Pyro X Scout Novels & Stories

She needed to believe it, but she also knew it was true. Xavier held her gaze for a long moment. “He has your survival instinct,” he said. “And he has something I’ve never seen before in someone his age. He knows who he is. Whatever they tell him about himself, whatever pressure they apply, he already knows what he is. That’s not nothing.” “It’s not enough,” Aria said. “No,” Xavier admitted. “But it’s something.” The first scout returned at dawn, breathless and mud-streaked from moving fast through mountain terrain.

Feeling that the situation between them had jeopardized his safety, Scout Victor threw out his opponent's hand. With a deft move, Scout Victor immediately attacked the two male members of the pack. Scout Victor managed to make them retreat a few steps away. Finally, Scout Victor ran out in front of them all. With his eyes roaming around the area looking for the strange woman, Scout Victor made his way through the forest. In the middle of his fast-moving steps, Scout Victor stopped when he smelled a body. Scout Victor sharpened his vision as he took in the surroundings. "Help... I'm here..."

he frowned. It was kind of funny watching him frown because of the lip piercing. “Scout? Why were people sent out to scout? Is that what Colby was doing?” I questioned. “Alpha and his three advisors believe they have a general idea of where we can find those Syndicate fucks. Scouts were sent out to check the area. Given that, like me, Kitty can mask her scent, she was selected as a scout,” he explained. I sat up a little hearing this. “Syndicate?” I questioned, not recognizing the name. “And Colby?” I asked.

My eyes darted toward the source—one of our scouts, trapped, surrounded by rogue wolves. “No!” I screamed, surging forward, wolf coiling, energy pulsating, danger radiating from every fiber of my being. Dresden followed instantly, amber eyes blazing, aura flaring, together an unstoppable force of vengeance. The rogue’s eyes flicked to us, calculating, malicious. “Go ahead,” she hissed. “Save them… if you can.” We tore through the ranks of rogue wolves, every strike precise, every movement deadly. The scout fell into our midst, trembling, eyes wide with terror. I grabbed them, pulling them to safety, wolf roaring, heart pounding, adrenaline unrelenting.

Liam said as he dabbed his watch, ”His name seemed familiar until I remember this year’s JET rankings on the Glitch forum! They all centered around him to take a closer look. “Creed Gryffon! Batch 43... Position - Scout,” Su Jiang, shot a glance at the hologram, “So he is a member of a top-ranking team…” “No wonder he is strong!” said Rose, “Wait! this makes no sense... Why the scout position? Why not a damage dealer?” “Exactly…” Liam responded with exhilaration, “With his strength, he should have been a damage dealer or swordsman, right?”

The intel came from a scout in tattered red. A rogue who switched sides after witnessing a “miracle” in Xavier’s camp. Not a vision. Not a wolf. A girl. Young. Pale. Her hair silver at the roots. “She glowed,” the scout said, breathless. “When she spoke, the dirt cracked. Wolves shifted without intending to. And when she stopped? We all bowed. Not to Xavier.” “To her.” Maximus looked at me. “What is this?” I answered quietly. “It’s the prophecy replicating.”

"Hey! That's my toy!" I watch as the kid cries for her toy, being bullied by older kids. I stood up from the roof and walked away, I hate seeing such scenarios. I walked towards the Grymkin's forest, my clan's forest, this is where my clan moved after someone had spread a hideous rumor about us, which is true. Our clan controls fire. The kingdom has given us the title of "Grymkin's Protector" when in fact we can burn this forest down into ashes.

The rogues have broken through our outer defenses! Instantly, the relative calm of the past hour shattered. Xander immediately began barking orders, his Alpha authority taking over. I knelt beside the injured scout, my hands already glowing as I worked to heal his wounds. “How many?” I asked urgently, even as I poured healing energy into him. “Dozens,” the scout panted. “Maybe more. They appeared suddenly, like dark figures in the night.” Once the scout's injuries were healed, Xander assisted him in standing up. “Sound the alarm,” he ordered. “Get every able-bodied wolf ready for battle.”

“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.”

And he was still bleeding, not healing like he should have been. They opened a cage on the second level, a few cells beyond hers and on the opposite side. The two Hunters dragging the scout hoisted him and threw him in as if he weighed nothing. And then she heard a sizzle and the scent of burning. The scout didn’t regain consciousness to move fully onto the mat.