Scout X Tracer Novels & Stories

He knew that the task that he had said must have been the task of killing. In fact, for the past five years, Scout has also accepted a job as an assassin. In addition to working as a architec for luxury buildings in America, Scout also does dark jobs that are solely done to get his adrenaline pumping. Playing with guns and knives is one of the pleasures that can make him forget all his sorrows. And it looks like tonight Scout Voyage has found a new target. "Master, Xaner has come," told Wills to the Scout who is eating his delicious meal.

Axel adds. “Scout, why?” Thyra responds. “That helps, one of the squad nine members I was thinking about is a Scout also,” Axel replies. “And the other?” I ask realizing he was talking about swapping Phan Toorek from our squad. “Well seeing that I am all about setting creatures up in love matches, lets keep him and Mona together. Move them to squad 6, and trade in another infantry and scout member,” Axel teases. I nod acceptance to his idea. “Well Thyra, are you in?”

Not while the sound of distant sirens echoed down into the canyon like a warning bell. Xander stayed half a step ahead, body angled to shield him from the worst of the wind, one hand steady at Zade’s waist. He moved with purpose, scanning cliff edges and narrow ledges as if mapping the ravine in real time. “They’ll deploy trackers,” Xander said over the storm. “Thermal first. Then scent units.” Zade swallowed. “I can mask.” Xander shot him a sharp look. “You’re already pushing your system too far.” “I’m not helpless,” Zade snapped.

"Exactly. All you need to know is: we're going in, we're getting your wife out, and we'll deal with whoever's holding her exactly how you say. Then we clean up the scene—no further contact. Understood?" "Completely," he answered. "Your grandfather mentioned you brought a tracker?" she asked. "In a way," Scott replied. He pulled a handheld device from his pocket. "It's a portable gaming console—Gamering Pro, made by us. Kids lose them all the time, so we added a tracking app. Battery lasts for miles." He showed his phone: a green dot blinking on the screen. The woman smiled and handed it to their leader. "I like you, Mr. Hamilton," she said before giving the phone back to the team's lead. "Wh

There was a metallic click sound on rocks. The eyes of Tyra opened. “They discovered us.” I could see movement of trees through the broken windows. Black figures falling down, coming down to the ground with no sound. Council Scouts. Their metal limbs shone in the dark, and their faces were covered by black visors. The latter one knelt and examined the ground with a sort of instrument. It stopped and cocked its head. Then it said into a communicator, “Target found, everything is united, communicate in thirty seconds."

Dre shouted horrified. “Xeon said he had everything in control,” Alpha Arrow frowned. “You don’t understand, Daddy !! Unknown to others, Treco is a Beta and a tracker too ! He can easily circumvent all traps and can instead, lure the enemy to his planted ones. Oh fuck ! What about Xeon ? And damn ! I swore in front of you. Shit ! No not again dammit ! Ughh,” Dre said infuriated but then successfully, shook himself out of the cursing loop. “Sorry for cursing, Daddy but I gotta save my mate,” he urgently said.

"They think I will be crying and planing on how to come back to them, but no!" "Then remind them," Tristan said. "When the time is right, remind them all that they made a grave mistake." But before I could answer, a scream pierced the camp. We rushed outside and one of the scouts staggered in, blood pouring from his chest. "H-hunters…" he gasped. "Not soldiers…" Tristan caught him before he fell. "What is it?" The scout's lips trembled. "Shadows… monsters… sent by the Veylen lord himself." My blood ran cold.

“Someone is hurt.” “How did you know?” “Stop asking her,” Califf grunted at Kairo. “Can you tell where?” “Three o’clock.” I pointed directly to the right. “Don’t jump in there. There might be traps or something.” “She’s right,” Lyon agreed. “Check for broken twigs, leaves, and branches. Use your senses.” “If you smell something, use your pack link,” Califf told them. Zack told me Lyon was an expert in Scout and Raiden, too. Tor was an excellent hunter. That was why the two of them went ahead of us. Zack remained behind us.

But Shane’s scent was here, clear as day. Shane spotted the rebels clan out near the edge of the village, looking across the pack. Shane only had two helpers backing him up, and with an attack force of only three, it stood to reason that he would be trying to go straight for the jugular by taking out the alpha. Moments later, Scar located Shane and his goons, creeping along on four legs downwind of the rebels, slowly advancing on to their direction , their tails twitching in impending attack.

I shouted, tackling Elena as a dart whistled through the air where she'd been standing. Jax growled, shifting partially into his wolf form. "Where are they?" I drew my blades, eyes tracking the slight movement in the underbrush. "Three o'clock, two hostiles. More at our six." Tomas sniffed the air furiously. "I can't smell anything!" "Trust your eyes, not your nose," I directed, falling easily into combat mode. "Move in pairs, watch for traps underfoot." I barely finished speaking before the forest exploded in chaos. Syndicate scouts in black tactical gear swarmed from hidden places. These weren't killers like me—these were information gatherers, armed for defense rather than killing.