Oblivion Heavy Armor Training Novels & Stories

“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."

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.

Flavius having fully able to adapt to the training with the first two weeks of crying. The training continued for months, to a year under the blazing sun, under the heavy rain, none of them run; none of them bail. The chanting of their names, the chanting of their likeness to their never giving in demeanor then almost five years later. The last days Flavius and Herminia definitely able to wield the Red-blooded armour. Flavius was seen, five years added to his age. His long curly hair, ribboned fillet sways in the wind. having an athletic body while in his training suit. A fainted facial hair was spotted on his cheeks.

The subterranean citadel was cold, its walls damp with the weight of forgotten wars. Ash Ravenspine stood in the center of the arena, his bare feet echoing on the stone floor as he lifted his arms to the ceiling. His body was a map of scars, each one a testament to the empire's relentless training. Every day, he erased his identity—carving fresh lines into his skin, molding his body into a weapon as sharp as his mind.

"He claims I don't respect his authority as commander. I will show the entire High Council exactly what kind of power backs his title." In the isolation of the training room, I stripped off my heavy titanium armor and drew my training blade. The weight of the steel felt grounding in my hands. I stepped onto the blood-stained concrete floor, took a deep breath, and began running through the lethal, aggressive movements of the ancient war-cadence, letting the violence of the rhythm drown out the sound of my own cracking heart.

“Now, I want everyone to group themselves into a group of two. You will be traveling to the Xeigra Branch of Camelot exobiologist forest reserve. I do advise everyone to group yourself with your best friend or someone you trust. You will need them as you expected to watch each other’s back.” “Those without a best friend or someone they trust. I can only sympathize with you.” “Everyone that survived the first phase of training receives ten marks out of 400 marks. Everyone has been informed that whoever is the best squire out of this batch of squires will receive the legendary stealth armor. Now, I must tell you that this piece of armor is of the lowest quality in the military. Don’t think it

It was a reminder of the sacrifices made by those who came before me, their valor and strength etched into every strike. With a sense of purpose, I began my training regimen. The clatter of armor being donned filled the air as I strapped on the protective gear, each piece fitting snugly against my body. The weight of the armor settled upon my shoulders, a tangible reminder of the responsibility I carried as an Alpha. It was a weight I willingly bore, for it symbolized my commitment to protect and lead my pack.