Trainers In Oblivion Novels & Stories

he demands, a sharp edge of indignation bleeding into his tone. "Instructors who want to ensure their students survive actual combat," I state, the memory playing out with cold, detached clarity in the back of my mind. "It was a lesson in guarding my blind spot. I failed to track the secondary weapon. The instructor made sure I never made the same mistake twice." Oliver stares at me, his hand completely still against my scar. The indignation in his eyes shifts into something darker, a quiet, horrified understanding. "You said you grew up in a training camp," he murmurs, piecing the fragments together. "How old were you when they brought you there?"

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.

Previously, this responsibility was held by Gamma Darwin, who was lost in the battle when Draven had control over Tribiano. Led by Gamma Darius, the fighters of Tribiano trained with determination. They trained in the thick forests around the town, where the tall trees offered both hiding spots and challenges. Each day, the sounds of swords clashing, fighters shouting, and bodies hitting the ground reverberated through the woods. Darius pushed them to excel, expecting nothing short of perfection. They worked on their fighting abilities, sharpened their senses, and reinforced their unity as a team. The warriors were taught to not only rely on their physical strength but also on their instinct

Over by the tables, Marcus was shaking hands with the trainers after completing his mental test for the tracking assistant role. Unlike the position for Jax’s assistant, where only Serena had the balls to stand up to the “untouchable Bracia” the other non-warrior positions had three or four people contesting for a single spot. The field was still loud with murmurs and the scratching of pencils on clipboards.

Now, in the fifth month, I had grown used to the silence he left behind. The only constant in this pack… was him. My father-in-law, Ralor. He hadn’t left, not once, and he watched me. “Again.” My body hit the ground harder this time, sand scraping against my skin as a groan slipped past my lips. “Your stance is weak,” my trainer snapped. “If this were real, you’d already be dead.” I pushed myself up, brushing dirt from my arms, jaw tightening. “Then teach me better.”

But when I reached the training grounds, even the warriors seemed to sense something was off. "Where's the trainer?" I asked one of the senior warriors, as casually as I could manage. He avoided my eyes. "Left early this morning for a meeting. Important pack business." The dismissal in his tone stung, but I nodded and took my position in the sparring circle. At least here, I could lose myself in the physical pain instead of the emotional turmoil. "Alright, Luna," called out James, a young warrior who usually delighted in putting me on my ass. "Ready for another lesson in humility?"

Ivan folded his arms against his chest and replied, “This is a part of our training.” What kind of training was that to break bones first to check healing abilities? I was an omega, not a Lycan like them. I shut my eyes when Ivan got closer to me. I could only pray for someone to save me from these ruthless trainers. His hands slid over my skin, a mocking, gentle rub that made my blood run cold. Then, he drew back, his fist a blur as it aimed for my bone. “Let's set go—" Before his blow could land, the massive training hall gates slammed open.

“Although the teams will be led by the testers, each team will have a main trainer who will call the shots when necessary. The secondary trainer will observe and keep a record of the tester's progress, skills, and errors but won’t correct a tester. If needed they will assist the main trainer to ensure the tester’s safety. The primary tester is only allowed to intervene if the safety of the team is jeopardized.” “I am guessing you already know who the primary trainer will be?” Daxton asked. “You, me, Silas, and Carter for sure. Eric,” I pointed to one of the warriors Silas brought in. “Maddison,” I redirected my index finger to point at Daxton’s cousin. “As for the other two, I will let you c

“They won't just kill you in one blow. They will toy with you, rib you limb by limb for the fun on you. Use you as a freaking board game to compete with each other. To keep it short, you will die a very slow agonizing death. They are always in caves, watching and will never make the first move. It's almost like they enjoy watching you make a fool out of yourselves first. All of you teamed together do not stand a chance against one S-level, take more of two. So avoid the caves as much as possible unless you have a death wish and if you run into one, retreat slowly, don't turn your back to it. It will get anxious, believing you have some kind of secret weapon and trust me… you don't want to ma