Medic X Scout Novels & Stories

Every step is a battle against the white-hot agony in my chest, but the fire in my brain is worse. I’m clutching a heavy flashlight, its beam cutting through the gloom, searching for a footprint, a drop of blood, or anything. ​"Boss," I heard Kit’s voice behind me. Marco and I turned to see Kit jogging toward us, his face tight with a look I can’t decipher. He’s holding a radio, but he waits until he’s inches from me to speak. "I just got a report from one of the scouts who was stationed at the perimeter before the gas lines blew."

**<< Could be key… Antidote research… Reverse engineering… Need its genetic profile… Without it… fighting blind… >>** The burden of the vial grew heavier. Destroying it eliminated one weapon but sacrificed potential salvation. Keeping it made them a target and risked it falling back into enemy hands. Before they could debate, Winters stiffened. He pulled a compact scanner from his pack – different from the thermal imager. It emitted a low, urgent beep. His expression, usually impassive, tightened almost imperceptibly. **<< Signal trace. Short-range. Directional. >>** He moved swiftly to the clinic’s grimy window, peering out into the rain-lashed darkness. **<< Triangulating… source: perimete

“As y’all know, Maliyah has been tasked with assisting me as scout leader. She has fought Alastor numerous times and can help give y’all an idea of what you’ll be up against. You will all also train with her in her dragon form from time to time.” Everyone in the room nods in acknowledge and doesn’t question my being in the room. Their survival bags are packed and they are each give a potion created by Dimitri to help with their scent. Dimitri found a way to change their scent so they appear rogue but he couldn’t make their scent disappear. They requires the death of a human and of course we aren’t going to start killing them. Each scout has been granted the ability to teleport as well as inc

“You were shot less than twelve hours ago.” “And I am still breathing.” “That does not mean your stitches will survive another fight.” Ruin swung his legs off the bed. The movement made him grimace slightly, but he refused to stop. “You cannot lead this defense,” the medic said sharply. “I do not need to lead it,” Ruin answered. “I only need to be present.” The scout shifted nervously near the door. “They have not attacked yet,” he said. “They are waiting,” Ruin replied. “For what?” the scout asked.

“Describe them.” He swallowed. “Not uniformed. Mixed gear. But disciplined. They moved like they’d fought together before.” Not desperate. Not scattered. Mercenaries. Or worse. “Did they speak?” Lyra asked. The scout shook his head. “No. But they left something.” He handed over a strip of cloth. Dark. Stained. Marked with a symbol Lyra didn’t recognize. Tyler’s jaw tightened. “That’s not a warning.” “No,” Lyra said. “It’s an introduction.”

— a rank of werewolves who are assigned to search for missing people. Aside from searching for missing people, a scout’s job also includes gathering information or intel inside and outside the Pack to gain knowledge and formulate a strategic plan based on the information gathered. In the human world, they are somewhat equivalent to spies or the CIA. Only the Nightshade Pack has such a rank in their Pack. That rank was only invented as a solution to have a specific team of experts whose main goal is to search for their missing Luna or Sebastian’s sister. The scouts of Nightshade Pack are highly trained, and they are experts when it comes to searching for information and even people. With the

he turned towards Levi and Fynn, “this is Shaw, a personal friend of mine. A high-ranked Scanner, currently a vice-chief of diagnostics, and one of the best doctors in the hospital.” Scanners could, as their name implied, do 3D scans of people and objects, accurately finding issues, defects, foreign objects and substances, and everything else that can be revealed through a scan. They were highly valued in many different industries, thus, not many chose the hard life of a doctor. Shaw’s chest rumbled with a warm chuckle, “You are too generous with your praise. One of the youngest doctors, yes, but one of the best is a title I am still unworthy of carrying.”

Xander's voice raised a notch as Hunter glared at the floor. "Leave and don't you dare go anywhere near the girl until I see evidence against her. Even then I don't think I will allow you to confront her. Rasmus would do it but there would be no need. She was scared out of her wits and I don't think she's lying," Xander grumbled. The doctor hurried into the pack house as Xander guided him to Silvia. Hunter glanced up to notice Angela staring at him through the railing. She was the only one there with him.

But Shane’s scent was here, clear as day. Shane spotted the rebels clan out near the edge of the village, looking across the pack. Shane only had two helpers backing him up, and with an attack force of only three, it stood to reason that he would be trying to go straight for the jugular by taking out the alpha. Moments later, Scar located Shane and his goons, creeping along on four legs downwind of the rebels, slowly advancing on to their direction , their tails twitching in impending attack.

he'd called it, though Jack suspected simple curiosity. "Visual contact," Marcus announced. Jack looked up and saw it. The scout ship was beautiful—a sleek vessel of silver and blue, organic curves suggesting it had been grown rather than built. But it was clearly damaged. Portions of its hull flickered with unstable energy, and a trail of debris marked its descent path. Behind it, still distant but closing fast, three dark shapes pursued. The Vanguard hunters. "Aria-7, this is Jack Miller," he broadcast on the Origin Heart's frequency. "We're here to help. Can you match our position?"