Trainers In Oblivion Novels & Stories

The thought of the open world without a single person at my back felt like a death sentence. I didn’t look away. I watched his spine stiffen as I spoke. "I don't know what I'm doing," I said. My voice cracked, but I hardened it. "Cain is my trainer. I’m not going anywhere without people I trust." My father’s eyes were chips of ice. "In their current state, they are unstable. Distracted. They’re useless to you." "Those are my terms," I snapped.

Director Arlo stood before Tristan, a hint of approval in his eyes. "Your performance in the Tracking Skills Test was impressive. You've demonstrated adaptability, resourcefulness, and compassion." Tristan nodded, his senses still heightened from the ordeal. Director Arlo's voice cut through the silence, his eyes gleaming with intensity. "Now, it's time for your next challenge, Tristan—Stealth and Infiltration Training." Tristan's instincts quickened, his senses heightening as he anticipated the difficulties ahead. This training would push him to master the shadows, to become a ghost.

The training grounds also housed state-of-the-art equipment and obstacle courses designed to challenge and push our limits. Alpha Darwin introduced me to our esteemed training instructor, Marcus, who had been instrumental in guiding our pack members to achieve their fullest potential. Marcus, a seasoned warrior himself, emphasized the importance of discipline and teamwork in our training sessions. He explained how our physical prowess and unity as a pack were vital for our survival and success.

Marcus was in a rage, and seeing that the two students could barely hold onto him, the trainer asked for Damon and James to jump in as well. They managed to somehow immobilize him, and he was taking deep breaths to calm down while Tyson was checked over by the trainer and sent somewhere else with the two students that helped him. As my group silently watched everything that had just happened, a voice startled. “I was wondering where you all were.” Our trainer, Mr. Hipin, stood behind us with his arms crossed over his chest. He gave us all a stern look and we felt ashamed for being caught. “This will earn you ten more laps around the field, and make it a sprint,” Mr. Hipin ordered.

“They’re— they’re faster than they should be!” Tora gave a mock solemn nod. “You’ll thank me later. Tiny Primals are the ultimate trainers. They sneak in agility, reflexes, and sheer terror in a single package. Plus, they’re cute, which is basically cheating.” Jax added, smirking, “And relentless. Like the creatures we’re training against—minus the teeth… hopefully.”

Her voice carried authority and charisma, even Cassie could feel it “Wow….I will be glad to train with you both..” She grinned “I’m not sure about that…you will have a personal trainer being a new intake. Perhaps Scorpion or Dragon will train you…” Jane noted “Oh….what of Brittany…or you…can’t you train me” She pouted. Jane chuckled “Nope….although we can, during our leisure time, but the clan members with high ranks will be the tutors of the trainees, at first start” Jane explained as she nodded. They finished their meals in no time and set out to start their trainings.

The confrontation with Jeremy was no longer a distant threat lurking in the background—it was an approaching storm, darkening the horizon with every passing hour. Each training session had become a grueling test of endurance and willpower. Travis pushed his body beyond its limits, his muscles aching from relentless drills and sparring matches. His every movement was fueled by an unyielding vow to protect Lena, their son Logan, and the entire Dusk Hunters pack. The sharp clang of steel meeting steel echoed through the training grounds, accompanied by the barked command of stewards and the grunts of determination. The absence of Jasper, now on his own perilous quest, was a dull ache in the bac

“And we watch what they build.” Training started in the dimmest corner of the main hall rather than the open courtyard. Malrick and Sylvie faced five recruits: Rylan, Kira, the silent hunter Fen, and the twins Liv and Tor. The rest of the pack pretended not to watch, but curiosity thickened the air. Malrick spoke first, voice rough as grinding stone. “This work is not about strength. Strength without sense gets you killed quickly. This is about silence, stillness, and seeing what others miss.”

Lix stood next to us with her Kitsune blade tugged in an X shape behind her fight gear. “Right?” Lix sneered. “It’s like they are trying to get us killed on purpose.” Professor Bengal continued. “You have today and tomorrow to train. Hence why your training would be excessive. Remember the rules, three taps to surrender.” With that, he took a step back. Ivella and Kamari stood next to each other, Leon paired with a girl I didn’t recognize. Theon and Cole. All section and ward leaders were probably here to help their wards train. The Gemini twins had no reason to be here, but who was I to judge?

Brynn said with a dark chuckle at the end. I could only imagine the pain that the parents were in as their pup was in a coma. It would destroy me to see Mira or Kalen like that. However, I was very pleased that they were from Coverstone, allowing their Alphas to really cause some pain in the form of interrogation. The three of us were laughing at that fact as we made our way towards the training field. Mike and Tris were leading this advanced session. It was warrior training, so it was not something we led. Those two were brutal instructors though and definitely did a great job at it.