Trainers In Oblivion Novels & Stories

"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

I’d poked myself more than five times with the darts, God knows what kind of disaster awaited me with a knife in hand. “Starting today,” Adrian said, ignoring my response entirely, “Romano will no longer be training you.” My stomach sank. Adrian gestured to the man who’d entered with him. “Meet Dead Ted. He’ll be your trainer from now on and will continue training you until I say otherwise.” Dead Ted? “I don't need a new trainer?” I said, crossing my arms. “Romano’s a go… goodish trainer,” I added, glancing up at the new guy. My eyes widened as I took him in, quickly concluding that he wasn’t remotely trainer material.

I kept thinking about her while we were training. The training we received was intense, to say the least. Our trainers were none other than my adoptive father and my uncle Daryl, both of whom were strict with everyone. They pushed us to our limits, especially Logan and Hunter. While Logan and Hunter were good fighters, they would have failed if they were lazy. Despite the intensity of the training, it was still fun, and we learned a lot from our trainers.

There was no way they could finish it—especially the chubby one. I had noticed how fragile she was. She looked big, but one glance into her eyes revealed weakness. I hoped she survived the training. She probably knew her own limits, which explained why she had been training so rigorously in the cold. After finishing my morning rituals, I headed to the training field and took my seat on the elevated platform reserved for the squad of Alphas. Liam, Jack, Paulo, and Archie each addressed the crowd of eager trainees. Finally, Elder Xan stepped forward.

I put a hand up for her to stop, "I understand, you didn't know, so it's all good." They all let out a breath and this time I did laugh loudly, until the female trainer came walking over, "you must be Veronica Caspo? I'm Gamma Willow the female's trainer." I look at her with surprise, "oh, I'm use to the Beta's training." Her brow archs at me, "what Beta's," she looks over at the men trainers, "they're all Alpha's," she scoffs, "you have been gone a while haven't you or didn't you know they were Alpha's?"

“This training will be conducted in the courtyard. You will not be the only attendee, so I expect you not to embarrass me. Several trainees of the guard will also be taking the training.” “I understand,” I say, relieved. “I’ll do my best.” “Do better than that,” Caleb says and lists another name. My annoyance immediately returns. Later, when summoned for the warrior training, I head out into the courtyard. There, in a far corner, blessedly away from the pit where I had nearly been whipped, I find the Pitmaster, who looks younger than I remember. Though I’ve never seen her in sunlight before. Several guard trainees are already there, each flexing or showing off with backflips or handstands. T

he said “Training?” “Yes, we missed the first set, so come on the next set of trainers would be starting soon” he was carrying the bag Lois usually carried, it must be real then, she followed Nate to the training center, she saw some group of teens on the field, they were like 30 of them and a huge guy was standing in front of them. ‘That is Whales, he is the instructor, and head of warriors” Nate told her as they got in line at the back, he the bag he was carrying beside.

Using my peripherals, I’m looking for the best way to escape. “You don’t fight anyone, but us and Sierra at group training and the Luna and a few warriors during advanced training. None of us have sparred with you in a way to leave marks like that and some of them are older, before we started training with you. You wanna try again, Skylar?” Oliver’s deep voice and menacing look stalls my breathing as he stalks towards me, the rest of the guys have followed suit. He was built to be an interrogator.

Lady Everly and the female trainers exchange pleasantries before she takes her leave. “Now, shall we begin” One of the trainers with blonde hair packed in a bun command, with her hands behind her. “My name is instructor Anna. These are my colleagues; Haylee, Mavis, Zoey and Joye. Now, we’re supposed to be individually assigned to you but we’ve decided to assess your skills collectively for a start. Afterwards, the instructor who believes she can polish your skills would choose you and there, your real training begins. Is that understood?”

Her grief and anger fueled her training, as she channeled her emotions into each strike, vowing to avenge her pack and bring justice to those responsible. Tristan's training was equally intense. He moved with a raw, unbridled energy, his fists clenched as he unleashed his frustrations on the training dummies. The memories of his family's betrayal and the loss of his pack were a constant weight on his shoulders, driving him to push harder, faster, and with more determination. Cora and Tristan trained side by side, pushing each other to their limits. They didn't speak much, but their shared understanding was evident in their eyes. They were united in their goal to uncover the truth and seek ju