Reverse Hyper Scout Novels & Stories

Scar walked into the mall Annie and two bodyguards right behind her,the staff bowed as she walked into a store. She wasn't just there to prepare the stores for her new collection launch but also to solidify her presence. The manager rushed over, bowing with a smile. “Welcome ma” Scar nodded as she walked around glancing through the bags,clothes and accessories displayed in show glasses. “I heard the Atheon hitch affected the business” Scar asked. “Yes ma, transactions couldn't go through and orders weren't processed,we actually are thinking of a backup….” “Like moving to Mila”

I feel my heart thundering berserkly in my chest at the memory of her face morphing and twisting in fury, the baby blue turned blood-red eyes, and the sinister expression that told me she was ready to killl in a blink of an eye. "Vampire." Hunter blurts. Again, as if he knows exactly what's running in my head every damn minute, in every fucking second. And he's not even looking at me! How on earth does he do that? "Scarlet Tate is the only hybrid werewolf in the Wintermist Pack. She's the Alpha's daughter, so you better not underestimate her or you'll be dead before graduation." He warns. I look up and stare at his devilishly handsome face, his amber eyes cold and serious.

Silvia tensed when Hunter walked through her towards the bed where her future self lay. Hunter crawled over to her as she smiled shyly and Hunter peppered kisses on her belly slowly making his way up. He was kissing her sweetly while mumbling how much he loves her and her future self was beaming with happiness. Hunter had a scar on his eyebrow. Silvia jerked back to reality. Her eyes went wide as saucers. She had a vision in which she and Hunter were together. How was that possible?

Meeting eyes with him, I raised one of my wrist up. “See this?” I moved my bracelets away to display the white slit marks on my wrist. Asher followed my gaze to see it also, though his expression still look empty. “If you didn’t save me, this scar would probably get worse.” I stated. These scars on my wrists were one of the signs of suicidal tendencies I tried to break free from after Asher saved me. It was hard, but Asher was always here to give me support, showering me with positive words and praises, and help me get back on my feet whenever I feel helpless.

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.

He had embraced the role of the scout wholeheartedly, understanding the significance of his keen senses and swift reflexes in navigating the treacherous depths of the Atlantic Oceanus. As Finrir eagerly scouted ahead, a wide grin adorned his face, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings with unwavering vigilance. Born of his lineage from the abysmal depths of the Arctice Iceileara, Finrir possessed extraordinary depth vision that surpassed that of his companions. Even in the darkest depths and with the faintest traces of light, he could see with acute clarity. Every shadow, every movement, he diligently observed, his exceptional vision allowing him to discern even the subtlest details. It w

I whispered. "So you mean that Hades wanted to buy your museum?" I asked while sipping the tea. He nodded before he showed me the document of authorization. It is said that Hades Sylvestre wants to trade the museum for one hundred million gold bars. It's a double price from a normal cost of all the treasures inside the Museum of Duke Richmond.

February 15th, 2038--Freshman Year-ish "I can't believe I'm actually writing in this. Dear Diary--no that's too cliche. Dear... me? Okay, Dear me: I saw a flier for some anti-New World organization. I thought that everyone blindly followed the established social order. It's probably stupid to think that I'm the only one who opposes the government, though. I just thought something was wrong with me. Maybe a group of likeminded people is what I need to feel some... I don't know, purpose or something. I'm not that stupid, though. I know not to tell any adults about this. What I don't get is why the flier was posted where anyone could see. They probably underestimate the government, but I know t

"We have a 'Crossover' window of thirty seconds before the 'Recovery Scouts' recalibrate their 'Logic-Scanners'." But the "Sovereign" scouts were faster than "Calculated." One of them, a "Lead Node" with "Incisive" cybernetic enhancements, fired a "High-Frequency" tether. The "Mechanical" wire wrapped around Aria’s ankle, creating a "Kinetic" anchor that slammed her to the "Recycled" concrete floor. The Total Sector Reversal

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.