Epic Scout Novels & Stories

"General! This forest... it is cursed! We must flee from here with utmost haste!" Riben's frown deepened. Though he was unfamiliar with the scout's name, he knew that he was a vital member of the reconnaissance team. "What do you mean?" Riben inquired, his voice laced with a mix of skepticism and concern. The scout took a moment to catch his breath before responding, his words carrying the weight of undeniable truth. "The forest is cursed!" The scout deftly retrieved a petite brown snake from his bag, a creature that had been tamed by the cunning Beast Empire for the sole purpose of gathering vital intelligence.

The lady smiled again as she was openly staring at her. She stood up and was about to leave when the lady grabbed her hand and asked her to seat again. “I’m a scout and I’m interested in recruiting you.” Scout for what? She looked at her suspiciously so the lady took her wallet and gave her a card. “I am Margaret Cannon, I scout people who have the potential to be models and actors.” Bea looked at the card and even searched for her name on g****e. She was impressed when she realized that the lady in front of her was truly a scout with impressive achievements. Most of her recruits became well-known professionals who won awards from time to time.

Over the coming forty-eight hours I have a little trouble and quite a few arguments with Morpheus I continue a few of my usual meetings and obligations, during that time but I also plan a visit which could turn into a raid of the pack I believe Yasmine is or was held within. I sit in my office and go over the latest information on the Warrior packs, Zaire sent out a couple more scouts to all six packs, even with the insiders they don't always get the information that is required as they can't dig too deep without being found out. Four of those scouts came back with the standard running as usual, but the other two were questionable. I decided that I will go and do one of my surprise inspectio

“Kyla is my lover, and the two are mates. It’s… complicated, but I’d be very thankful.” The scout’s eyebrows shoot up as she hears Dereck. She then considers me and Kyla once more before shaking her head in disbelief and then replies, “then I’ll request enough for everyone. I never thought two leaders like them could be mates, but you were one to befriend the oddest of people all the time, so I’m not surprised.” At last, the scout stops just outside a pair of large doors. She gives it a knock and then, with a loud voice, she says, “the leaders and Dereck are here now.”

a werewolf announced. Zane Drocco is a handsome lad carrying the title of being the oldest among them despite the clear skin and youthful appearance. He's had visions of the past, present, and future. He's also laid out several prophecies that turned out to be quite true, and everything he envisioned had come to reality. Apart from that, he is also the strongest warrior who led battles to victory in centuries. A literal knight in shining armour.

A young scout waited nervously near the center table. He looked exhausted. And frightened. The moment everyone arrived, he pointed toward a map. "Here." His finger rested on an abandoned valley nearly fifty miles east. The same region where one of the largest battles against the abyss had occurred. "What about it?" Cassian asked. The scout swallowed. "I saw lights." Nobody reacted. At first. Lights weren't unusual. Then the scout continued. "Silver lights." Silence. The former King's expression sharpened instantly. "Describe them."

The scout didn't notice until it was too late. He bolted. Bad choice. Marcus was faster. He tackled him from behind. They hit the ground hard, rolling through dead leaves. The scout shifted mid-roll—claws extending, teeth bared. Marcus was ready. The Moonbane net flew from his hand, wrapping the scout in silver webbing. The corrupted magic reacted violently. Smoke rose where Moonbane touched flesh. The scout screamed. He crashed to the ground, tangled and helpless, shifting back to human. Young male, maybe twenty-five. Cult tattoos crawled up his arms like black veins. His face was pale with fear and pain.

She had nurtured our suffering, and now she was here to harvest what she had grown. The enemy had a face, and it was far more monstrous than I had ever imagined. My war was no longer just against my sister and brother. It was against the source of the poison itself. And for that, I would need a new plan. I would need an ally. The thought was absurd, but it was the only path I could see. I had to reach the real Elara, buried deep beneath the layers of poison.

I know she’s both thinking about the safety of the pack and my own exhaustion level. “The police are on their way to meet Scar where Channing found the dead human. And,” I say looking up to glance at the clock on my office wall, “in just about six hours, Leader Bruno will be here to talk to us and Scar’s parents about their experiences with the undead, so we can have some ideas in place for when Scarlett contacts COWS. You know she’ll want you in on that meeting, too.” That’s another great thing about Scarlett — she recognizes the value that the mate brings to the table. Zella, Asher and Lupita aren’t just the mates of myself, Bree and Jacob, granting them the titles of Beta, Gamma and Delta

"King of the North. Lord of the Silver Wolf. And if you want this boy, you'll have to walk over my carcass to get him." The scout laughed. "Look at you. You can't even see where I'm standing." "I don't need to see you to kill you." Ethan lunged. He didn't hit the scout. He hit the air. The scout stepped aside and slammed the hilt of his sword into Ethan’s wounded shoulder. Ethan shrieked. He hit the ground, his face buried in the dirt. "Enough," the scout said. He grabbed Noah’s arm. "We’re going. Now."