Pyro X Scout Novels & Stories

The boy smiled sadly, "I hate to introduce myself this way, but I'm sick of cleaning up after your emotional outbreaks." I coughed up blood as I felt the pain driving deeper into my body, gasping for air as the boy's hand quickly retreated from my body. His other hand was on my shoulder to steady me as I grew weaker. "Oh! Before I forget, the names Pyro. Say hello to the human workforce for me, will you?" He chuckled and slowly stood, a red lump in his bloody hand as he let me drop to the floor. "And I'll be keeping this.." Pyro grinned. "Sleep well 'princess'."

I'd been in the pack's territory for a few days now and they were still giving me the cold shoulder except for Scott. He was standing at the back of his cabin near a handmade wooden chopping board with the stone oven lit. He had a pile of cooked meat stacked on the board in front of him, shredding it apart with a fork and knife. "Hi," I said, folding my hands behind my back as I neared him. Scott was as tall as Hunt, with dark blonde hair and broad shoulders, looking like one of those men that lived in the mountains—which ironically he did—in his plaid shirt with those mesmerising lake blue eyes.

Fury radiates off him, the kind born of pure instinct and protectiveness. Xander's voice floods through the pack link, strong and steady despite the carnage around us. ‘I want ten warriors scouting the perimeter in each direction. Make sure there are no more breaches. The rest of you—units of ten—sweep through the pack lands and round up any remaining rogues.’

he says. When we get to the others, they look up at us. “Koden,” Miles says to Jake. He growls softly but nods. “Do you recognize these scents?” Jake asks. Both of us lift our noses, smelling the scents of multiple warriors. “Scouts,” Miles and I say at the same time. “Most likely from Alpha Corey’s pack.” The warriors from Dante’s pack both growl. “It’s not surprising, but it’s not good either. Koden AND scouts in these woods. The best we can hope for is they take each other out,” Jake says.

The Mechanical Logic of the Scout Aria sat in the passenger seat, her "Piercing Gray Eyes" scanning the "Labyrinth" of the roadside forest. She held a "High-Frequency" thermal scanner—the only piece of "Gilded" tech they allowed—searching for the "Heat-Signatures" of "Recovery Scouts" or "Sovereign" ambush teams. Her "Fragile Strength" was now reinforced by a "Ruthless" protective instinct. "We have 'Movement' in the 'Three-O-Clock' sector," Aria whispered, her voice "Incisive" and steady.

When we were almost to the pack, though we were like 5 miles away, thanks to my Phoenix I was able to see some figures in the distance. "Hey Alisha, I will stay at the back while you get in front." "Understood." When we were about a few meters away from the border, I sensed rogues. I decided to wait and see what their motives were. When we were at the border the warriors stopped us but thank goodness, they had the QR scanner that I told them to get. After we passed the border, I felt that the rogues entered the pack. When they were almost to the pack house, I used my Green Flames to control the earth to stop them.

"They're closer than we anticipated." A shiver ran down my spine at his words, the reality of our situation crashing over me like a wave. Xander's hand found mine, his grip firm and reassuring. "We'll be ready," he said, his voice steady and confident. As the scout left to deliver the news to the others, I closed my eyes, trying to center myself. Suddenly, a vision flashed before me—images of the other Starfire, their power radiating like a dark sun. I saw their intentions, their determination to break our bond, and the fear that they might succeed gripped me.

"If she truly is a tribrid, that would explain so much." Vincent says. "Like what?" "Like why several mercenaries were hired to kill her." "Wait.. what? Mercenaries? How do you know for sure?" "All mercenaries are either rogue-born or ex-pack warriors. They are rogues for hire that have no moral ground. They will accept any contract. The only thing they ever care about is money. We were able to identify them through their strong wild scent. It's a smell most rogues have, however, Mercenaries are typically more subtle, as it allows them to enter a pack without being detected."

Even the supernatural Council had attempted passive scrying after the Prime’s awakening pulse. They, too, had seen nothing and that frightened them. It angered Xavier because sacred ground meant legitimacy. It meant foundation and it meant destiny aligning. The boy he dismissed was no longer wandering, he was building. Xavier turned away from the basin. “Send Netherborn scouts.” “They already tested Nevada.” “And?” “They burned.” Not destroyed, rather warned but scorched. Xavier’s eyes darkened. “Inferno is not there.” “No.” “But the covenant remains.”

He had resisted the idea of seeking out a mate amidst his personal turmoil, but the growing tension in the air reminded him that time was a luxury he could no longer afford. His fierce contemplation was abruptly shattered by the sudden intrusion of one of his scouts. The door swung open with a creak, and the scout stumbled in, his eyes wide and filled with unspoken dread. Breathless and panicked, he leaned against the doorframe, the urgency radiating off him like a palpable energy that sent alarm bells ringing in Caden’s mind. "Caden, I have terrible news," the scout gasped, his voice barely above a whisper, as though the air itself was heavy with foreboding. "I've just received word that th