Scouts Regiment Novels & Stories

Only Kate, standing just off my shoulder, knew the truth. Camerin unrolled the assignment lists and began calling names. “First squad, eastern ridge patrol, you'll rotate in pairs, eyes sharp. Second squad, you’ll sweep the southern sector.” His voice carried like steel, calm, commanding. Micah stepped forward to reinforce. “Scouts will move ahead and report any signs of unusual movement. No straying from the assigned paths. You’ll rotate through the night. Fresh eyes every few hours.” The wolves nodded, some smirking, some flexing their claws as if eager to stretch their strength. They didn’t realize the game had already changed.

exclaimed Goldfish as they picked up their rifles. Isuzu hid down a pit as her heart started to pound fast, hoping nothing dire happens to any of them. "By order of the New British Army 31st Foot Regiment under General Foster, identify yourselves!" shouted the unidentified figures. The scouts looked at each other, then Goldfish raised his arm, "Scouts, 42nd Foot Regiment under Captain Campbell!" he shouted. "Do you have the objective?!" echoed the man in the forest. "Show yourselves first!" answered Goldfish.

The battle ended swiftly. One of the teams approached and saluted Arnold and the second team captain. Arnold returned the salute. “Which unit are you from?” The person responded, “We’re the South Regent’s troops. We received a message from the villagers here informing us that you were Ethan Rivers’ men, so we came as backup.” Arnold and the second team leader exchanged a look, their expressions filled with shock. The South Regent sent a team as reinforcements because he heard that they were with Ethan?

Commander Thorne bowed low, his dark gray uniform crisp, his sword at his side. “Report,” Aaron said sharply, his voice clipped, all traces of the softness he had shown with Darya moments ago completely vanished. The man straightened, gesturing to a younger patrol scout who stepped forward. He looked barely out of adolescence, his armor slightly too big, his hands trembling as he clutched a rolled parchment. But his eyes were sharp with urgency. “We spotted movement from the Northern Crest,” the scout said, unfolding the map onto the war table. “A formation. Large and well-trained. Not a wandering band of rogues or traders. This was an army.”

Shouted orders ricocheted across the compound: “Scouts, forward!” “Eastern regiment- hold formation!” “Alpha approaching!” “Luna to the front!” Every command hit like a drumbeat. Every sound burned. I pressed a hand to my mouth, swallowing a sound I didn’t want to make. Please come back. The horns sounded again- three notes in rising succession. The signal to march. And then the courtyard erupted: The roar of hundreds of voices - warriors shouting in unity, a pack responding to its leaders. Boots and paws surged forward.

he asked, voice low with the suspicion that comes with rules. Rexor met the boy’s eyes and saw fear of censure, of orders, of the Alpha’s temper. It made his own chest tighten. “I ride on a scouting sweep,” he said with the authority he carried like a mantle. “The eastern watch sent word of rogues near the ravine. I'm going to look.” The youth blinked, relief softening his features, there were many small falsehoods that made up pack life. “Will you return before dawn?” Rexor forced a small, merciful lie. “If all goes well.” He slid the reins over the horse’s neck, the animal sighing as it felt familiar weight. He did not intend to return empty-handed.

Communication signals were organized. Supplies were being redistributed strategically. This was not chaos. This was structure. One scout returned quickly to Red Hollow with a report. Lucian listened without interrupting. “They train at dusk,” the scout said. “Small units. Rotational leadership. Not random.” “And their leader?” Lucian asked. The scout hesitated. “We have not confirmed.” “But?” “There is talk. Of a woman.” Lucian’s gaze sharpened almost imperceptibly. “A woman.” “Yes, Alpha.”

He stood up, looking toward the dark horizon. "I'll come back for you," he promised. "When I'm an Alpha. When I have a pack of my own. I'll come back and I'll burn this whole valley down to get to you." He jumped off the bridge into the brush below. "Grayson!" There was no answer. Only the wind in the sweet gums. Ten years later. I stood on the balcony of the Reed manor, watching the scouts return. I wasn't the little girl with pigtails anymore. I was the Regent of the Reed Pack, holding things together while Mason’s health failed.

Fleur ordered them to investigate the Acker family's helicopter, and they immediately turned their attention to the Acker family's aviation company. On Esteban's order, more than a thousand Scouts from the Left Military Governor Office, who had been lurking in the United States for many days, began to move. A small number of them began to look for clues about Zekeiah and Mr. Zorro while most of them infiltrated all over New York to find clues about the Rothschild family's stolen antiques. On the other hand, the Scouts closest to the aviation company went there as soon as possible to investigate. The Scouts were a team of reconnaissance soldiers directly under the Five Military Governor Offic

I patted General Bregus on the back and we both walked towards the galloping soldier, hope renewed in all of us. The Scout pulled his horse up next to us. It shook his mane and neighed loudly in response as it tried to settle down from the long gallop. Just like me, the scout’s eyes where black underneath them. He looked tired and exhausted from staying up all night. He was another young soldier as well. Black thick hair pulled into a tight ponytail atop his head, dark blue eyes that screamed he had seen better days. His posture was held high, but you could tell he was wary from travel, and from battle. He had a perfect tan that even I was jealous of. Unlike the Knights and Soldiers, the sco