Arcane Sniper Novels & Stories

The time was now 1:14pm and she could make out some movement at the glass door which opened as two huge Japanese men in black suits walked out, followed by another of average height behind them. She moved her sniper slowly to the right as the men made their way across the parking lot to their black sedan. Looking through the scope of the magnified glass attached to her weapon, she held her breath as the chest of one of her target’s bodyguards appeared on the crisscross mark, which was immediately followed by the bald head of the yakuza boss.

Nero finally asks, and there’s something in his voice—something I can’t quite place. “I didn’t at first,” I admit. “I mean, it sounds like bullshit, right? But Arkyn … he used his Alpha Sight on Zane. Went through his memories.” “And?” “And it’s all true,” I say, leaning against the side of the house, my heart still racing from everything that’s happened tonight. “He gave himself up for us, for the pack. He’s been working with the coven all these years, but not because he wanted to. They’ve been using him.”

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

Drake says. “Does it say how you will change the world, bringing the broken factions together?” I ask. He frowns at me. “Did you read it?” “No, I didn’t have to. It’s what you’re doing.” After the first night, the tension goes away and over the next week, we meet GoldMoon, the Ceryneian Hind from Greek mythology, the techrechauns, the trolls, and finally, we got to meet Lucero, the unicorn.

It had bowed. My mind scrambled, clawing through the wreckage of my logic to make sense of the carnage. A human master? The thought was a glitch in the universe, a fundamental impossibility that shouldn't exist. The Arcanum was a creature of the old world; it didn't answer to blood or family ties. It answered to power, to a specific, ancient frequency that resonated in the soul. How could a girl with no wolf, no pack, and not a single drop of magic anchor a beast that was designed for the sole purpose of genocide against our kind?

A silhouette shifted behind a broken railing, and Esteban’s eyes flickered there again. Her eyes widened, it was a sniper. “Lucian!” She rushed towards him, the shot fired through the tension. Aria slammed into Lucian with everything she had, shoving him hard and indirectly drawing Domenico down. The bullet rushed past where his head had been seconds earlier, and buried itself into a crate behind them, the wood exploded into a shower of splinters. Lucian was already moving, spinning with her, and he yelled. “Agguato!” (Ambush!)

"I'm going to f*cking kill everyone." No one dared to stop Vanluke Kromatova from gunning every considered useless person. His mind is entirely absorbed in retrieving Ara even if he has to go through hell for it. He took out his five-shot, double and single action large-caliber revolver that can fire .500 matching magnum cartridge. Enough for a brain splattering head on gunfight his gut is trembling for.

Adrian's POV I could feel death lurking around the corners, waiting for me to send Araknee to him. One last squeeze and Hartland will be mine. Tightening my prey in my water snake's hold, the sight of her writhing in pain brought a smile of satisfaction to my face. So long, Lost Princess!

Cain pulled the knife from the sheath and held it up to observe it. The blade glinted in early morning sunlight that drifted through the windows. Cain placed the knife on the ground and slid it over me. It stopped just shy of my foot and I leaned down to pick it up. Examining it, I knew it was definitely a military-grade knife. "It's an Ari B'Lilah," Cain said. "It's an extreme use combat knife with the toughest and strongest penetrating point possible and one of the finest tactical combat weapons made in the world today—-specifically for the world's most elite counterterrorism unit, the Israeli YAMAN."

My baby whimpered, and Dante shook his head at her “I am not here to hurt you, Aurora, if anything, I came here to help you out with a cause that we are all sharing” Alessandro walked inside the room, followed by Angelina, Elena, and Maria. Elena smiled at me, and ran to my side, sitting on the edge of the bed and despite how nervous I was, I smiled at her, nodding as she ran her finger over his hand, before I glared back at the woman “Eva D’Angelo is Nicolas’s mate, and the keeper of the Guardian’s Eye, in other words, the Compass of Secret’s best friend”