Arcane Sniper Novels & Stories

"Where am I?" "You are in the Moon Shadow pack, Link. My name is Nicole Stone and the Alpha is my son, Jayson Stone. You came here two days ago and you attacked two people who are both currently in critical condition," she replied. "What? No. I'd never attack another person. You're lying to me. Tell me you're lying?" I panicked. I had never killed a person in my life unless they attacked me first and I had certainly never been one for going round, randomly attacking people for the fun of being able to do it.

“Kill shot.” The manticore shook its mane in confusion. It was feeling its death approaching, but it flailed out as the hunters continued to hound it, fighting to the very end. I drew my needlepoint dagger, and leapt onto its back, driving my blade into the spear wound, widening the spray of blood, and rolled free as it sighed out its final breath and sank onto its kill. “Well done,” Akyran panted as he offered me his hand and lifted me to standing. “The kill goes to Ecaeris,” he told the other hunters.

The two bloodsuckers Mikali was holding at gunpoint in a dark cavern looked exactly like what Jo had been imagining when she’d picked out two potential snitches in her mind. Both of them were groveling on the ground, sweat pouring from their undead foreheads as they pleaded with the Guardian to let them go. Mikali was glaring at them, standing at his full height, which had to be at least six three since he towered over Jo, alternating the target at the end of his Beretta from one sniveling bastard to the other.

“I did not ask your opinion about anything, Arianna…” “Well, I do not care about what you asked because my fucking brother is there and IF one mistake is to occur, there are five snipers that are aimed at the table where both Valerie and Alaric were sitting.” She said, making me frown as the air tightened in my lungs. “The hunters are there and Alaric simply dragged her into a trap. Therefore, unless you want to lose the woman, her baby, and cost me by brother, then I do fucking suggest that you calm down…”

We talked aimlessly about the weather and other topics until the pub was emptied of customers. “Report,” I said quietly when the last old man had cleared out. “Arkane is in a foul temper, and is taking it out on the villages,” Clayton said. “He gains spies by the day. Even forcing children to do his bidding.” Lucas said, a younger man than Clayton, but shrewd beyond his years. His face pinched with anger and disgust at what Arkane would stoop to. “He still has no idea where she is?” I asked. “Not as far as we know,” Brollen said, a middle-aged man built like a boulder and just as indestructible. His left eye was mechanical and glowed faintly red in the subdued light of the tavern.

She heard another shot and Arianne’s voice for the second time after a moment, "Mission’s done." Alice still ran towards the garden just to make sure that their target was already reduced to ashes. The vampire is indeed slowly reducing itself to ashes. Most vampires quickly do, so she knew what was happening. Arianne is one of their greatest snipers, and she rarely misses. She purposely did this for this vampire just to see him slowly suffer. The vampire saw her, and he tried going in her direction, crawling with whatever limbs he still had intact. Alice simply watched him with a cold look.

He didn't want to think of the things that happened to her but the fire in him screamed to kill the ones who had hurt her. She was a mystery. He never thought he'd ever get to know anything about her and now she bared her soul in front of him. He felt like shit for playing with her heart like that but maybe he could make everything alright. Hunter couldn't even fathom the thought of her finding out his plan. She would be shattered. 'Hunter,' Luca mind-linked him. 'Yeah,' Hunter's response was tired. 'Berolt was a wizard who worked under Alonso but was killed by rogues at the age of twenty-nine,' Luca said.

"You've all worked hard. It's time to move against the Carver family. Aria, still trapped in the manifestation, is slowly being devoured by me. The fortune she carries is nearly in my grasp. "We can proceed with the other Carver family members. But that puppet doll, how could it fail such a simple task? And it dared to call itself the God of Krowo." The man smiled. "Naturally, it can't compare to you. Only it knows why it failed." Feran waved him off. "Go prepare." "Yes, Mr. Maynard." The man vanished into the night. Once alone, Feran looked up at the moon. There was something secret behind it—something only he saw. "Once I become an Arcane High Priest, no one in Farshya will be able to stop

Five people to sneak into the heart of the enemy. They gathered in a smaller cave that served as an armory. It wasn't filled with swords and shields, but with tools of subtle war. Ronan traded his crystal-tipped spear for a wicked-looking knife made of black, volcanic glass, its edge so sharp it seemed to cut the light. He checked the tension of a powerful, compact crossbow, its bolts tipped with a paralytic toxin derived from a desert scorpion.