Trainers In Oblivion Novels & Stories

The Supernatural world was in chaos and everyone disagreed with each other. "Good. Focus on fortifying our defenses and speed up the training process of the new trainees. We must be more prepared than before and as much as possible prevent the past from happening again." The three men's gaze darkened. No matter how much they wished to forget the past it will always remain in their memories. The doors bursts open and Eris growled at the person disturbing their meeting. The vice-commander of the trainees platoon was gasping for air. There was a scared look on his face and the man's complexion paled as if he's seen a ghost.

’ Zanthe reminds me, her tone calm and knowing. ‘Shit, you’re right,’ I admit. The new recruits would’ve only just started this week. I don’t recognise any of them from Night Howlers, which means they probably came through the King’s Tournament instead. Their training would only be as hard as their packs made it—and not all packs are Blood Moon. We run back onto the training field, and I glance toward the camp end. The obliterator’s set up, and there are groups circled around sparring. The sight makes me grin. Goddess, I really might get to see them at some point.

When S‑03 overcommitted to a kick, Lys slid in under it and swept her standing leg—an ugly, effective motion that felt entirely too much like how Dima had taught her to take down larger opponents. She didn’t remember Dima. Her body did. S‑03 hit the mat a second time. “Enough,” the trainer said. “Range.” *** The firing line reeked of oil and heated metal. Pistols, carbines, and modular rigs lined the racks in neat, satisfying rows. The trainer plucked a sidearm free and tossed it. Lys’s hand closed around the grip without looking, fingers finding the right place, thumb releasing the safety in a single, fluid movement.

Lucy continued, her lips quivering, “Did I do something wrong?” Elijah raised a brow, then turned to Barkov. “Has she undergone any training before? Or is she a complete newbie?” Barkov, suppressing the wild feeling in his heart, nodded. “She has trained before.” Elijah’s brows furrowed even more tightly, his expression unpleasant. “Then how did she pass to this level?” Usually, the first level of training emphasized obedience. Unless you had a valid excuse, disobedience was unacceptable. They strictly followed the rule: Obey first, then complain.

“All players file this way! Let’s go, Let’s go!” Mateo Davis, weapon’s trainer at the Camp, shouted. Some of the trainee’s mocked the way he moved his arms, flailing them about like one of those inflatable tube men. Mateo was like all the other trainers, cruel and a glutton for power. He had a thing for Delphine since he started working at the Camp, and had been rejected no less than thirteen times. The man didn’t know when to quit.

“You got it, boss; operation rogue warfare will be underway.” I nod and close my laptop, “Want to head over to training and scope out some recruits?” ** As we get closer to the training area, I can hear Travis, the head warrior barking out commands. Travis leads most of the training sessions, and his twin sister, Tracy, helps out with those that are new to training. They both have impressive skills for only being 20. “Well, of course I want Travis on the team,” Bennet says as we see him pairing off the trainees.

Nikola, on the other hand, walked beside them with a more serious expression, his brow furrowed as if the weight of what they were about to undertake had already settled on him. “Ready for this?” Dominic asked, nudging Zoe’s shoulder with his own. Zoe rolled her eyes, trying to look confident. “I’ve survived worse.” Dominic chuckled, the sound light and carefree. “That’s the spirit.” They reached the courtyard where a series of training stations had been set up - obstacle courses, sparring rings and target dummies scattered about. A handful of other students had already arrived, some stretching, others practicing their forms. At the front of the courtyard stood a tall, broad-shouldered instr

Sab squeezed his hand as she recalled the past, “Ice helped me, then. I wanted to learn how to fight and he offered to train me. I focused on that. I tried to forget about the bond and the rejection and the rumors. I think a couple of years passed before your father took notice of me. He was in charge of training and he asked me if I wanted to become a trainer.” “I mean, you had the best teacher and your progress was really remarkable. Even with just a couple of years of training, you’ve already learned a lot.” Sab grinned, “You never said I had the best teacher. I’ll make sure to tell Ice when he visits next time.” Clyde groaned with a shake of his head, “Don’t tell him.” Sab chuckled at se

And another thing in the building was that it had a lot of training rooms, with each of them having a plaque that indicated the name of the instructor or trainer. Valentina pushed the door open, and saw that all of her trainees sitting down in the middle of the room bunched up together with their heads down. Valentina knew that she taught them to be stronger than this, and now they looked just like a bunch of idiots. She had to stop herself from laughing but they really looked ridiculous in that moment. "Everyone get up and begin to do one hundred and fifty sit ups and one hundred push ups!" she ordered. All the twenty trainees looked up at exactly the same time and gave her a face that look

Some were still doubtful of me I know but it wouldn't take long before they fully trust me. I inform them that they can take a rest for and will start with the training tomorrow. I met up with their leaders at the study room. There were five of them, Lance and Bill - trackers, Tim - a warrior good at man to man combat, Archie - expert on guns and explosive and Tony - a swordsmen and blacksmith. "I would like to formally welcome you and acknowledge your presence here at my pack." I started. "No need for formalities Alpha, we came here to train and protect this land as ordered by the great elders Sire Roman and Sire Damian." Tony the oldest of the group stated.