Trainers In Oblivion Novels & Stories

By the seventh, they stopped seeing me as Draven’s mate, and started seeing me as their advantage. Dust coated the training track behind the abandoned quarry. The air smelled like burnt rubber and heat. Engines roared in staggered patterns as I stood in the center, arms folded. “Again!” I shouted. Jax took the curve too fast, he nearly slid out. I stepped forward, grabbed his helmet before he could remove it, and tilted it toward the track. “You reacted,” I said, voice firm. “Don’t react. Anticipate. Feel the shift before it happens.”

Too loud, too fake. The warriors began setting up the training space. Wooden dummies. Sandbags. Obstacles. The warrior in charge stepped forward, a thick-shouldered man with dark skin and a serious face. “Shall we begin?” Evelyn clapped once, delighted. “Yes, please. Let’s start with the Luna. Let’s see how strong she is.” I stared at her. “Evelyn, I told you I’m not well. I can’t do strenuous work right now.”

I shifted on my feet. We decided to continue with the training on the abandoned beach, fully aware no one would disturb us there. Ethan got in the defensive position as we stood inside a circle. “Lana, I want to see your moves, access your strength and agility, so give it all…Don’t hold back.” “You want me to hit you?” “Yes.” “I don’t think I can do that.” He sighed. “I am not your friend but a trainer now. Treat me like one. I thought you wanted this.”

She couldn't say a word. Did he just...... This is terrible, she had understimated the devil himself. "Miss, you need to go up!" One of the mobsters jolted her out of her thought and she nodded fearfully. She led herself out of the underground then to her room in the quarters. She remembered the scene earlier and she became terrified. Everything seems to replay in her head.. ★ TRAINING GROUND* Three vipers were only present in the ground training, just Scar, Blaze and Lila.

Paragon moves just below the surface of consciousness, ready to take control. Short-haired girl is in front of me with her claws extended. “What the fuck was that, Rogers?” “Trainer Dow said lead holds the pace. That’s my pace.” I stand up and look down on her. “You trying to kill us?” The guy who was behind me whines from the ground where he is laying flat on his back, trying to catch his breath.

Northstar was last to arrive, materializing at the edge of the group as if he’d been there all along. “I gathered all of you here,” I began, projecting my voice, “to be evaluated by my superior combat trainer. This is not a spar. This is a survival exercise. Your objective is to disable the trainer.” Bryan grinned. “Bring it on. I’ve been itching to roast something.” Mello nodded. “Okay, we want to see this superior soldier.” Emma chewed his lip. “Is he… scary?” Classy smirked. “Yeah, he might probably eat your head off.”

She had tried over and over again repeatedly and wasn’t able to land a blow. After each practice every day; Sia spared with him and he sent her to the floor, always all the time. But with time, Sia could at least exchange one or two moves with him before she got sent to the floor, and for Sia that was huge progress. Penny didn’t know who he was, no one knew who he was but Penny had told her he could have been one of the ghost trainers that existed in the ring and no one could buy them or source them out, they could only look for you.

The echoes of punches and kicks reverberated through the room as two assassins engaged in a fierce duel, their movements fluid and precise. Adjacent to the sparring ring, there was a section dedicated to agility and stealth training. An obstacle course challenged assassins to navigate through a maze of laser beams, pressure-sensitive floors, and hidden traps. Emine watched as a young recruit stealthily weaved her way through the obstacles, her movements almost ethereal, her body a silhouette in the shadows.

He knew that losing his composure in front of the other cultivators would only make matters worse. But just as he was about to make a move to defend his honor, a calming presence suddenly appeared between him and Coby. It was Trainer Eamon, who had seemingly materialized out of nowhere. The elderly trainer's presence was commanding, and his gaze bore into both Danial and Coby with a mix of authority and curiosity. Eamon's voice was steady as he addressed Coby, "What is going on here?"

"He'll teach you the basic things you need to know, assign you on little missions which you must pass every one of them. You're to obey him and do whatever he says because he's your trainer. "When you've completed your training, and I'm satisfied, then I'll make you a member of the clan. Do you understand?" He concluded with an icy tone and Octavia nodded slowly. "Yes. master", she added almost immediately. What? Moscow? Mica was spiteful. Why did it have to be him? Her eyes searched for him and found him among the boys in the room. There was an evil smirk on his face. Damn it! Why did he have to be chosen as Octavia's trainer???