Hello Puppets Scout Novels & Stories

He was always the steady one, the anchor in chaos, but today his hands clenched too tightly around the hilt of his blade. Saphira paced, her fingers twitching with restrained energy. The sparks that danced between her fingertips betrayed her anxiety. Mourne observed in silence, his gaze sharp and calculating, always the one seeing five moves ahead. Then, another scout emerged from the treeline, holding a scrap of cloth, ash-colored, veil-thin. Dustborn weaving. Seren's voice sliced through the tension like a drawn blade. "Who brought this into the camp?" The scout hesitated, shifting uncomfortably under the weight of every eye.

Violent. "They can't stop!" Zack shouted, holding a young scout who was halfway through a transformation. The boy’s jaw was elongated, his teeth jagged and bloody, but his human eyes were still wide with terror. "The moon... Vic, it’s the moon! The frequency is too high! It’s forcing the shift, but it’s not letting go!"

Lucas and Scarlett exchanged a glance before hurrying downstairs. By the time they reached the council room, the scout had already arrived. Everyone else was gathering again. Jax. Damon. Alex. Emily. Ethan. The young warrior struggled to catch his breath. Lucas stepped forward immediately. "What happened?" The scout swallowed hard. "We found them." The room went still. Damon's expression darkened. "Found who?" The scout looked around the room. Fear lingered in his eyes. Then he answered. "One of their camps."

The scout yelped, bones crunching under Thorne's jaws. Jax whirled, claws extended. 'Thorne! You bastard, she's ours!' But Thorne was a storm, tearing through them with savage precision. He grabbed the second scout by the throat, hurling him into a trunk with a sickening crack. The air reeked of blood and fury, the forest alive with snarls and thuds. I pressed myself smaller, heart hammering, torn between fleeing and staring at this scarred giant who moved like vengeance itself.

The scout said sucking in a broken breath. “Vampires?” Dante asked as his gaze sharpened. “Yes. But they were already inside.” The scout said and everything inside me went still. “How many dead?” I asked. “Too many.” He said as his mouth trembled. “Where’s Kyle?” Dante asked. “Alive. Furious.” The scout managed to say. The scout grabbed my wrist suddenly and his fingers were slick with blood. “They knew the patrol routes. They knew the weak doors and the blind spots. They moved through the packhouse like someone had walked them in.” He said.

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.

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.

I squealed. He sat me on the bed, and I turned towards him, lifting my arms for him to take off my sweater. I saw his eyes turn liquid black and I knew that Scout was barely below the surface. I licked my lips, looking deep into his eyes, teasing him. With a roar, Scout took over.

Maybe he will have to read one of the books that he has again. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * “I have heard a worrying report just last night,” the rabbit folk elder said while they were in session. “They said that the body of a dead scout was found near the human camp.” “Which scout was it? How did he die?” the werewolf elder verified, he is concerned about the news but he does not want to jump to conclusions.

Five minutes later, the footage started to come in. Dylan quickly paused the footage and zoomed in at a pickup truck. “Is this the pickup?” He inquired. “Yes!” I couldn't be more certain about it. As Dylan played the video again, I noticed that the deltas at the check point seemed to lose their sane minds after Ravi rolled down his window and said something. “They were hypnotized! That's Ravi's special ability! He hypnotized our shifters to let them pass through the check point—” “Mommy!” Fern shouted suddenly.