Trainers In Oblivion Novels & Stories

The trainers. We draw closer, and I can’t help but stare at the two men standing next to Tobias, Felix, Baxter, Jasper, and Marcus. These must be the Elite trainers. They’re absolutely massive, with physiques that would put most warriors to shame. The taller one has a build so immense I’m fairly sure his bicep is the same size as my thigh. His short, dark hair glints under the sun, and his expression is a blend of calm authority and quiet amusement. The shorter one, no less intimidating, has an air of no-nonsense intensity, his sharp gaze scanning the group like a hawk. His scowl deepens as he notices us approaching.

He said before turning around himself and looking at each of the members behind him. “Cain and Abel back here are the lead trainers in combatives. They will teach you the most up-to-date ways to not only kill your opponent, but will also train you in how to detain your opponent. Their mates, Remington and Reign, are your instructions in modern weapons and homeopathic medicine.” He said, and the four stepped forward and watched as the very pregnant women were tucked in tightly to each of them men. After a couple of seconds, they stepped back into line.

The trainers are off the rink, trying to get to Trevor or stop me. “GET BACK KIDDO! HEY, GET BACK!”

“You know, there’s talk of you being dangerous. That you’re not really... you anymore.” “I’m still Mira.” Valen studied her face. “That may be, but are you still one of us?” She met his gaze. “Are you here to welcome me or test me?” “Why not both?” he replied, eyes gleaming. Behind them, the pool rippled—without wind. In Training Room Seven, Ophelia, Carl, and Tobias ran simulations. But every few minutes, their environment would glitch. Objects would flicker. Terrain would shift unexpectedly. Targets would multiply.

He is aware of his own strength. "Agents!" Andrius shouted, indication that the training will begin at any moment on his command. They lined up themselves, facing each other. Jake and the other trainers started observing them. "Oh my gosh, he is here!" Vanessa excitedly exclaimed, acting like a high school girl sees her crush on the campus while having a flag ceremony, her eyes seems shining while looking at the man beside Jake. Kanus, the trainer of physical combat battles. Vanessa always wants to see him whenever there is this kind of training as this guy was just showing up every first week of the month. He was busy taking missions to other countries as he used to go there when he was not

“Push-ups! Go!” Collins dropped, palms slamming against the frozen ground. His arms screamed before he even reached fifty. The trainers stalked the rows like wolves, barking numbers, kicking dirt at anyone who slowed. By the time Collins hit one hundred, his chest felt like it was caving in. His arms shook violently. He glanced to his left—two fighters were already lying flat, trainers dragging them out of the line. “One-ten!” the trainer roared. Collins bit his lip until he tasted blood and pushed.

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.

Jake said. “That is good,” Anna said. “Yep, we would be training in a group. It would be good if we get one of the special trainers. I heard they are the best,” April said. “Of course we will get one of the special trainers, who knows we may get the number one as we have the highest grade so far,” Beverly said as she flipped her hair. “Congrats then,” Anna said before turning to her phone. She wondered how Davis was doing, she was worried that he wouldn’t do well. He was always slower on the equipment than her but was excellent at defense and offense. She continued the game she was playing before her number was shown.

Owen shot back contemptuously. "I know respect is earned and right now you don’t deserve any. Now I think it’s high time I show you how to overpower someone bigger than you. Owen care to step over here?" I said, ignoring his remarks. He scoffed and walked to the front. ‘Raven. He’s strong. And fucking fast…’ Taylor said through the link. ‘I don’t care.’ I replied coldly. I didn’t get here for no fucking reason. "It seems some of you think me being your trainer is a joke, or that my personal life somehow has anything to do with you all." I said coldly, glaring at the few men who had snickered along with Owen. "I’ll show you exactly how I got this position."

Marvel Hayes has one rule: never let an alpha control him. As a Pure Omega and the CEO of Hayes Biotech, Marvel has spent his entire life fighting the society that treats omegas as nothing but breeders. He wants nothing to do with child birth so he created a secret serum, designed to permanently destroy his regenerative womb, the key to his freedom and he is close to success when three alphas enter his life.  Crown Prince Alaric wants an heir and will stop at nothing to claim Marvel as his bride. Kai Harrington, the billionaire tycoon and Marvel's biotech rival, wants control and will destroy everything Marvel has built to get it. And Dmitri Moretti, the gentle stranger Marve