Trainers In Oblivion Novels & Stories

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

"Focus on your footwork, anticipate your opponent's moves, and strike with precision." The Gammas began their drills, practicing their punches, kicks, and blocks under Evan's watchful eye. He moved among them, offering corrections and praise when necessary, pushing them to reach their full potential. As the training session progressed, Evan's mind drifted momentarily to thoughts of his father and Derrick, who had trained in the Netherlands. He wondered how they were faring, but quickly refocused his attention on the present. Now was not the time to dwell on the past or the achievements of others. He had a responsibility to his pack and his family, and he would fulfill it with unwavering dete

" You don't fucking remember the contents because there were none. We have been wasting time in trying to rectify that fucking ego of yours and have managed to derail the whole training. You would have understood that if you had concentrated. Uma's grip was getting tighter and tighter until Mia began to choke out of the air and eventually lost consciousness. Uma then threw her body to the ground and kicked it towards Huntress, who hurriedly grabbed her. "Take her to the fucking infirmary and prepare her for tomorrow's session. I want her in tip-top shape. Once you insert her in the pod, return her to continue our spar. A fucking lousy disciple is sure to have a lousy teacher training her." "

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.”

Eva informed nonchalantly, as if she was telling the wedding plans of her third cousin—she could barely spare a thought to it, but was awfully interested in her affairs. “What exactly is this special program?” “That is different for everyone. Like I was reconnaissance and Kate in disguise. I also had to learn the skill of disguise, but no one is better than Kate. And the Boss was trained by Dimitri.” “I have heard that. That means you would need a specific trainer for a specific task.” “Pretty much. My trainer was a woman in her 60s. If I missed something, she would hit me with a stick on my foot.” She shrugged at the memory, then actually pouted.

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

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?

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.