Scout Regiment Aot Novels & Stories

A scout burst through the broken entrance, breathing hard enough to stagger. Astrid rose instantly. "What happened?" The young warrior struggled to catch his breath. "We searched..." He swallowed. "We searched the battlefield." "And?" "We found the Regent's command camp." Cassian stepped forward despite the pain. "Was he there?" The scout slowly shook his head. "No." A knot tightened in Lyra's stomach. "Did he escape?" Astrid asked. The scout's face had gone pale. "No." His voice dropped to a whisper. "He didn't escape."

I patted General Bregus on the back and we both walked towards the galloping soldier, hope renewed in all of us. The Scout pulled his horse up next to us. It shook his mane and neighed loudly in response as it tried to settle down from the long gallop. Just like me, the scout’s eyes where black underneath them. He looked tired and exhausted from staying up all night. He was another young soldier as well. Black thick hair pulled into a tight ponytail atop his head, dark blue eyes that screamed he had seen better days. His posture was held high, but you could tell he was wary from travel, and from battle. He had a perfect tan that even I was jealous of. Unlike the Knights and Soldiers, the sco

Across the harbour, a single lighthouse jutted into the clear blue sky, pointed at the midday sun. Allegedly, the United States Army wanted to use the power plant as a staging ground for a push west into Russia, and Scythe Squadron was in charge of securing it so their transports could move in. Unfortunately for them, the Alliance had been covertly studying Scythe Squadron for months. Scythe Squadron was a five-mech patrol unit specializing in stealing enemy resources and crippling supply lines. The moniker was clever-they reaped what their enemies sowed. Their commander, simply known as Harlow, was a brash veteran with a powerful sense of loyalty towards both Axion Industries and his govern

Communication signals were organized. Supplies were being redistributed strategically. This was not chaos. This was structure. One scout returned quickly to Red Hollow with a report. Lucian listened without interrupting. “They train at dusk,” the scout said. “Small units. Rotational leadership. Not random.” “And their leader?” Lucian asked. The scout hesitated. “We have not confirmed.” “But?” “There is talk. Of a woman.” Lucian’s gaze sharpened almost imperceptibly. “A woman.” “Yes, Alpha.”

“Thank you. Join the ranks. My commanders will assign you to regiments.” The old wolf looked like he wanted to cry with relief. “Troy,” Quinn said in my head. “Ida tells me they’re coming up from the right side. She can see Fionn and the princes.” “Thanks.” “And there are more circling around to come up from the lake.” My stomach twisted into excited knots. Much as I despised the war, I was like every other wolf, and I enjoyed a good battle. My scouts returned with similar information, but informed me that there was also a sizable regiment coming up from behind. “How many?” I asked.

A unit of fifty warriors had been sent out last week to scout how close Aodh’s army was, they were ambushed and less than half of the unit returned, almost all of them had suffered injuries beyond what their spirit animals could heal. I hold my breath as I pass by, the stench of death heavy in the air. Aodh wasn’t just killing us and picking us off, he was crippling us. Reaching the main marquee tent, I pull the flap back and see Rogue huddled over the map with Alpha Jasper of Bhakhil and King Rostam of Asiarian. This was the ranked officer's tent where we held meetings and a few of us slept. One warrior we had sent out to scout our enemy had come back able-bodied with hardly a scratch on hi

Rex’s POV The hairs on my skin prickled as the scout finished speaking. They were here? Here where? “What are you talking about?” Aries cut in sharply, eyes narrowing. “They are where?” “Forgive me, Alpha,” the scout stammered, anxiety spilling from every word. “I didn’t ask you to beg,” Aries seethed. “Clarify yourself.” The scout swallowed hard, then straightened. “The Blue Crescent pack is on their way here, Alpha. If I’m not wrong, they’ll be on your grounds in about thirty minutes.”

Commander Thorne bowed low, his dark gray uniform crisp, his sword at his side. “Report,” Aaron said sharply, his voice clipped, all traces of the softness he had shown with Darya moments ago completely vanished. The man straightened, gesturing to a younger patrol scout who stepped forward. He looked barely out of adolescence, his armor slightly too big, his hands trembling as he clutched a rolled parchment. But his eyes were sharp with urgency. “We spotted movement from the Northern Crest,” the scout said, unfolding the map onto the war table. “A formation. Large and well-trained. Not a wandering band of rogues or traders. This was an army.”

The battle ended swiftly. One of the teams approached and saluted Arnold and the second team captain. Arnold returned the salute. “Which unit are you from?” The person responded, “We’re the South Regent’s troops. We received a message from the villagers here informing us that you were Ethan Rivers’ men, so we came as backup.” Arnold and the second team leader exchanged a look, their expressions filled with shock. The South Regent sent a team as reinforcements because he heard that they were with Ethan?

Everything were being done fast for them, be it treating their grave injuries blanketing them with thick blankets, and even feeding them a warm sumptuous soups that were just finished cooking. “Young man…Let me introduce myself, I am Sergeant Dolo, Squad Leader of Scout Team 11, of the Eternal Night Division, of Aeternum Royal Army.…Can you tell me who is the Village chief or the Tribe Chief here?…I apologize, if you were still in shocked by these must be done fast…could you please tell me?..”.(Sergeant Dolo)