Pyro X Scout Novels & Stories

They all covered their mouths and noses before beginning to throw up. Even in my death, I was so repulsive to all of them. After that, I followed them as my body was taken to the hospital. As soon as we entered the hospital, I heard a familiar voice calling out. "Reya, tell the doctor if you’re in pain. Don’t exert yourself!" Luther held Reya’s hand tightly as he gestured at the firefighter uniform he was wearing. "I am a firefighter. If anyone knows about the harmful effects of a fire, it’s me! Doctor, you have to conduct a full body examination for her!"

The plan began and the Scions dispersed. With no one on his back anymore, Vayu could unleash the true prominence of his flames. His firebird form turned into full - fledged phoenix, having nine long rainbow tail feathers that each were flames of different colors. The burning wings flapped off fiery plumes to the Grand Serpent's barrier and his serpentine silver eyes were locked on him.

The corrupting energy washed over him, and he cried out, collapsing to his knees. It couldn't harm him as it harmed me, but he felt it—a soul-deep chill, a violation that stole his breath. His intervention disrupted the beam's focus. The tether to me wavered, its grip loosening. Elara didn't scream. She moved with a ferocity I didn't know she possessed. Her eyes, clear and sharp with a lucid fury, spotted the obsidian dagger where it had fallen. She lunged, her bandaged hand closing around the hilt.

she asked, and for the first time, she sounded genuinely uncertain. “The same way you do everything else. One step at a time.” She didn’t look entirely convinced, but she nodded. They rode in silence for another hour before the first scout found them. He dropped from a tree branch onto the path ahead, landing in a crouch, his hand on his blade. Young, maybe eighteen, with wide dark eyes and a scar across his chin. He looked at the group, taking in Kaden and Kael’s size, Gregor’s sword, Mother Elara’s calm, Vera’s uncertainty.

A scout, a lone archer from House Zeus, emerged from a hidden crevice not fifty feet away, his eyes widening in surprise as they locked onto her. Time seemed to slow, the world narrowing to the horrified look on her face and the cold, calculating gleam in the scout's eyes as he raised his bow, his mouth opening to shout a warning to his comrades. Something inside me, something primal and terrifying, snapped. The pain, the exhaustion, the fever—it all vanished, burned away by a white-hot, all-consuming rage. I was no longer a wounded man leaning on a satyr for support. I was a Spartan. And she was under my protection.

He needed to deal with the scouts before they got any closer. The balcony door opened without a sound. He slipped out into the cold pre dawn air, dropped soundlessly to the alley below, and disappeared into the shadows.He found them twenty minutes later two lean males in human form, lounging against a wall two streets over, pretending to smoke while their noses worked the air.Kai stepped out of the darkness directly in front of them.“Wrong territory,” he said quietly.Both stiffened, hands dropping toward concealed blades.“Blackthorn,” the taller one acknowledged, voice low. “Ronan sends a message. He wants a meeting. Neutral ground. About the female.”Kai’s eyes flashed silver. “There is no m

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.

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.

"No true alpha will want a she-wolf who continually doubts her own scent." The Lead Scout always gives a strong, unyielding answer, and this sun is no different. He uses a roundabout path to point out that my current spirit is too small and broken. At the same time, his tongue avoids answering my difficult question by playing Tai Chi around it. It is not a matter of whether his own beast desires a female like me. Instead, in my current wounded state, no male would hunt for a partner who looks at her own fur with such shame. My mind almost forgot his rank inside the Vale Media Group; he rules both the Artists and the PR scouts. His responses are always unquestionable, leaving no room for anot

But it was their specialities that made them truly valuable. Xylo had training as a recon scout and worked a few odd bounties. She had light brown hair and was the shortest of the four. She was in her late 20s, and was in the prime of her athleticism. She hadn’t done any recon work in a couple of years, and was eager to get back in the game.