Scout X Tracer Novels & Stories

I tracked a single, familiar scent through the smell of diesel and sulfur—the musk of a shifting wolf hybrid. Ezra was standing alone near the edge of a sheer cliff drop, a pair of tactical binoculars pressed to his eyes as he scanned the northern peaks for Vex's scouts. His uniform jacket was unzipped, the wind blowing his dark hair across his face. I didn't sneak up on him. A hybrid hears a boot crunch on gravel a mile away. He didn't drop the binoculars, but his jaw clenched as I stepped into his perimeter. "You're out of your sector, scout," Ezra said, his voice flat and deadpan, exactly like his Commander's. "Get back to the cargo trucks before I have the guards tie you to the flatbed."

“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.”

Captain Hiragi trains us himself. When we headed to the back of the camp where we train, the others were already there. There are only four of us- me, Marco, Josaiah, and Xy. I’m a marksman. I use an electrified steel bow that generates its own steel charged arrows. Marco Kleighs is an assassin. He uses daggers that poison the blood of the flesh it is pierced or slashed on. Even the smallest and slightest of cuts can kill the person in a matter of seconds. Josaiah Solace is the warrior, the fighter who has the best combat skills in the squad. He carries laser induced plasma twin blades that shade the color emerald. Xy Caurus is the creator or the inventor. He runs the ground game- creating

The air grew thicker with that chemical smell. Halfway through the crawl the bond spiked with sharp warning. Kael stopped so abruptly I nearly collided with his back. “Contact ahead.” Figures moved in the dim light at the far end of the crawl were two corporate scouts who had somehow looped ahead using a parallel route. Inhibitors glowed on their wrists. There was no room for a clean fight.

I came back to the room and was instructed to lay down. Jason told me to relax before the examination began, and I tried to as much as I could, I really didn't know much about all these machines, but as I relaxed I watched as they began the process as I slowly move inside the X-ray machine, it was like the Machine was scanning me, I've never really had a reason to enter an x-ray machine, this was my first. When the machine was done, I slowly came out, I breathed a sigh of relief as Jason helped me sit up.

He stood and waited for an answer. “Yes, Alpha. They won't leave our site.” The scout replied, still hunched over like the hunchback of Notre dame. The giant of a man then walked into the trees and disappeared. I guessed that had been Driscoll and I couldn't lie, he was scary, intimidating and powerful. You could feel the strength and power ooze off of the guy. His strong scent filled the air and for once in my life, I was scared of something. If I was defeated by him, he would kill me. I didn't care about dying for Aubrey, but if I did, obviously the future I'd planned for her would be lost. She would probably end up with Chase and she’d be by his side until he cheated or got bored of her.

“I think so. I know not all hunters glow when they use theirs, so I’m not sure if the glow is from my gift or from the god part of me.” “Dorian, was there anything in the archives about a hunter glowing when using their gift? I don’t think I’ve ever heard of that either.” Alpha Avery asks him. “Alpha, the only gift that causes a hunter to glow, is when the gift has something to do with seeing or ‘interacting’ with a soul. There are no hunters that currently have a gift like that. Any kind of soul gift is extremely rare.” Well shit. “So if I’m on a hunt, and I use my gift, I’ll glow and give away where I am. And any other hunters that are with me. That seems like the exact opposite of helpful

The corrupting energy washed over him, and he cried out, collapsing to his knees. It couldn't harm him as it harmed me, but he felt it—a soul-deep chill, a violation that stole his breath. His intervention disrupted the beam's focus. The tether to me wavered, its grip loosening. Elara didn't scream. She moved with a ferocity I didn't know she possessed. Her eyes, clear and sharp with a lucid fury, spotted the obsidian dagger where it had fallen. She lunged, her bandaged hand closing around the hilt.

—he nodded to Elowen—“hush at key intervals so their scanners can’t lock. When the roads converge near the Complex, we rejoin. To the outside, it will look like you took their route all along.” “And the bounty hunters?” Rae asked. “They’ll come anyway,” Kieran said. “But they’ll be guessing. Guessing is slower than certainty.” Daire’s shoulders were still hard lines of tension. “I don’t like you at the front,” he told Kieran. “You like alternatives less,” Kieran said. “Unless you’d prefer to leave Lunaris blind and trust Tribunal signage to get us there in one piece.” Elowen cut in before Daire could answer. “Kieran scouts,” she said. “Not alone. With a Lunaris pair and one of Daire’s wolves

He hadn't been careful enough and it didn't cross his mind that they could follow him here and they had, he had led them straight here without him knowing and now they had her. "You followed me?" "We have to bring you and the American back as per the wishes of the Sheikh." "And you come to me fully armed?" "We are trained to always be armed Omar. A guard is always armed and ready." Omar knew what he said was true but he hated the guts of the man, he had dared to call Megan "the American". "The American has a name Taheem." But Taheem didn't respond, instead he stood still, never for once tearing his gaze away from the two of them.