Scout Regiment Novels & Stories

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

Fleur ordered them to investigate the Acker family's helicopter, and they immediately turned their attention to the Acker family's aviation company. On Esteban's order, more than a thousand Scouts from the Left Military Governor Office, who had been lurking in the United States for many days, began to move. A small number of them began to look for clues about Zekeiah and Mr. Zorro while most of them infiltrated all over New York to find clues about the Rothschild family's stolen antiques. On the other hand, the Scouts closest to the aviation company went there as soon as possible to investigate. The Scouts were a team of reconnaissance soldiers directly under the Five Military Governor Offic

His cheeks were flush with life as he spoke, and it was almost impossible to believe that he was the very person who had been fighting for his life weeks before, kissing the edge of death. “But doesn't that put the scouts at risk?” asked Shaun, seated to my left at the edge of the meeting table. “We're trying to investigate the claims that there are rogues roaming the edge of the Southern Packs—our neighbours. We wouldn't want to send the scouts straight into danger.” “We wouldn't be. They're trained for this kind of missions. All they need to do is confirm if the news are true and report back. Even footprints are enough to prove these claims.”

The job was dangerous, as scouts often had to infiltrate enemy territory and become secret, hard-to-find intelligence. Scouts are low in the werewolf hierarchy, but their role is crucial to a pack's survival. Scouts ensure that the Blood Moon pack has easy access to natural resources and food in their territory or other territories they control. Much like the Watchers, they are also often sensitive to potential dangers. It is important to note that while territory expansion is necessary for their pack's survival, they don't always take it by force. Some pack will negotiate with others to share what they are lacking, and to live together in peace.

" I take a deep breath and nod, determination settling in my bones. "I'm going to go scout ahead," I say, standing up. "Not by yourself." Gregory gets up as well. I give him a hard look. "The whole point of a scout is that they're supposed to be inconspicuous." He holds up his hands in surrender. "Fine, fine. I'll stay here. If you're not back in an hour--" "You're coming after me?" I ask, my heart beating faster. "We're a team." He sits back down. "No man left behind."

Brandon asks, his eyes bouncing between me and Mason. “Yes,” I snap. “Which roster?” Mason asks. Brandon stops in front of my desk and hands each of us a stack of papers, “The list of the four scouts who will be going into the rogue king’s territory.” “Just four?” I ask, looking down at the paper. “I couldn’t get any more men to volunteer,” he answers. “Even with the promise of a higher ranking and better pay, these were the only volunteers.” “Fuck. I was hoping for a group of at least six,” Mason curses.

These scouts were a mixture of alpha and beta breeds and always followed the Alpha King's words. The same setting was visible back to the main village in the Northern Woods. Currently, there were two scouts in this mansion while the other two were left in the Northern Woods to protect the other members there. But two scouts didn't mean less strength or power. From what I learned back in the academy, one scout was equivalent to an entire pack's physical strength minus the alpha. Meaning, going against this mighty level could mean danger for one's own life... "It seems the Alpha King is planning to take both you and Luna Selene back in the main village once the ritual is over. Before this happ

Some kind of gravity urges me to lean into him, but I don’t dare. Eventually, he clears his throat and meets my eyes again. “When we scout, we go in pairs,” he says. “We could do that. We could be scouts together.” I understand what he’s saying. If we’re going to do this—and we have to do this—it can’t be like before. There can’t be a bad guy. So we’ll be in it together. “Okay. How do scouts work?” Some tension leaves his body. “Well, usually, one of us keeps an eye out for threats while the other looks for signs of prey.”

The sound rolled across the valley like thunder. Every wolf in the compound froze. Warriors rushed from their barracks. Guards drew their weapons. Gabriel ran into the courtyard. "What is happening?" A scout sprinted through the main gates, his wolf still partially shifted, chest heaving from exhaustion. He barely managed to speak. "They're here..." Beauty stepped forward. "Who?" The scout looked directly at her, terror filling his eyes. "The Northern Packs." "They're marching under a banner no one has seen in over two hundred years."

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.”