Scout X Reader Novels & Stories

The wind whistled through the jagged pines like a low, mournful flute, carrying with it the scent of wet fur and iron. Three wolves crouched in the dense undergrowth of the western ridge, their forms nearly invisible against the grey shale and rotting moss. These weren't the sleek, well-fed guardians of Alex’s pack. These were North Scouts—leathery, scarred, and driven by a hunger that went beyond the stomach.

Jackson wiped the dust from the pizza base on his jeans and focused on the laptop. “Are there books about the Bloodmoon pack I can look into?” Scarlett asked, She was never one for technology, she preferred to do her research in old school, with a notepad, highlighters, and books. Mikael nodded his head and vamped back and forth with a stack of 14 books. “Damn! I will help you with that.” Sasha offered, Scarlett gave her a grateful look with big eyes.

My entire body buzzes with excitement as Scarlett itches to get out of the car, clawing to find Slade. As we approach the gate, something changes as warriors pour out of the woods surrounding the car, their uniforms different from New Moons. "Fuck," Xander says, slowing the car, before placing it in park and leaving it in idle. Keeping his hands on the steering wheel the nerves rolling off of him in spades as he rolls down the window, a warrior walking forward to talk to us.

My eyes move around based on instinct and as if fate is trying to test me, I see the dragon rider book lying on the floor, along with other books that have fallen with his bookshelf. My body tightens. It’s a pretty black colored large book with gold fonts. I had looked for it the other day but Xaden had come in before I could find it. I promised Liam to steal this for him and in return— he would protect my lie. But funny enough, I don’t have a single urge to reach for the book. My attention returns to Xaden limp body. I lower my upper body to his, placing my ear in front of his heart. I can’t hear a single breath. His chest is not moving.

They were disappointed by the unexpected turn of events, and their desires remained unsatisfied. A crewman approached Xavier, gently extending a book that the mysterious author had borrowed the night before. Xavier's interest was immediately sparked as he opened the book, his gaze drawn directly to a marked page that held a surprise. As his gaze settled on the paper, Xavier was overcome with awe. At the very beginning of the specified page, there was a note written by the enigmatic author himself. It was a private message, intended just for Xavier, a reader who adored the author's work.

Brem straightens as the scout who delivered the full briefing steps into the room, young, road-worn, the journey from the eastern border visible in the dust still on the boots and the tight set of the shoulders that comes from carrying information at speed. The scout meets Lucian's eyes. "He walks again, My Alpha," the scout says.

Yet, I was so wrong. When I saw Jackal that day, I saw something in him that made me back out and depart the room. A ray of light, though not a dazzling one, united Scarlet and Jerk. Looking into my clairvoyance, I realised I had underestimated my enemy. Not only was he linked to Scarlet, possibly someone she had known when young, he was also not an ordinary human.

Kai. ​The scout's final memory is filled with the terrifying blur of Atlas roaring to life, his silver-tipped black fur a storm that shielded her. His roar was thunderous as he tackled my scout, tearing his throat out before the powder could fully take hold. Kai's bond to the girl... it is a pull I can sense even through the dead scout's eyes, but I cannot comprehend it. It is a brilliant silver flame that actively thwarts the shadows.

Aurora asked, her face displaying a large smile. “Yeah.” Xander didn’t say anything, his eyes remained on the mountain. “About the rogues, you told me you killed one of the hunters, didn’t you?” Aurora said, her eyes on Xander. I looked at Xander, dumbfounded. “You killed one of the hunters?” Xander sighed and looked at us. “Yeah, he was one of the rogues. He’s human,” Xander said, scoffing in disdain. “I want you to trace the scent. I need to find the mask behind the penetration of these filthy hunters,” Xander said and Aurora nodded.

The wind howled through the branches like a warning. Three days of silence. Three days of nothing. And now suddenly— We had a lead. It all seemed a little too convenient. My instincts screamed that something about this felt wrong. But Xavier didn’t hesitate. He couldn’t. Not with his mate and children out there. After nearly two hours of riding, the scout finally raised a hand. “We’re close.” The warriors slowed. Weapons were drawn. The forest grew unnaturally quiet. Only the sound of our breathing. Then— The smell hit us. Rot. Blood. Corruption.