Epic Scout Novels & Stories

Fear crept up my lungs “What’s happening?!” I demanded, matching Liam’s pace. “We don’t know yet,” Liam said, jaw tight. “Scouts reported movement but—” He cut himself off, eyes narrowing as the shouts grew louder. “—they didn’t say what kind of movement.” That was strange. Scouts always reported everything: numbers, direction, scent, and formation. For them to send nothing but a single-word message meant two things: Either they didn’t know what they were seeing—

Omar grabbed Megan to himself as soon as he heard his name and raised his head. It wasn't his father who had called, it was him, Taheem, the head of the Sheikh's guards. He stood menacingly, one hand on the hilt of the sword that hung on his waist and the other hand by his side in a fist. His gurtha flapped wildly around his head, disturbed by the desert harsh winds. Omar eyed him, his presence was never a good sign, nothing about him was a good sign.

The thought of that wiped the smile clean off my face. “Oh come on, cheer up. You’re gonna do great!” Melissa said, trying to bolster my spirits. She was always good at that and I genuinely appreciated the effort even though it wasn’t working this time. “I hope so Mel. I hope-“ the sound of the horn that announced the beginning of the Hunt stopped me mid sentence. I gasped in shock. “They aren’t supposed to blow it yet. They’re supposed to send people to make sure everyone is at their station” Mel winced. “I think they did hon”

Four scouts walked in, their blood still smudged with mud as they were just arriving. Ezekiel sat behind a chair, his eyes sharp like blades. One of the scouts bowed and began to speak. "Alpha, we returned from the human town as instructed. We've gathered the information you asked for, their supply routes, their merchants, which humans deal directly with the other packs, which ones don't, Ezekiel gestured lazily with his hand, "Go on."

"The enemy density here is insane. There are hundreds of Scourge NPCs flagged inside these old warehouses. What's the bounty for clearing a zone this big?" "Ten million standard credits," Vance said quietly. The room went dead silent. Leo practically choked on his apple. "Ten... million?" Leo stammered, staring at the corporate liaison. "For one map clear?" "It is an extremely high-priority target for the developers," Vance said, his pale blue eyes locking onto Ren's. There was a strange, cold intensity in his gaze that hadn't been there a moment ago. "The Scourge AI in this sector has... mutated. The algorithms are learning too fast. They are building physical barricades. Hoarding digital r

It was one of our scouts, their breathing shallow and ragged. "What happened?" I demanded, kneeling beside them. The scout’s eyes fluttered open, and they gasped, "Rogues… they’re moving… toward the eastern border. They have… something powerful… something unnatural." I exchanged a grim look with Killian. --- As I rose to my feet, the faint glow surrounding the scout began to intensify. "What’s happening?" Eva asked, her voice tinged with alarm. Before I could answer, the scout’s body convulsed, and a burst of energy erupted from them, knocking us all back. When the light faded, the scout was gone—vanished into thin air.

“If she is truly that child, hiding her existence may prove difficult.” “I did not say we would hide it forever,” I responded. “I said we will control how it unfolds.” My Beta speaks next. “Scouts can be deployed discreetly along the western border.” “Not searching blindly,” I counter. “We look for disturbances. Unusual energy. Reports of illness, fainting, sudden storms.” My mother speaks softly but firmly. “If she awakened violently, she may not even understand what she has done.” “That makes her more dangerous,” Elder Marcus says.

The Mechanical Logic of the Scout Aria sat in the passenger seat, her "Piercing Gray Eyes" scanning the "Labyrinth" of the roadside forest. She held a "High-Frequency" thermal scanner—the only piece of "Gilded" tech they allowed—searching for the "Heat-Signatures" of "Recovery Scouts" or "Sovereign" ambush teams. Her "Fragile Strength" was now reinforced by a "Ruthless" protective instinct. "We have 'Movement' in the 'Three-O-Clock' sector," Aria whispered, her voice "Incisive" and steady.

Yet, I was so wrong. When I saw Jackal that day, I saw something in him that made me back out and depart the room. A ray of light, though not a dazzling one, united Scarlet and Jerk. Looking into my clairvoyance, I realised I had underestimated my enemy. Not only was he linked to Scarlet, possibly someone she had known when young, he was also not an ordinary human.

Unlike the Knights and Soldiers, the scouts wore boring black cloth so they could blend in with their surroundings and not get caught. “Your Majesty we found them. But you will not like what I have to say.” I waved the Scout to go on, not really interested in what he thinks I will and won’t like. With a simple nod he continued. “They don’t act like bandits. For one their mercenary skills have far exceeded our expectations. I wouldn’t peg them as assassins, but they aren’t ordinary thugs and hoodlums. They have set up a base for recruitment, and what ever they recruit is either sent out to fight, or out to another unknown location. We suspect it could possibly be another base.” The General an