Scout X Sniper Novels & Stories

she asked, and for the first time, she sounded genuinely uncertain. “The same way you do everything else. One step at a time.” She didn’t look entirely convinced, but she nodded. They rode in silence for another hour before the first scout found them. He dropped from a tree branch onto the path ahead, landing in a crouch, his hand on his blade. Young, maybe eighteen, with wide dark eyes and a scar across his chin. He looked at the group, taking in Kaden and Kael’s size, Gregor’s sword, Mother Elara’s calm, Vera’s uncertainty.

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

My father gave it to me the night I inherited the title, pressing it into my palm with a look that said more than any oath. I tuck it into the sheath at my hip, let the weight remind me of what I am. “Standard formation,” I say. “Tessa, you take the right. Luka left. Scouts in diamond. I’ll be at point. We move silent until we have visual, then you follow my lead.” Tessa and Luka exchange a glance—less about trust, more about who gets first crack. The scouts, both named something with too many consonants, simply nod and slip into the snow like ghosts. They’ve done this before.

Cobra said. "Go ahead and send her details. I'll be waiting." At the same time, Sniper left the room, prepared to gather all the gangs as commanded by Stallion. Their goal was to dismantle what remained of the Black Scorpions. However, as he approached his car, a dynamite gun was fired at him. The car exploded upon impact, instantly shattering his body into pieces. At this moment, Stallion was about to send the picture of Queen to Cobra when he heard an explosion. He quickly paused and rushed to the window to see what was happening. He looked around but couldn't trace the source of the attack.

The realization sinks heavy between us. “You’re sure,” he says. “I’m Sovereign,” I reply. “Certainty isn’t optional anymore.” A scream tears through the morning. Sharp. Human. The camp explodes into motion. Tristan is on his feet instantly, pulling me with him as wolves shift mid-stride, bones snapping, fur ripping free. Razorbacks draw weapons, forming a defensive arc. The scream comes again cut off abruptly. “East perimeter!” someone shouts. We move as one. The scene is chaos when we arrive. Snow churned red. A young scout lies crumpled near the treeline, eyes wide and glassy, throat torn open. His wolf flickers weakly before going still.

The scent of damp earth and aggressive boy-musk rolled off him, thick and suffocating. Harrison stepped into my personal space, his towering frame casting a shadow that swallowed me whole. He smelled like cedarwood and a coming storm—the signature scent of the Cole lineage. “I’m the Lead Scout for this match. My word is Law of the Pack. You struck out, Cruz. Move your scrawny tail off the field.” “You’re cheating!” I barked, the vibration catching in my throat. I wasn’t shifted—none of us were at eleven—but the heat in my chest felt like liquid silver. “Just because your father runs the Northern Reach doesn’t mean you own the dirt we’re standing on.”

Anna moved from behind the sniper gun she was setting. Brianna just needed the sniper gun to get a grip on her target. She did not bring the whole of it. And it wasn’t the gun she would use in case she gets the information she needs from Jack Foster. The one she brought with her today was an airsoft sniper gun, a Novsitsch SSG10 A3 airsoft sniper gun, with only a short barrel, bipod, and sniper scope. There was no butt pad, so the long gun wasn’t that long as usual, and there was no magazine, no ammo, too.

The healer pushed forward, but the scout clawed weakly at the earth, forcing himself upright as if his body refused to die until the words left his mouth. His gaze lifted. It locked onto Ronan. Then it flicked to the elders. Then, finally, it landed on Morrigan. His expression twisted, not with fear, but with something worse. Betrayal. “Stop…” the scout rasped. Elder Soren stepped forward, impatient. “This is sacred ground. Remove him.” The scout coughed again, blood staining his lips. “No,” he choked out. “I have to." Morrigan’s voice remained calm. “He is delirious,” she said gently. “The poor wolf is injured.”

The sabretooth staggered a bit due to the pain, but it still bolted after them. Kalen knew that the sniper will be useless within close range combat. He left the sniper behind and rushed towards Aledos position. Aledos was waiting for the sabretooth to get closer as he held the dual laser pistols in hand. Kalen pulled out his dual laser pistols as he ran towards Aledos.

Mack says getting up from the table. Mason and Tanner both take a deep breath before Mason says. “Let’s start by listing off who we have and their position in the pack.” Tanner nods before adding. “You should know all, but 2 of the men I brought with me have all been trained as either a Navy Seal, Marine Sniper, Special Forces, each one are equally trained and will not hesitate to kill Shaba, or Josiah. The only worries I have with pairing them off is personality clashes.” “I understand, let me tell you about my men and we can go from there.” Mason replies.