Pyro X Scout Novels & Stories

"She's not unwanted. She's a Luna who will carry your heir, but before that, I will kill you first, and then, she'll follow you." Drake roared and started to be wild. He picked up the hunters one by one and moved quickly as he broke the hunters' heads mercilessly. "Get him, don't let the alpha gone in your sight!" The hunter in a black hat ordered as his men started to shoot and throw knives in Drake's direction. "Don't let your guard down!" Drake makes a thunderous howl as he sees the leader of the Hunters hurt Emily again and again with a metal chain.

He never took his eyes off her. "Now you remember, Scaredy Scarlett!" Romero teased as his eyes turned into slits from smiling too much. His innocent little doll was back… Just this time, she was ravishing. Romero took off to the train station earlier than expected after hearing about Scarlett's return. He was quite annoyed that someone had dared to wake him up from his nap, until he heard it was her. The little doll he dreamed of for years. But of course he was Lovato's most trusted hitsman, so he had good information of Scarlett's whereabouts; otherwise Romero wouldn't be there just yet.

Rylan stood at the far edge of the field, overseeing a group of young warriors as they sparred under the morning sun. "Beta Rylan!" the scout called out, rushing toward him. "A message, from the Moon Crest Pack." Rylan turned, brows drawing together at the scout’s breathless tone. “What kind of message?” The scout held out the scroll. “It was delivered by a rogue. He didn’t speak, just dropped this and disappeared.”

“We’re not alone.” Before I could ask, shadows spilled out from the far side, three of Wakanda’s scouts. Their blades gleamed. Logan stepped in front of me, claws ready. “Stay back.” “I told you,” I hissed, moving beside him, fire coiling. “We fight together.” The first scout lunged. My fire hit his chest, sending him screaming into the pool. The second swung wide, Logan caught his blade, snapping it, and tore his throat open. The third charged at me, too fast. I stumbled back, light sputtering.

His men did as they were commanded, and silver bullets flew with dazzling velocity, hitting Zander and another of his men in the head. Nick, Nadine, Juan and Lorenzo took cover behind some of the cabinets in the dining room and could only hear Jonathan and his men kill the two remaining lycanthrope scouts, one by putting three bullets in his heart, the other by slitting his throat with a silver stiletto. Jonathan laughed as he did it, enjoying the sound of blood gurgling from the dying lycanthrope's mouth. “How did you find out what was going on?” Juan asked as he held his pistol.

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.

To know that, you had to be one of them. And Aaron had known. It made his supply connections make sense, his survival skills, the way he used a weapon. But the rest? Scorchers stuck together in packs of at least five and never hunted on their own. True, Dave and Stuart had been with him, but - Dave! Was poor sweet Dave a Scorcher too? I smacked my forehead with the palm of my hand. That wasn't my only problem. Aaron knew about Lillith and he would've told the others everything by now. Scorchers didn't keep secrets from each other, they were one mind amidst hundreds of bodies.

RAVEN A cold feeling settled deep in my stomach and nobody spoke for a second after the scout’s words left his mouth. The courtyard had gone completely still around us and Dominic looked worse hearing that than he had hearing about Darius cornering me. His entire body had gone rigid beside me and I could literally see the muscle moving under his skin. The golden glow in his eyes flickered once before settling again, but barely. “Which packs?” Theo asked quietly. The scout swallowed. “River-Claw. Hollow Ridge. And Redfang.”

“Clara. You should hear the rest.” Two more scouts returned by dusk. Their accounts were variations on the same wound. The boy was tall, but not broad. His wolf-smell carried no wild edges; it was disciplined, measured, terrifying in its precision. One swore he carried a blade at his hip carved from bone, etched with lines that pulsed faint blue when the moonlight touched it. Another claimed he spoke once, only once, to a captive rogue being dragged back by chains: “Tell her I don’t sleep.” The rogue had wept at hearing it.

“The public display… the hybrid shockwave Leo unleashed during the feast… the magic was so dense it ripped through the atmospheric veil. Every rogue faction, every rival pack within three thousand leagues felt the awakening of a god-class heir.” I swam my legs off the bed, ignoring the sharp protest of my healing muscles as I stood to my full, towering height. “Give me a number, Jaxon. Who is marching?” The scout looked up, his lips trembling as he delivered the death warrant of the Moonstone kingdom.