Pyro X Scout Novels & Stories

Scout (raising a dagger): “No. But it will stop the awakening.” He lunges. She stumbles back, slipping on the stone. Her hand scrapes along a jagged edge—blood blooms. Her crimson streaks spiral into the water. Ceres (gritting teeth): "Stop—!" Suddenly, the entire spring flares red. Steam hisses. Boiling bubbles rise. The scout falters—then screams as the water surges like molten lava. His armor glows. His skin peels. Within seconds, he's ash.

“If she’s Damon’s, she could be using Brad to get to Jerry. To get the real shard.” “Then we stop her,” Sasha said, her voice fierce, tapping the map. “The tunnels—spiked pits, collapsing walls. I know hunter routes. Me and Marcus can trap them tonight.” “No fighting,” I said, my voice hard, pointing at her. “Scout only, Sasha. We need to know who this woman is before we act.” “Scout?” Sasha laughed, her voice sharp, crossing her arms. “Levin, I’m a hunter. I can handle a witch. Me and Marcus can set a trap, slow them down.”

The healer pushed forward, but the scout clawed weakly at the earth, forcing himself upright as if his body refused to die until the words left his mouth. His gaze lifted. It locked onto Ronan. Then it flicked to the elders. Then, finally, it landed on Morrigan. His expression twisted, not with fear, but with something worse. Betrayal. “Stop…” the scout rasped. Elder Soren stepped forward, impatient. “This is sacred ground. Remove him.” The scout coughed again, blood staining his lips. “No,” he choked out. “I have to." Morrigan’s voice remained calm. “He is delirious,” she said gently. “The poor wolf is injured.”

He says, with his lips trembling and tears glazing over his eyes. FUCK. ME. He is kidnapping young men and women. What is happening to the women? Where are they going? “Why did he send you to scout my pack?” “He wanted me to report back to him the path you take for the full moon run.” The scout said. “What’s your name scout?” I asked “Jake Woods, Alpha. Will you help me? Please?” He’s practically begging.

But Shane’s scent was here, clear as day. Shane spotted the rebels clan out near the edge of the village, looking across the pack. Shane only had two helpers backing him up, and with an attack force of only three, it stood to reason that he would be trying to go straight for the jugular by taking out the alpha. Moments later, Scar located Shane and his goons, creeping along on four legs downwind of the rebels, slowly advancing on to their direction , their tails twitching in impending attack.

A seasoned scout standing to Jax's left slowly lowered his tactical rifle, his chest heaving as his hands physically shook against the metal stock. "But sir... I don't know if I can," the scout stammered, his voice tight with a deep, instinctual panic that overrode his training. He was asking a wolf to fire on the face of his own Alpha. "I mean... they look just like you and Jax. And..." The scout swallowed hard, looking physically ill as his trembling finger pointed deeper into the shadowed cavern.

It was one of our scouts, their breathing shallow and ragged. "What happened?" I demanded, kneeling beside them. The scout’s eyes fluttered open, and they gasped, "Rogues… they’re moving… toward the eastern border. They have… something powerful… something unnatural." I exchanged a grim look with Killian. --- As I rose to my feet, the faint glow surrounding the scout began to intensify. "What’s happening?" Eva asked, her voice tinged with alarm. Before I could answer, the scout’s body convulsed, and a burst of energy erupted from them, knocking us all back. When the light faded, the scout was gone—vanished into thin air.

The scout didn't notice until it was too late. He bolted. Bad choice. Marcus was faster. He tackled him from behind. They hit the ground hard, rolling through dead leaves. The scout shifted mid-roll—claws extending, teeth bared. Marcus was ready. The Moonbane net flew from his hand, wrapping the scout in silver webbing. The corrupted magic reacted violently. Smoke rose where Moonbane touched flesh. The scout screamed. He crashed to the ground, tangled and helpless, shifting back to human. Young male, maybe twenty-five. Cult tattoos crawled up his arms like black veins. His face was pale with fear and pain.

He had his hair long but packed just like the top one delta. “Orion is a vigilant and observant first scout who excels in reconnaissance and gathering vital information for the pack. His keen eyes and sharp instincts make him an invaluable asset in detecting potential threats.” “And for his partner, Lyra Swiftwind” he said and I searched around to see her crossing her legs on the cold tile floor, her hair dyed purple and crazy piercings on. I can say she has about 8 piercings in total on her face, ears, brows, nose… damn.

I will become Alpha of Alphas and then power will be mine. My Beta, Pierce, told me the scout we sent is coming back soon with information. He had better, otherwise he is completely useless to me and I will dispose of him. I don’t have time for incompetence. The rogues were suppose to have brought Rebel to me already. I’m already irritated with the idea of failure or betrayal, but I guess I shouldn’t have expected anything different. “Alpha, the scout is back.” Beta Pierce comes with the scout in tow. I look up at the scout, “Well?”