elder Roman — tall and broad, his aura fierce and unrelenting, like a mountain that could crush anything in its path. Elder Cormac — sharp-eyed and deadly, his magic coiling around him like a serpent ready to strike. And Elder Arcturus — the most silent among them, but the sheer force radiating from his body was enough to make the ground tremble slightly beneath her feet. This was not an ordinary training session. “On your feet, Livia,” Elder Caelum commanded, his tone as steady as steel. “The final phase of your preparation begins now.” Livia swallowed hard but stood tall, wiping the sweat from her brow. “Final phase?”

They were about Alpha Duiane and he was my guardian and he was in charge of my wellbeing. Dumbstruck, I walked away from the kitchen and crossed the halls, walking aimlessly to begin with, until I heard the sound of steel against steel outside. I stood, looking out from the big window overlooking the training grounds. There they were, Alpha Duiane and his men. They wore slender black armor, made to fit their bodies, their silhouettes flitting like ghosts among the battle. The ring of metal to metal carrying across the grass like a psalm to war, each strike sharp, hard, unblemished.

a deep, frantic roar echoed through the darkness. ​Before she could even steady her vision, a pair of massive, muscular arms wrapped violently around her, lifting her bodily off the cold metal floor. Julian’s raw, physical frame completely enveloped her, his large, calloused hands shaking slightly as he pulled her tight against his broad, solid chest. He wasn't wearing the simulated high-tech tungsten power armor anymore—he was in his heavy leather and Kevlar tactical combat harness, his body heat radiating through the freezing dark like a blast furnace. His gray eyes burned with a manic, territorial desperation as his fingers tangled in her hair, pinning her head against his neck with an un

“Are you planning to occupy my floor all night? Because if you keep lying there like an invitation, I might believe you are intentionally playing games with my wolf.” My throat went dry, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of an angry retort. I pushed myself up from the flagstones, dragging the heavy armor with me as I stormed straight into the adjoining washroom. Rows of black combat gear and dark leather tracksuits lined the iron racks inside. Without a second thought, I slammed the bolt shut, ripped off the suffocating ceremonial dress, and pulled on a sleek, flexible black training suit. It felt like real skin light, silent, and built for a kill. If the alpha tried to corner me ag

Hidden caches of silver-resistant armor were dug up from storage, and training resumed with renewed intensity. Archers were drilled from dawn till dusk, their arrows tipped with sharpened obsidian and infused with wolfsbane extracts in case of ambush. Gauntlets—thick, rune-etched iron bracers designed to deflect both blades and bullets—were redistributed to front-line fighters. Trap-masters, a nearly forgotten order from the First Hunt Era, were summoned back into service to lay intricate trigger snares through the outer paths of the Heartwood.

I also strengthened my arms with the morning star hammer and my legs with fire and spiked hurdles, so yes, I think I had experience with hard-core training. "No," I answered while biting my lower lip, trying to make sure I looked embarrassed. "No worries, we’ll just start with the basics then." "Why do I have to train? Is your pack always under attack?" "No. I don’t think we’ve been attacked for decades. From Alpha Aurelius to Alpha Audrius to Alpha Stone now, no one dared to touch this pack." "And why do I have to train? Is he going to make me one of his female warriors? Because I swear I’ll be useless."

Iris said, and Roger nodded. “Now, Arman, Dominic, Stavros… I need to have a balance of all the armed forces available… We need to know the headcount and level of training. Teams and designated commanders for each group,” I said, and they nodded. “Just so you know, in my realm we have worked on a special armour…” Dominic surprised me, “It is light and quite effective, but it is bulletproof, leaving very few vulnerable spots for our guys to get hit with a bullet… in this case, the serum,” he informed me, and I smirked.

Heavens, how can this even be real? Lilith is in front of us. The space is quite large, so Toby helps Damon and Gamma Bruno with physical training, along with my brothers. With the power of the bond, all our men were ordered to train intensively for the rest of the day, hand-to-hand combat, and always be ready for a surprise attack. Even requesting the duel, Jaden couldn't believe that Joshua wouldn't have some trick up his sleeve. He always seemed to be looking for a way to come out on top and win all situations unfairly.

He could feel the solar energy being stripped from his own gold-and-sapphire marrow, a rhythmic, agonizing drain that felt like his soul was being pulled through a needle's eye. The construct didn't answer with words. It raised a hand, and a wave of "Purified Fire" swept through the training grounds. The remaining warriors of the pack, the "Genesis Legion" that Kaelen had just created, were thrown back like leaves in a furnace. Only the Obsidian Vanguard stood their ground, their blackened bone-armor smoking as the violet crystal visors struggled to filter the brilliance.