Pyro X Scout Novels & Stories

“Someone is hurt.” “How did you know?” “Stop asking her,” Califf grunted at Kairo. “Can you tell where?” “Three o’clock.” I pointed directly to the right. “Don’t jump in there. There might be traps or something.” “She’s right,” Lyon agreed. “Check for broken twigs, leaves, and branches. Use your senses.” “If you smell something, use your pack link,” Califf told them. Zack told me Lyon was an expert in Scout and Raiden, too. Tor was an excellent hunter. That was why the two of them went ahead of us. Zack remained behind us.

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!"

I felt proud. When we reached the stage, Favian’s grip on my hand tightened, and he led me up the steps. The murmurs grew louder, and I knew that they were all surprised. I hadn’t realized how much I missed the warmth of belonging until this moment. The Moonbeam Pack had rejected me, but here I was, about to be introduced as the Luna of one of the most powerful packs in the region. The master of ceremonies, a dignified older man with a voice that echoed through the hall, stepped forward.

I said calmly and shouted, “Seen anything?” The three scouts appeared suddenly and bowed. Then Segil replied, “Nothing so far, Alpha. We just found an abandoned fireplace and two tents, but no one in sight.” “Must be the rogues,” Marcus said. “Probably heard of Jameson’s arrest and decided to flee.” I looked at the men lying in pain at my feet and shook my head, “Probably them.” “Do you want us to scout further, Alpha?” Segil asked. I looked around at the trees for a minute and nodded. “Take more men Segil, I want you to scout wide and far into these trees for any rogues you might find. I trust you can handle them?”

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.

The atmosphere was crisp and saturated, holding a high probability of immediate precipitation, and as our mounts breached the boundary lines of the plains, my olfactory filters absorbed the heavy scent of crushed damp foliage covering the vast expanses of wild grass. "This will be the final clear weather window for this operational cycle, Alpha Heir, according to my telemetry," the scout observed. I noticed his scanning optics continuously sweeping the horizon, monitoring for physical hazards, unaligned rogue hounds, or unverified sensory signatures. It was his primary directive to preserve my physical safety, and my system appreciated his defensive layer, even as my inner wolf chafed agains

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.

"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