Tf2 Comics Scout Novels & Stories

A wizard, of his rank, saw them more than some men have coins in their purses. "He's riding a Yaweldur," the scout replied under his breath. "What did you say?"Galwan slowly turned towards the scout. He blankly looked at the scout. "It's a type of a bear-wolf," the scout replied, "at the shoulders it's taller than a horse." The scout smiled, enjoying in his small victory, for he knew something that the all-knowingly wizard didn't know. A few victories make a man fell mighty; the same could be said for a gnardil.

I smiled and nodded as I stood with him. “Of course. Tristan and Elle choose some of our Scout’s to go. Reach out to contacts and see if anyone knows anything. We need answers as soon as we can get them. If this is something from the council, we need to be prepared.” I sighed and leant back against Kane’s chest, feeling relaxed the moment he ran his thumb over my mate mark on my neck.

Something dark that smelled of old magic and older debts. A knock at my door pulled me from the reports. "Enter," I called. Marcus stepped inside, his expression grave. "Alpha, we have another situation." I set down the coffee carefully. "How bad?" "Thomas. Scout from the eastern patrol. Found an hour ago near the southern ridge." He paused. "Same condition as the others." Four now. Four harvests in less than two weeks. I stood, moving to the window that overlooked the pack grounds. Below, wolves moved about their routines, unaware of how quickly things were unraveling. "Show me the site report."

“Kyla is my lover, and the two are mates. It’s… complicated, but I’d be very thankful.” The scout’s eyebrows shoot up as she hears Dereck. She then considers me and Kyla once more before shaking her head in disbelief and then replies, “then I’ll request enough for everyone. I never thought two leaders like them could be mates, but you were one to befriend the oddest of people all the time, so I’m not surprised.” At last, the scout stops just outside a pair of large doors. She gives it a knock and then, with a loud voice, she says, “the leaders and Dereck are here now.”

Pixies and dryads were huddled together in fear from the hovering stings and probing tentacles. The enemy leader, a Prime Chimera, turned to the three Scions with wide, taunting smile that bared his fangs. It was shaped like a large, hunched bat with silver scales all over its body. The bat leaped forward and made an ugly screech to the Scions. "We've been expecting you, Scions." His voice was rough and strained. "Why, thank you. So let's get to it, shall we?" Rachelia smiled, and flicked her wrist.

Alpha Arthur told one of the Scouts. "All right, Alpha Arthur, what information do you need? Or what should I do other than follow them?" the Scout asked. Alpha Arthur then explained the scout's job, which was to take pictures of them when they were at the Hola Bella Bar. Then eavesdrop on their conversation. "Make sure your cover isn't blown!" Alpha Arthur advised the scout. The scout nodded and went about his business. A few hours later, the scout arrived at the Hola Bella Bar. He wandered around looking for Elena, Sofia, and Hailey. He sat in front of the bartender's table and ordered a drink, not stopping to look around.

Violent. "They can't stop!" Zack shouted, holding a young scout who was halfway through a transformation. The boy’s jaw was elongated, his teeth jagged and bloody, but his human eyes were still wide with terror. "The moon... Vic, it’s the moon! The frequency is too high! It’s forcing the shift, but it’s not letting go!"

I skidded to a stop and looked up. “No, keep running. Lead them here, I'll handle it,” the scout ordered. I nodded and circled around before running right under the tree. The Rogues followed, never noticing the danger above. Four soft thumps, and four wolves fell to the forest floor. I spun around and spotted darts sprouting from their flanks. The scout had tagged them with drugged darts. Ethan's scout dropped down to the forest floor and approached me slowly. “Tess, you okay?” she asked.

"Tell me exactly what you saw." The scout's throat bobbed. For a second, he looked like he wanted to run. Then he whispered "I saw Luna Elara." The world stopped. Everything. The wind outside. The distant sounds of the camp. Even my own heartbeat. For one impossible moment, there was nothing. Then I laughed. A cold. Dangerous. Broken laugh. The kind that made warriors step backward. The kind that came from a man standing on the edge of madness. "No." The scout blinked.

The scout nodded vigorously, scurried off like a frightened rodent, and vanished into thin air. Within a mere five minutes, the scout returned, accompanied by a group of peculiar beastmen who stood out from the rest. Clad in savage animal hides and adorned with an assortment of feathers, their bodies smeared with a crimson substance, these witch doctors were enough to send shivers down the spine of any child. "What did this scout blabber about, General?" one of the witch doctors inquired. "Have you once again spewed nonsense in front of our esteemed leader?" another witch doctor chimed in, his voice dripping with disdain.