Pyro X Scout Novels & Stories

"He's fast, smart, and loyal. You need someone you can trust absolutely." "Marcus is seventeen," I protest. "I'm eighteen next month," young Marcus corrects, straightening. "And I'm one of the best scouts in the pack. I can get in and out without being detected." Dexter studies him with calculating eyes. "You understand this could get you killed?" "I understand my Alpha is in danger. That's all that matters." The kid's resolve is absolute. "Alright. Marcus comes." Dexter adds him to his mental count. "That's me, Elena, Marcus, and two warriors. Sage, can you cloak five?"

“We are going to do our best, but in this one, it is Valerie who needs to fight.” “I can try,” Xavier growled. I touched his arm gently. “Xavier… I need to know what the plan is.” He turned to me then, the intensity in his eyes enough to steal the breath from my lungs. “We prepare for war,” he said. “But not out of fear. Out of strategy.” Hunter nodded. “I’m setting scouts on the western line. I’ll have Kai handle the perimeter. But there’s something else.” He looked between the two of us.

I've spent that week watching Wren train with renewed intensity, some fresh urgency clearly driving her since Ysolde's warning, and I find myself both proud of her dedication and quietly worried about the toll it's taking. "There's activity there already," Piet reports, having volunteered for the scouting mission himself despite his continued probation, an offer I accepted readily given how thoroughly he's proven his loyalty since the rescue. "Small groups, moving carefully, clearly preparing the ground for something. We counted at least a dozen individuals over three days of observation, though we kept our distance to avoid detection." I study his report with genuine pride at how far he's c

Axel adds. “Scout, why?” Thyra responds. “That helps, one of the squad nine members I was thinking about is a Scout also,” Axel replies. “And the other?” I ask realizing he was talking about swapping Phan Toorek from our squad. “Well seeing that I am all about setting creatures up in love matches, lets keep him and Mona together. Move them to squad 6, and trade in another infantry and scout member,” Axel teases. I nod acceptance to his idea. “Well Thyra, are you in?”

The person they called Pyro was wearing a red crystal-like armor with the carvings of dragon scales. It suits him well since Pyro has red spiky hair, deep-set eyes, and slightly muscular build. And stood in the height of 5"9. Read novel fast updates at novelb(i)n.NET At their arrival, the commander stuttered towards them. "You are the reinforcement sent from Seeker Association?" The commander asked Pyro. Even though he already knows the answer, he needed to ask anyway. "Yes, we are from the Seekers, of the Red Dragon Party." Pyro casually replied.

“I didn’t escape. He let me go. He said I should return and carry a message.” Rowan’s voice hardened. “What message.” The scout raised his trembling hand and pointed toward the summit walls. “He said the fire is waking. And that we are not the only ones who hear it.” Lyra inhaled sharply. Azeriel muttered, “They are provoking us.” Rowan stayed focused on the scout. “Look at me. When you saw his flame, did it look shaped. Controlled.” “Yes,” the scout whispered. “It moved like it had a mind. And his body… he didn’t feel fully human. He felt half shadow. Like something hollow was holding him together.”

“Next time we find a rabid scout in the woods, I vote we just leave him there.” “You vote that every time,” Trixie says, brushing pine needles from her hair. “And every time, you get vetoed because you’re a menace.” “I’m practical.” “You’re obnoxious.” They come to a stop in front of me, the rogue dangling limply between them like a grim party favor. “Well,” I say, arms crossed, “glad to see you didn’t kill each other.” Trixie rolls her eyes. “Not for lack of trying.” Parker drops the rogue with a dramatic grunt. “Here. One scout. Freshly unconscious. Slightly concussed.”

“Like a present.” “Viking?” Zoe paused next to his work area, and he looked up from the butterfly tat that he was inking on a woman’s lower back, his red hair as wild as ever. “Can you listen for Keira? She’s sleeping, and I think she’s out for at least two hours, but can you just stay alert? I’ll be back in a few minutes.” “Two minutes,” Scars corrected her. “Scout’s Honor.” “You were a Boy Scout?” Zoe asked him skeptically. “Tidy little uniform and badges and making fire by rubbing two sticks together ?”

Torchlight spilled across the floor in a long orange wedge. Four men entered. Silver blades already in their hands. The lead scout was older, face lined, eyes moving quickly over the chamber until they landed on me. He stopped short. “She is alive.” The others fanned out behind him. One of them laughed once, short and disbelieving. “The mountain missed. Or it is playing with its food.” I stayed on my feet inside the circle beside Drake. The torchlight reached him now. The scouts saw the scars, the size of him, the way he watched them without blinking. Their casual stance disappeared.

He knew that the task that he had said must have been the task of killing. In fact, for the past five years, Scout has also accepted a job as an assassin. In addition to working as a architec for luxury buildings in America, Scout also does dark jobs that are solely done to get his adrenaline pumping. Playing with guns and knives is one of the pleasures that can make him forget all his sorrows. And it looks like tonight Scout Voyage has found a new target. "Master, Xaner has come," told Wills to the Scout who is eating his delicious meal.