Oblivion Master Trainers Novels & Stories

Them hunters can survive and earn as they wish. Still... He felt more stupid for having to ask for favor when he can just snatch the property away. Too bad, being manipulative through the eyes isn't included in their blood capability. Their creators thought they would eventually just become full vampires if they acquire all the strengths of a bloodsucker and neglect their sole purpose of being hunters.... Shame. Dayanne was relieved when she saw Clayton inside a new and blue pick-up truck. She already knew it was him since he already included it on their call earlier.

“D*mn it! Who are these people? Why did several masters in the Third-grade ultimate god-level appear?” The remaining disciples of the Bloodshed Clan were appalled at how sudden everything changed. One second ago, they did not pay much notice toward these men who barged into the sacred grounds, but who would have thought that so many masters of the ultimate god-level would rush out the next second. There were five masters in the Third-grade ultimate god level and one of them was in the Fourth-grade ultimate god level. This caused them to be instantly stunned.

“That’s right! Tristan is the future Grandmaster and he will be on equal footing with these elders. Of course, he would be the center of attention today. Even if you have a slight chance to be a Grandmaster, your ancestor would definitely give you all of his attention as well.” “We are talking about a Grandmaster here! Don’t ever think about it in this life. If I could transcend to reach Earth rank, my ancestor would probably give thanks to God.” Some people were happy but some people were upset when the two Grandmasters came out. Alex’s gaze became dull like an abyss. His fingers stroked against the runes on the Stake of Exorcism, immediately coming up with a plan. Facing the two Grandmaste

Evelyn replied, her voice neutral. “If you ever want to learn to ride, I give private lessons.” He winked. “I guarantee it would be an… unforgettable experience.” I took a step forward. “She already has someone to teach her.” I replied, my voice a contained growl. “And you already have enough students. Don’t you, Trainer?” My eyes flashed. Just a spark. Just enough. The trainer stepped back two paces, stammered something about “other commitments” and disappeared. “Were you going to kill him?” Evelyn looked at me, arms crossed.

It seemed like he had returned back to his youth. Caspian was impressed. "An innate grandmaster?" It seemed that Charles had hidden his true power all along. He was an innate grandmaster who was one step above the eternal grandmasters that served him. A man of his caliber could have provided great service to South Aridlands. It was especially rare to find innate grandmasters within Diatoran. Caspian was surprised that Charles was, in fact, a professionally trained fighter. Charles had to expose his true strength only because his life was on the line.

he enquired, Lora said, "No, only my brother is." “And what are you looking to sign up for, young man?” We have the best training services available. We provide special training for mages if you're interested in learning more about your gift if you have one. As instructors, we have master elemental mages at your disposal. We still have masters in martial arts and fighting, such as the three of us here,” he said. “I want to be a swordsman,” Jrue said as he took a step forward. “Wonderful selection. Boltra Souza, my brother, is the master of class charger, which includes swordsmanship. He'll be a great teacher,”

The plan successfully culminated in Olivia's arrest, facilitated by Putter and Miho's combined submission move. Meanwhile, within the concealed arena of River Orchid Studio, Team B faced another of Donkey's executives, Herick. His mastery of Lost Wisdom, 'Biolinkage', allowed him to manipulate others through eye contact, controlling their own organs. Taleo, skilled in hypnosis, inadvertently made direct eye contact, further complicating the situation. Jezebel and Gabrielle confronted an influx of potent underground fighters, leading Vartyss to request reinforcements from Sylvan.

I don’t do subtle. We met outside in the hall, all of us dressed and still slightly sleep ruffled. The boys looked like sin in motion. Bastards. “By the way,” Kalyx said as we walked. “Headmaster came by after you passed out. He left a message.” I raised a brow. “Yeah?” He lowered his voice. “Tharion Duskveil has offered to train you.” “…Who?” Zephyr choked on air. “You don’t...? Rowyn! Tharion. Duskveil. The Ash himself. Five magics. Leads the entire Ashen Directive. Basically a godblood boogeyman.”

"I wouldn't say I'm obsessed with her. It's just that, in my eyes, among the younger generation of the eastern plains, only Umbra is truly my equal, my only worthy rival." "And what about Waylon?" "He's talented, but he's still behind." Brantley shook his head without hesitation. "What about Egan or Micah?" "Even worse." "Are you saying there are no hidden prodigies in the eastern plains?" Brantley chuckled. "Three years ago, I traveled across the entire plains, seeking out reclusive masters. Many of them indeed had disciples, but I fought them all and never lost once." "Impressive!" The woman clapped her hands in admiration. "But I doubt Umbra is your match, either. She's just a woman, afte

Axel, a skilled warrior, offered valuable insights. "The Order exploits weakness," Axel warned. Tristan's mind racing, strategies formed. Ruby, an expert in arcane magic, stood beside him. "Focus your energy," Ruby guided. Tristan's hands glowed with soft blue light. Instructor Lyrien observed, wise eyes shining. "Your unique abilities hold great potential," Lyrien said. Tristan's growth accelerated. Days blurred together filled with intensive training. There were late-night study sessions. Tristan forged Camaraderie with Axel and Ruby.