Scouts Regiment Novels & Stories

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.

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

she said. “You do?” I wrote. “The scouts are a unique group,” Naomi said. “And yes, healing skills will be useful to you. As it happens, you impressed Gregor. He’s our best teacher. He’s a little rough around the edges, but he knows his stuff. Do you think you can handle him? If you can’t, I’ll be happy to teach you.” “I’m not afraid of a grumpy healer,” I wrote. Naomi laughed. “You’ll be eating those words soon enough. But if you’re going to be a scout, you need a stout heart. Let’s go find the old grouch.”

These scouts were a mixture of alpha and beta breeds and always followed the Alpha King's words. The same setting was visible back to the main village in the Northern Woods. Currently, there were two scouts in this mansion while the other two were left in the Northern Woods to protect the other members there. But two scouts didn't mean less strength or power. From what I learned back in the academy, one scout was equivalent to an entire pack's physical strength minus the alpha. Meaning, going against this mighty level could mean danger for one's own life... "It seems the Alpha King is planning to take both you and Luna Selene back in the main village once the ritual is over. Before this happ

“Western movement. Large force. Organized. Disciplined. They’re advancing along three separate routes— fast, deliberate. No banners.” I clenched my fists. Revna. The name burned, unspoken, between us. Levi’s gaze flicked to me, sharp with recognition. “How far?” Levi asked. “One day out at most,” the scout replied. “Possibly less. They’re not stopping in villages. They’re… passing through.” A controlled force, then. Not marauders. Not rogues. Not chaos. I exhaled slowly. “Anything else?” The scout hesitated. That hesitation cost him a scowl from me.

The armor that these Knights wore gave out a distinct luster while their silken scarves and capes looked brand new, but stranger still they all seemed to be laughing and cheering, it was the Dwyle clan again, celebrating the fact that there was still some war left to fight in. “Damned bastards” Lurti scowls as he spits on their direction. I could see the Legionnaire Cohorts the 23rd, the 35th and the 29th also getting into formation while the Spearman Cohort 19th and the 78th also move in for the march. In the back were the Musket Gunner Cohort the 60th all, hurriedly strapping their muskets to their backs. I get in formation with the rest as Trosdig starts banging his shield with his sword,

Maddox pressed. “There are tracks everywhere.” the scout continued. “Heavy. Organized. Not rogues. Or at least not mostly.” My spine went cold. “How many?” I asked. The scout hesitated. Rafe’s jaw tightened. “Speak.” “Hundreds.” the scout said hoarsely. “Werewolf warriors. Multiple packs. Banners we didn’t recognize.” The room erupted. “That’s an invasion force.” “They’re claiming.” “No, she’s gathering them.” I lifted my hand. Silence snapped back into place. “Where?” I asked.

Across the harbour, a single lighthouse jutted into the clear blue sky, pointed at the midday sun. Allegedly, the United States Army wanted to use the power plant as a staging ground for a push west into Russia, and Scythe Squadron was in charge of securing it so their transports could move in. Unfortunately for them, the Alliance had been covertly studying Scythe Squadron for months. Scythe Squadron was a five-mech patrol unit specializing in stealing enemy resources and crippling supply lines. The moniker was clever-they reaped what their enemies sowed. Their commander, simply known as Harlow, was a brash veteran with a powerful sense of loyalty towards both Axion Industries and his govern