Oblivion Master Trainers Novels & Stories

His focus was on damage — hit hard, move on, let the next wave clean up. It was brutal, but smart. He didn’t stop moving, always targeting the biggest wolves he could find and tearing them to pieces — Maximus and Conor fought the same way, their rhythm deadly and synchronized. They weren’t just warriors. They were hunters trained for war. In the end, it made sense. Percival was trained by Grabiel, who learned from Maximus — the elder Maximus, not the current Alpha. And both Maximus and Conor were trained by him too. That bloodline of training came straight from the cruelest Alpha the world had ever known — a ruthless, calculating monster. He may be dead, but his methods lived on through them

It was the last step in proving yourself, showing your loyalty, and showing you believed in what they were doing… Even if you didn't truly believe in it. None of us had any idea what this rite of passage entailed until we were in the ceremony room. Right there, in front of everyone, you had to be fucked by the master trainers and master guards. Master was the highest level you could be. It's like the commander of his army or the Captain of his team. There were five of us graduating, fourteen master trainers and guards. Standing around the room were the witnesses there to watch. It added to the trill for them, and added to our humility.

Despite feeling the overwhelming aura and having no strength to resist, Olivia gritted her teeth and said, "Sir, it'll be difficult for you to find my master. He passed away a few months ago." "In that case, you can directly become my disciple. I'm Wilcox Saber, the sect master of the Sword Sect. I've only taken two disciples in my life, both of whom are currently training within the sect. "If you agree, you'll be my last disciple. How about it?" Wilcox's expression softened slightly, but his aura remained oppressive as if he was deliberately pressuring Olivia. As Olivia was about to buckle under the pressure, Blake waved his hand, and Wilcox's aura disappeared instantly.

Training. Month after month, masters were built, killers where created, calamity were crafted. By then, many of their people were already infatuated with them and not just following out of family bond and love anymore. Some even secretly worship the two in their hearts but never voiced it out. With their years of training and that year of "die or be transformed" training, by the end of the year they were all changed to the core and the two strongest amongst them were known, Shane and Sean. They where extremely good looking young men but their skills made people shudder and that pretty face of theirs became pretty face of nightmare.

Paul asked his master as the old man took him in an underground chamber. "There will be a time you will feel betrayed, when that day comes......then you will become one with the sword of Samurai." "I don't understand you master. Who's going to betray me?" "That you have to find out yourself. I am only telling you what I see in your palm. You trust too much." The master said and opened a room filled in darkness. He clapped his hand once and candles lit started burning, lighten up the dark chamber. In it were ten Samurai's statues and in their front was a drum. "I have not brought anyone here except you. Do not reveal this place to anybody." He said and Pointed at the statues. "The day you sha

The orc scoffs and leaves. The master’s eyes now focus on the group at hand with Mudbrew seeing to it that Scar left and then waits on the sidelines. “All of you for the past months have shown promise in the fields of combat and specialties.” The dog along the side of Forevine comes over and sits down by its owner’s side. “With that being said, you should all be congratulated for the harsh training that both me and the general have placed on you. You all will be the strongest generation of new hunters that the Circle has seen in some time.” Her eyes narrow to Troy and then to Lutas. After a moment of staring them down, she trails off to the others. “However, the ceremony in which you become

"From today onward, you shall be named The Ten Heaven Masters." "Thank you, Sect Master." Everyone was delighted with the new names. "Darryl sighed. He had drunk too much; he walked to the restroom to wash his face so that he could sober up. The Elysium Gate was finally on its right track. Henry B-General, formerly known as Ocean and River Powter, were Level Three Master Generals. The Four Warlords and Wind Rain Thunder Power were Level One Master Generals, and the Ten Heaven Masters were Master Generals too. The power of Elysium Gate was terrifying.

Compared to this, building up his strength wasn't as urgent right now. The Giantborns were advancing rapidly, too. They had all reached Nebular Realm now. Though Felix could still handle them easily, it didn't change the fact that their potential was terrifying. The next day, after the Giantborns left, Felix was about to say goodbye as usual when Viggo stopped him. "Wait. I want to tell you something. Since it's been a year, you deserve to know my title—I am the Voidmaster." The Voidmaster? Felix had never heard the name before, but it sounded impressive. "Is there anything you'd like to share with me about, sir?"

I sucked him dry, his cock pulsing weakly as he surrendered the last of his cream. "Very creative," Master said, when I removed my finger. He rubbed his ass. "I almost regret setting that contest." "I was desperate, sir. I hate the Slave Trainer. I only wish I'd come up with the idea before five minutes was up." "I had no idea what the hell you were doing. I thought we were losing for sure," Lisa said. "It worked though. As far as I'm concerned, I owe you one, or twenty." "I know you hate the Trainers, which is why they're so fun to use. It makes you positively frantic. Still you only have to wear them through one battery cycle. I'll turn it on just before I leave. Come here, you. Give your

Oliver had been bragging about the psychic grandmaster and praising the grandmaster to the moon and back. He also claimed that the grandmaster could be traced back to the Bowen Dynasty thousands of years ago. The 'grandmaster' title had been passed down from generation to generation, and the grandmaster's powers were boundless. As long as the grandmaster used his powers, Hilda and her party members would be completely wiped out, all the ghosts and monsters would have to retreat, and the Smith Group would quickly return to normal.