Tf2 Comics Scout Novels & Stories

Her eyes stung from all the dust and crying and she looked to Omar for help. "Tawaqaf! (Stop!) What are you doing?!" Omar desperately wanted to put a thousand bullets into Taheem's robotic head. He was so angry that he felt his eyes begin to tear up. "Taheem is only holding back, doesn't mean he wouldn't. You've seen what he can do, haven't you?" Omar knew, he had seen the man kill without emotions and without remorse. One word of approval from the Sheikh and Taheem would not hesitate.

Yet, I was so wrong. When I saw Jackal that day, I saw something in him that made me back out and depart the room. A ray of light, though not a dazzling one, united Scarlet and Jerk. Looking into my clairvoyance, I realised I had underestimated my enemy. Not only was he linked to Scarlet, possibly someone she had known when young, he was also not an ordinary human.

“Even if everyone else does. I’ll sit here until the moon falls out of the sky if that’s what it takes. You must come back to me, Sebastian. You hear me? You must come back.” His fingers stayed slack in mine. I closed my eyes and let exhaustion pull me under for a minute or maybe two. When I opened them again the lantern had burned low and shadows stretched long across the canvas walls. A soft knock sounded at the tent pole. One of the younger scouts slipped inside holding a folded piece of parchment sealed with black wax. The crest pressed into it showed a snarling wolf head with crescent moons for eyes. My stomach dropped. The scout hesitated. “It came by an hour ago. It’s addressed to you

Still in our wolf forms, we ran back into the forest and found a stream where we drank our fill. I sensed other wolves in the vicinity. We were on the border of another pack’s territory. “Identify yourselves.” Came the command. Kane and Joffrey flanked me, growling threateningly at the scouts. I shifted back to human form to address them. “Alpha Hunter of the Blood Fang pack. I need to see your alpha. I have an emergency.” The scouts bowed their heads to us. “Please follow us, Alpha. Alpha Damien Rouge is one of your allies. We will take you to him.” he said after he obviously mind linked his alpha.

The moon peeked through the clouds, catching the silver streak in his hair, and she noticed the way his jeans strained over muscles that shifted like liquid beneath his skin. “Your guard dog?” she said, nodding at the wolf. “Scout.” He pushed off the tree, and the wolf melted back into the woods. “He doesn’t trust humans. Can’t blame him.” “Mutual.” She held up the vial. “Prove it works. Then I’ll follow.”

"Look at you, all eager to please. You didn't even offer anything in return. Why would she help you out?" He then handed me a card. "I'm Daniel Jenkins. Here's a little something for our first meeting. ZenWave's beauty clinics are all part of my family business. With this card, you can enjoy unlimited visits." ZenWave was a well-known, high-end beauty clinic chain. A single visit there could cost tens of thousands of dollars. This gift was too generous. I didn't take the card, but Leon snatched it from Daniel's hand and stuffed it into mine.

The earth was disturbed, footprints, broken twigs, subtle signs of recent passage. “We need to move carefully,” Damascus said, “No mistakes.” Suddenly, a sharp crack echoed from the trees ahead. Everyone froze. From the shadows, a figure emerged, a young wolf scout, eyes wide with surprise before recognition flickered. “Who’s there?” the scout demanded. Damascus stepped forward, calm but commanding, “We didn't come to fight. We seek only to understand the Alpha wants.” The scout hesitated, then nodded slowly, “You’re braver than most.”

"I'll do the same. We'll move together from now on. First, we wipe out Fanghold!" Travis slammed his fist on the table. "Well said, Roxanne! This is our territory—how can we ever let the Jayzepanese run rampant here?" Constantine, momentarily lost in thought, nearly jumped out of his seat at the sudden slam. "All right, let's move—early in, early back," he muttered. With the two leaders gone, Travis dispatched a subordinate to spy on Fanghold. The subordinate, an ability user, could condense his abilities into the form of birds, beasts, or other creatures. He could roam up to ten kilometers away, with everything he saw or heard instantly transmitted to his mind. He was the perfect scout.

“The boy. Did you see him?” “Yes, Alpha.” The scout’s expression shifted, not worried exactly, but struck by something. “He was walking on his own. They weren’t carrying him. He was keeping pace with their formation and…” The scout paused, seemingly uncertain how to say what he’d observed. “Tell me exactly what you saw,” Xavier said. “He was talking, Alpha. To one of the Crimson Wolf warriors. Not upset. Not crying. Just talking. Like he was asking questions.” Aria felt something between relief and awe move through her chest.

A seasoned scout standing to Jax's left slowly lowered his tactical rifle, his chest heaving as his hands physically shook against the metal stock. "But sir... I don't know if I can," the scout stammered, his voice tight with a deep, instinctual panic that overrode his training. He was asking a wolf to fire on the face of his own Alpha. "I mean... they look just like you and Jax. And..." The scout swallowed hard, looking physically ill as his trembling finger pointed deeper into the shadowed cavern.