Tf2 Scout Novels & Stories

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.

Kai. ​The scout's final memory is filled with the terrifying blur of Atlas roaring to life, his silver-tipped black fur a storm that shielded her. His roar was thunderous as he tackled my scout, tearing his throat out before the powder could fully take hold. Kai's bond to the girl... it is a pull I can sense even through the dead scout's eyes, but I cannot comprehend it. It is a brilliant silver flame that actively thwarts the shadows.

Scar turned back fully her eyes scanning them taking notes if the bodyguards,how many minutes will it take her to beat this people up, nothing more than ten minutes,but her health,she can't risk fainting halfway in a fight. “You all get out from my property,this is a private property and this is trespassing” Scar said,they paid no heed as more cameras flashed,and more annoying questions were asked. “Did you lose your memories” “Did you have a grudge against everyone,so you disappeared to make them suffer for not standing up for you” Scar walked out as she got on a tractor, She turned the engine on ,it roared to life,she shifted the gear as the tires moved forward,the reporters screamed still

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.

She met my gaze, her eyes reflecting determination. Isabella passed me the shimmering symbol, infused with ancient power—a crescent moon woven with intricate symbols of strength and unity. "Where do you want it?" I asked Benita. On my arm, she replied as she extended it. With careful precision, I pressed the heated metal against her forearm. She flinched, the sensation of heat and tingling spreading, but she gritted her teeth, steadfast through the marking. As I finished, the symbol glowed softly, marking her as my Luna and leader of the Moonrise pack.

I signaled the scouts to come closer, and they rode up alongside me, their horses matching the pace of mine. "Let's take a moment to discuss the structure of the Swiftclaw camp," I said, my voice low but determined. "We need to know their layout, the number of guards, and any possible weak points we can exploit." Sage nodded, and the other scouts listened attentively. I appreciated their focus and dedication; their experience would prove invaluable in this crucial planning phase.

“Kai is my lover, and the two alphas 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 Kai once more before shaking her head in disbelief and then replies, “then I’ll request enough for everyone. I never thought two alphas 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 alphas and Dereck are here now.”

The Shem scout ship dropped out of hyper, scanned the three-planet system, and found what it was searching for. The Shem possessed two fleets, and this one, controlled by the Supreme intelligence known as the Hoon, consisted of no less than one thousand three hundred and forty seven heavily armed spacecraft.

I said, looking at the obsidian needle in the sky. ​"Up there?" Sofia asked, clutching her wounded side. "How? We don't have a ship, and their tractor beam is offline." ​I looked at Leo. My fifteen-year-old son looked back at me, and in his eyes, I saw the same fire that had burned in his father’s. ​"Leo, that drone," I said, pointing to the rusted GSC unit he had been practicing with. "Can you get it high enough?" ​"It’s a scout drone, Mom. It’s not meant for transport," Leo said.

I murmured. These weren't shifters. They were the Council’s automated hounds—low-profile drones equipped with scanners that could map a wolf’s marrow from a mile away. They weren't built for combat; they were built for the audit. They were waiting for a spike, for a single flash of static, to paint this cabin for an orbital strike. "Mommy... the bird in the bushes is looking at me." Leo was standing by the shattered shutters, pointing a shaking finger toward the treeline. His voice was a fragile whisper, thin and congested from the lingering cold.