Scout X Sniper Novels & Stories

the scarred brute explained. “I want a detailed report from the scouts. Make sure they stay hidden and keep with the wind to blow their scents in the opposite direction. I want multiple wolfsbane vials on them at all times in case they are found.” He looked at the man next to him. “Nash, pick twenty smaller and faster men to be in charge of that.” Nash, the scarred second, nodded. So Nash was his name? I couldn’t wait to watch Xander tear him limb from limb. There was no greater gift I could present to my mate.

My stomach turned hearing it. Because there shouldn’t have been windchimes or other women's voices out here. The second scout returned on foot. Alone. Shaking. His supplies are missing. Weapons. Food. Communications equipment. He insisted something followed him from the tree line. Whenever he stopped— It stopped. Whenever he moved— It moved. But every time he searched… Nothing. No scent. No tracks. Then, while Shianne examined him, he whispered: “They knew my name.” Silence followed.

"The next man who opens his fucking mouth without my permission gets a bullet between his eyes!" The crowd went dead quiet, the tension in the air stretching so tight it felt ready to snap. I walked down the metal steps, the. stopped right in front of Rylan’s two scouts. I didn't say a word to them. I didn't give them the satisfaction of a speech. I just drew my heavy combat pistol, leveled the barrel straight at the first scout's forehead, and squeezed the trigger. BANG. The loud crack echoed violently off the concrete walls. The scout collapsed instantly into the dirt, his skull shattered, his blood splashing across the boots of his companion. Before the second man could even gasp, I shift

"Two scouts. Fast, quiet, thermal-masking. Reach the relay station through the southwest arc, disrupt the transmission." "That's two scouts inside a ring of fifty-four siege engines," one of Vance's wolves said. "Two scouts who grew up on ridges in the dark," Xander said. "Which is exactly what this requires." He looked at Vance. Vance looked at his scouts. Two of them were already checking their gear without being asked. "Thirty minutes to position," the first one said. "Twenty-five," Xander said. The scout looked at the terrain. "Twenty-five," she agreed.

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.