Arcane Sniper Novels & Stories

ANNIE WALK ROAR WEAPON SKELETON DAGGER WOODEN SHIELD CHRISTIAN NARAZO SKELETAL BONE FRAME LVL 8 MANA 220 STR 6 AGI 4 DEX 5 MEN 8 CHA 3 LUCK 1 SP 0 SKILL SUMMON SKELELETON SUMMON SKELETON ARCHER WEAPON SKELETON DAGGER WOODEN SHIELD KRISTINE DENNISE GLASS BONE FRAME LVL 8 MANA 220 STR 4 AGI 7 DEX 4 MEN 10 CHA 5 LUCK 1 SP 0 SKILL PREDICTION TRACK WEAPON SKELETON DAGGER WOODEN SHIELD ART VINCENT BALAYO ACID BONE FRAME LVL 7 MANA 180 STR 11 AGI 5 DEX 5 MEN 3 CHA 3 LUCK 1 SP 0 SKILL CHANGE TO ACID ACID TOUCH WEAPON SKELETON DAGGER WOODEN SHIELD RAYMART SONGCUYA POLLUTION BONE FRAME

“We’ve been set up.” Ariana peeked through the gap between the crates. Axel was gone. Nathaniel cursed under his breath. “Damn it. He used us as bait.” Footsteps approached. Ariana gripped her gun. “Stay ready.” A shadow emerged from behind the warehouse. Ariana’s eyes widened in shock as she saw who it was. “Clara?” Clara stood there, dressed in a sleek black suit and high heels. In her hand, she held a gun pointed directly at Ariana.

Swiftly, he activated the device and struck it to the ground, then sprang away from its blast radius. An ear-shattering, high pitched sound emitted from the device making the wolves who were caught off guard, growl and groan in pain. In the moment of their vulnerability, Arnold took out his poisonous arrows and began firing it at them. Synchronically, Aaron shot one on the leg and then descended on its neck and stabbed it multiple times with his ankle dagger.

The Rogue crumpled, its form shifting erratically as it breathed its last. Luna Light's eyes darted around, tracking the chaos. She spotted a young pack member, barely out of his teenage years, being overpowered by two Rogues. Without a second thought, she grabbed a crossbow from a fallen warrior and aimed. She fired, the arrow striking one of the Rogues in the side. It let out a guttural scream and turned on her, but she was ready. She reloaded and fired again, this time hitting the Rogue squarely in the chest. It fell, writhing in pain, and she rushed forward, pulling the young pack member to his feet.

Since that fateful night, she had not laid eyes on him, and Aldric on the other hand had been keeping his distance. Reyana was eager to go out and mingle with people because she was tired of feeling trapped and frustrated. She was finally a prisoner in her pack. Her heart sank as her gaze fell upon the bracelet adorning her wrist – the Arcane bind. A single tear traced a path down her cheek. The Arcane bind sat mockingly on her wrist. As harmless as it looked, it was meant to keep her confined in the pack. The day she goes beyond her confinement, she dies.

Terror flickered in Nicholas's widened eyes, a stark reflection of the imminent threat of death that loomed over him. But before Arena could carry out her lethal intent and end that bastard’s life, the door was violently flung open, and an arrow pierced Arena’s body with precision. She crashed to the ground, her cries of pain echoing through the arena. The arrow, coated with wolfbane, sapped our powers, rendering us utterly defenseless. Helplessly, Arena’s helpless eyes watched as I saw through her eyes, witnessing our attacker approach.

One afternoon, as they navigated a narrow canyon, a sudden, deafening roar echoed through the rock walls. It was not the howl of a wolf, but the mechanical bark of a hunter’s weapon, followed by the whistling screech of a projectile. Elara reacted instantly, shoving Kael out of the path of the incoming bolt. The silver-tipped arrow buried itself deep into the rock face where he had stood moments before, a testament to the Shade Stalkers’ deadly accuracy.

Terror flickered in Nicholas's widened eyes, a stark reflection of the imminent threat of death that loomed over him. But before Arena could carry out her lethal intent and end that bastard’s life, the door was violently flung open, and an arrow pierced Arena’s body with precision. She crashed to the ground, her cries of pain echoing through the arena. The arrow, coated with wolfbane, sapped our powers, rendering us utterly defenseless. Helplessly, Arena’s helpless eyes watched as I saw through her eyes, witnessing our attacker approach.

“Our weapons handler. Knife obsessed. I mean absolutely obsessed love. Don’t let him show ye his collection unless ye want nightmares.” Archie just winked and said, “Want yer sausage crispy or dripping?” I giggled and damn near choked on my own spit. And then the last one turned towards me, he was broad as a truck, buzzed golden hair, eyes so blue they were practically neon. “Rory Fraser,” Keiran said. “Our tech ghost and sniper. If he's yer friend, ye’re untouchable. If nae…” He shrugged. “Well. Dinnae be nae.”