Tf2 Scout Comics Novels & Stories

After uttering these words, Shawn left the room, locking the door, and ignoring Ashton's cries for help, fearing he might bleed to death. After coming out of the room, Shawn stared at Jett and said, "We cannot waste any time; we need to attack now. But first of all, I need every available piece of information on Black Dragon, and to achieve this, I need to speak to Andre Scorpion. I couldn't tell him earlier because I wanted to get Ashton, but now I can't keep this information from him any longer." Jett nodded, "Okay, I just hope that he hasn't heard from one of our men already. Let's go."

The realization sinks heavy between us. “You’re sure,” he says. “I’m Sovereign,” I reply. “Certainty isn’t optional anymore.” A scream tears through the morning. Sharp. Human. The camp explodes into motion. Tristan is on his feet instantly, pulling me with him as wolves shift mid-stride, bones snapping, fur ripping free. Razorbacks draw weapons, forming a defensive arc. The scream comes again cut off abruptly. “East perimeter!” someone shouts. We move as one. The scene is chaos when we arrive. Snow churned red. A young scout lies crumpled near the treeline, eyes wide and glassy, throat torn open. His wolf flickers weakly before going still.

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.

As they fight, one lunges for Lucas, jaw snaps for Lucas throat, but he twisted mid-leap, claws raking through the scout’s side and he crashed to the ground. He looks beside him, and Talia is there, powerfully colliding with a scout twice her size. Her fangs find the wolf’s neck, and with a powerful shake, she throws it aside. They had no time to rest as the scouts attacked them from different corners. Another Scott came for Talia, but Lucas intercepted it, with a loud growl and a warning that shook the earth. One of the scouts lunges at me; it’s fangs bared, but I meet him head-on. Pain sliced through my shoulder as claws raked against me, but Lucas stood strong. We drive forward, snapping

"No contact?" The lead scout shook his head. "No rogues." A pause. "But we found more tracks." The atmosphere tightened immediately. "Same area?" The scout nodded. "And another marker." Silence. The Hollow Alpha again. Always watching. Always reminding. As though he wanted the territory to know he remained there. Waiting. The scout handed over a small wooden piece. Unlike the previous marker, this one had broken away from a larger sign. Words had been carved across its surface.

A Red Fang scout, young, reckless, crossed the line chasing a deer. He didn’t make it three steps onto River Claw ground before two River Claw wolves had him pinned, teeth at his throat. Luna got there before blood was drawn. “Release him,” Luna said. Her voice didn’t shake. The River Claw wolf holding the scout looked at her, then at the council witness fifty yards back, then let go. The scout scrambled back over the line, shaking, furious. Luna didn’t yell at him. She didn’t need to. The shame was worse.

Felix tugged a bit before single-handedly carried her back inside, all the while she struggled in his grasp. The moment the door shut is when Zalakai's smirk disappeared from his face and turned a dark gaze on the two Scout Demons. They looked at him and cowered immediately under his glare. He towered over them as he rolled up his sleeves, his tattoos revealed. Tribal markings lined his wrists and wrapped around his forearms. The creatures continued to tremble before him as his nails sharpened into claws and swiped at them swiftly. Their screeches filled the air as they reeled back and covered their bloodied faces.

The distance between each step was unusual which made their precision deliberate and primal. “Did you see the figure?” I asked the scout. “No, Beta Kieran.” the scout replied, his hands still trembling with fear. “What I saw was the shadow.” “And what was it like?” I asked, expecting an immediate reply. “It was very large, with four horns.” He said. A murmur surged through the warriors as they too observed the strange imprints and the words from the mouth of the scout. I pressed my palms to the ground, feeling the faint energy that rippled through the earth.

Mason stood nearby, his entire body crackling with tension. “Report,” I snapped. “Look.” Mason pointed. I turned—and saw them. Figures. Three. Hooded. Motionless. Standing just beyond the wards, like statues cast from darkness. They didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Didn’t breathe. “What the hell are they?” I muttered. “Scouts,” Demian said. “Or projections.” I stepped forward, my aura flaring wide. Power surged through me, ancient and undeniable. Alpha power. Pack-bonded power.

It was one of our scouts, their breathing shallow and ragged. "What happened?" I demanded, kneeling beside them. The scout’s eyes fluttered open, and they gasped, "Rogues… they’re moving… toward the eastern border. They have… something powerful… something unnatural." I exchanged a grim look with Killian. --- As I rose to my feet, the faint glow surrounding the scout began to intensify. "What’s happening?" Eva asked, her voice tinged with alarm. Before I could answer, the scout’s body convulsed, and a burst of energy erupted from them, knocking us all back. When the light faded, the scout was gone—vanished into thin air.