Tf2 Scout Comics Novels & Stories

The Black Soul Scout had stopped fleeing and now stood defiantly on an abandoned stretch of farmland, surrounded surprisingly by four others. "So this is why you stalled me—to buy time and gain confidence to face me directly?" Felix asked, genuinely puzzled. Did this scout really think he could not escape, or was he actually planning a desperate final stand? The four people standing with him were only middle-stage Transcendents, and Felix knew he could crush them all with a single blow. The Hall of Souls surely understood how powerful he had become. Meanwhile, the scout's eyes filled with madness and hatred as he glared at Felix. "Felix, this is where you'll die. Prepare yourself!"

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.”

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.

He had resisted the idea of seeking out a mate amidst his personal turmoil, but the growing tension in the air reminded him that time was a luxury he could no longer afford. His fierce contemplation was abruptly shattered by the sudden intrusion of one of his scouts. The door swung open with a creak, and the scout stumbled in, his eyes wide and filled with unspoken dread. Breathless and panicked, he leaned against the doorframe, the urgency radiating off him like a palpable energy that sent alarm bells ringing in Caden’s mind. "Caden, I have terrible news," the scout gasped, his voice barely above a whisper, as though the air itself was heavy with foreboding. "I've just received word that th

My spine stiffens for a second as I stare at him. “What markings?” He swallows before finally saying. “Territory claims.” Cold spreads through my chest. “Where?” The scout hesitates. “…Near the southern tunnel exits.” William curses quietly beside me. Impossible. Those routes are hidden. Known only to high-ranking wolves. My voice drops dangerously calm. “Describe them.” The scout answers shakily. “They're not ours.” My wolf rises fully now. Completely at alert now. Feeling furious because from all that's been happening territory markings mean certainty.

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.

“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

“It was difficult to remove these bodies from Blackthorne lands. There may be others, but these are the only ones we found.” While he was still explaining what they discovered during their travels, the second group of scouts arrived. I had sent them out on the night of the rise in rank with a specific mission. “Were you successful?” I asked. They said nothing. Instead, they brought out a blood stained cloak. I recognized it immediately. It belonged to the Wolfbear Alpha. No other wolf had fur like that. A wide smile spread across my face. At least some of the scouts had brought good news. “Did anyone see you?” I asked.

Seraphine felt a pulse of recognition, cold and sharp. “Not yet,” Riven murmured, standing slightly in front of her. The figure stepped forward fully, revealing itself as a Tribunal scout—an observer sent to test, to measure, to intimidate. Its eyes glimmered with pale light, and the faint edge of a blade reflected the morning sun streaming through broken walls. Seraphine’s stomach twisted. This was only the beginning. She looked at Riven, whose jaw was set, eyes locked on the scout. His stance was protective, but she could see the question in his gaze: Can you control it? Can you hold yourself together if I can’t shield you?

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!"