Scouts Regiment Novels & Stories

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

Fear crept up my lungs “What’s happening?!” I demanded, matching Liam’s pace. “We don’t know yet,” Liam said, jaw tight. “Scouts reported movement but—” He cut himself off, eyes narrowing as the shouts grew louder. “—they didn’t say what kind of movement.” That was strange. Scouts always reported everything: numbers, direction, scent, and formation. For them to send nothing but a single-word message meant two things: Either they didn’t know what they were seeing—

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

Scouts reported that the rogues were already moving in—too fast, too coordinated for this to be anything but a premeditated strike. The quadruple alphas stood at the head of the war camp, issuing orders with seamless precision. Kael moved like a blade, sharp and commanding; Ronan’s deep voice carried across the ranks like steel striking stone; Darius’s presence lit fires in the soldiers’ hearts; and Levi, always a step ahead, positioned the pack’s forces like a chess master. And then there was me. Not hiding. Not waiting in the background. I stood beside them, armor fitted to my frame, the weight of my daggers familiar against my hips.

As soon as I hear her bedroom door close, I lead Dane and I into my office. “What’s up?” I casually walk to my desk picking up my watch and car keys for later. “It was my decision not to let you know for the past few nights, I wanted Luna to feel settled…for you to spend time with her and not worry…” “Know what?” “Scouts have been spotted a few miles off the borders.” “Are they passing through?” We were a big pack, with a large land coverage…this wasn’t unusual. “No, they keep changing their formation every night..they are looking for a weakness.”

"Expand the search. Do a comprehensive search of the area. “Scan initiated, targeting Mount Regent. Scanning in progress.” Beep, beep, beep! "The scan is complete. Steel, we've got the results." Helen handed over a printout of some images to Steel. He examined the images as everyone gathered around to take a look. Most of the pictures showed the structural scans of Mount Regent's mountain range, showing the direction and layout of the entire mountain. As they gazed at the Evercrest soldiers who had died on the mountain, they noticed something unusual. "What's this?" Padraig pointed at some outlines in the pictures.

A scout burst through the broken entrance, breathing hard enough to stagger. Astrid rose instantly. "What happened?" The young warrior struggled to catch his breath. "We searched..." He swallowed. "We searched the battlefield." "And?" "We found the Regent's command camp." Cassian stepped forward despite the pain. "Was he there?" The scout slowly shook his head. "No." A knot tightened in Lyra's stomach. "Did he escape?" Astrid asked. The scout's face had gone pale. "No." His voice dropped to a whisper. "He didn't escape."