Scout X Medic Novels & Stories

“Describe them.” He swallowed. “Not uniformed. Mixed gear. But disciplined. They moved like they’d fought together before.” Not desperate. Not scattered. Mercenaries. Or worse. “Did they speak?” Lyra asked. The scout shook his head. “No. But they left something.” He handed over a strip of cloth. Dark. Stained. Marked with a symbol Lyra didn’t recognize. Tyler’s jaw tightened. “That’s not a warning.” “No,” Lyra said. “It’s an introduction.”

“Ready to hunt boys.” Stevie’s hand brushes mine. “I know I am.” Hushed growls agree all around me. “Rowan, Huge, stay with the supplies— Before I can finish, a rustle behind us snaps my focus around. Something moves in the brush. I spin, grab, and haul the figure forward—young, fast, but not fast enough. He hits the ground hard, a blade clattering from his hand. He’s wearing Nightshade colors. “Scout,” Stevie says, aiming her arrow.

"Who was tracking her scent in the Expanse?" "Our scouts checked the territory records," Abbott replied carefully, sensing the dangerous shift in his Alpha's demeanor. "There is no record of a mate or an alliance. The only male who ever crossed their threshold was Dr. Alistair Viremont. He was the attending healer who tried to patch up the boy after the accident."

I’m hyperventilating. “Your boys? They work for me,” he deadpans. Carley’s lips pucker at his words and her brows furrow. “They are one of your teams? A Death Kings’ Security team? That would make them like Storm and I.” “Not exactly. You’re working on becoming a field medic and Storm has infiltration possibilities that need to be refined. They are mercenaries,” Ryder explains like my universe isn’t imploding. “So they’re more like Uncle Jax and Aunt Ali then?” She asks him.

“As y’all know, Maliyah has been tasked with assisting me as scout leader. She has fought Alastor numerous times and can help give y’all an idea of what you’ll be up against. You will all also train with her in her dragon form from time to time.” Everyone in the room nods in acknowledge and doesn’t question my being in the room. Their survival bags are packed and they are each give a potion created by Dimitri to help with their scent. Dimitri found a way to change their scent so they appear rogue but he couldn’t make their scent disappear. They requires the death of a human and of course we aren’t going to start killing them. Each scout has been granted the ability to teleport as well as inc

There were 7 other medics here who were helps and taking orders from us but the fear in their eyes as they stood a good feet away from the trashing man told me that they would rather be quarantined with their families than be here. “You!” I nodded to a man with slightly ginger hair. I didn't recognize him as a healer from my pack so he was probably from Ronan's pack. It was really ironic seeing how the two packs had to merge to survive the plague. The man quickly rushed forward, his eyes wide. “Yes, Medic Nyx?” “Hold his legs. I need to check something” I muttered, my brain racking through the little things that I had learnt from the handbook that I stole from Seraphina’s house.

“You were shot less than twelve hours ago.” “And I am still breathing.” “That does not mean your stitches will survive another fight.” Ruin swung his legs off the bed. The movement made him grimace slightly, but he refused to stop. “You cannot lead this defense,” the medic said sharply. “I do not need to lead it,” Ruin answered. “I only need to be present.” The scout shifted nervously near the door. “They have not attacked yet,” he said. “They are waiting,” Ruin replied. “For what?” the scout asked.

He needed someone to save him. He belongs to a gang named Rangers that work undercover for the FBI. They work in a circle to eliminate the gangs like Skull, who are the main threat. They look illegal but they work under FBI. They need a doctor for Sebastian. A personal doctor provided by FBI. So the doctor don't reveal their secrets. Janis, daughter of the FBI agent Kyle. Kyle died many years ago while doing his mission and now his daughter is a doctor. The daughter of Kyle is the perfect person to treat Sebastian because she knows all the ropes of the FBI and she is trustable and won't reveal their secrets.

I stopped breathing. The orange light grew brighter. Two soldiers stepped into the chamber. They moved with a heavy, clanking deliberation. Their boots were leaden. Their armor was scarred. They didn't look like the high-tech Vane ghosts of the past; they looked like scavengers who had built a war machine out of scrap metal. "Check the crevices," the lead scout muttered. His pulse-rifle hummed, a low-frequency vibration that made my molars ache. "The bitch is wounded. She won't go far."