Sniper X Scout Novels & Stories

What followed would be the inevitable days of sex and closing feasts before they took their mates home for their tribes to welcome. The second group of hunters was searching more slowly for a scent that would knock them over. They needed to find the one scent that would tell them which prey was their mate. They were taking their time, searching the grass and brush. When one of those hunters found the scent, he would take off at a dead sprint, a cheer going up around him as he found a trail to chase. Every hunter knew they had a prey in the Hunt due to the new rules, but not every hunter had seen their prey in the starting line. Some hunters had to work to get a scent of the trail they would

As if it was expecting someone to block him, the creature just maneuvered mid-air like a fluid ghost. The vicious creature just used its talons to graze the scout's back, grab and throw him in the opposite direction. It seems that the slim assassin was also trying to sneak up on the beast mid air. But the beast was not a fool either. The scout was about to crash against the assign who was already hovering behind the creature's back with tormenting bloodlust in her eyes and a thing rapier in her clutch. Fortunately, before the scout could crash, the frail looking assassin landed her feet on the tip of the lance to make a double jump towards the Inca.

"And how do I do that? By killing my friend?" "You both aren't any longer," "You will speak of no such to my ears, Lucian. I want you to find a scout. I need to know what is happening," A scout was an important part of the werewolf Pack, hinged with the responsibility of warning the Pack of dangerous territory outside the pack and also giving updates on situations of a battle like this. "There he is," Lucian pointed down at the valley. A masculine form dressed in dark combat outfit was walking towards the hill. Leon folded his arms and waited for him to get to him.

Cobra said. "Go ahead and send her details. I'll be waiting." At the same time, Sniper left the room, prepared to gather all the gangs as commanded by Stallion. Their goal was to dismantle what remained of the Black Scorpions. However, as he approached his car, a dynamite gun was fired at him. The car exploded upon impact, instantly shattering his body into pieces. At this moment, Stallion was about to send the picture of Queen to Cobra when he heard an explosion. He quickly paused and rushed to the window to see what was happening. He looked around but couldn't trace the source of the attack.

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?”

As for Sean, he finally saw the sniper's face clearly. The sniper looked like an Orwallian; he was clearly a mercenary from abroad. "Who sent you here?" Sean asked coldly. The sniper didn't answer. He rubbed his eyes vigorously, but Sean didn't disappear. Instead, he saw Sean clearer! The sniper finally understood that everything in front of his eyes was really happening. Sean was a top expert! The sniper took a deep breath, and there was an unprecedentedly serious look in his eyes. He quickly pulled out a dagger from his waist. It had been covered with strong venom.

The last one hesitates, then bolts, but I’m not letting him go. “Grab him!” I yell, and Raymond’s light snares the scout’s leg, tripping him. I’m on him in a second, knee in his back, shadows pinning his arms. “Talk,” I growl, pressing harder. “Why’s the guild after us?” The scout’s young, barely older than Raymond, and he’s shaking, eyes wide with dread. “Guild will kill you both,” he spits, but his voice cracks. “You’re dead already.”

Together. I tightened my grip on Nico’s arm, letting him guide me, let me lean on him, lean on Luca and Matteo when the path became treacherous. The fog twisted and shifted, hiding cliffs, roots, and dangers. Every snap of a branch or distant call made me flinch. Then a shadow moved — quick, precise—a scout, closing in. My heart hammered. Nico I dropped to one knee, gun raised, signaling to Luca and Matteo. The scouts were fast, shadows weaving through the fog. I whispered to Serena, voice low and sharp. “Stay down. Hold still. Don’t breathe if you can help it.”

Cassius followed, eyes sharp, hands moving with precision as he double-checked communications and verified each access point. Outside, the first light revealed long shadows stretching across the estate grounds, shadows that seemed to ripple with movement, and a distant engine growled, low and threatening, signaling the arrival of those who had made their first move. The moment stretched, taut and electric, until a figure emerged from behind a tree line, a lone scout, small, fast, and precise, carrying equipment that suggested reconnaissance rather than confrontation. Cassius spotted him first, hand snapping to his sidearm as he signaled Marco with a subtle flick of his wrist. Marco understoo

“Frustrating, isn’t it? I went through thirty-eight weapons before I found mine.” “His was a shovel,” Rion deadpans. Edward laughs. “It was not a shovel. It was a halberd. It only looked like a shovel because it was a prototype. You know this, Rion.” I laugh too, but it’s strained. The farther I go, the more ridiculous I feel. What if I’m the only one who doesn’t get a weapon? What if I’m a different type of hunter altogether? Worse—what if I’m not actually a hunter at all? What if someone made a mistake?