Arcane Sniper Novels & Stories

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

Because she is out there. Waiting. Plotting. And whatever she's planning, it’s not going to be pretty. But tonight? Tonight, the Arcane-Oracle Pack is whole. We have two new heirs. We’ve made history. And I swear to whatever gods are listening, I will burn the fucking world down before I let anyone take that away from us. Not even me. Let the beast come. I’m ready. *** Zane Wynter One year.

“Huh, looks like you should get used to it.” Aiden smirked disdainfully at Calistha and immediately jumped into his car. He had even experienced things worse than this. Trapped in the wilderness, in a state of stalking the enemy, and he only relies on river water to cleanse his body of various impurities that he gets while lurking. The life of a sniper is indeed very cruel. They are indeed trained to deal with the extreme conditions out there. It's no wonder that in the end only mentally ill people will qualify to become snipers, because they were created to be robots. They are required to harden their hearts, dull their senses of taste, and grow into the most formidable human beings of all

It reminded the gladiator of the color of a fine, freshly brewed ale. "What is this called?" "That is called amber," Anaria said. "Master," she quickly added, "it is very rare." Gorlann's gaze switched to the girl. "Turn around. I want to see how it looks on you." Anaria was stunned at the man's order. Only minutes ago, his cock had been pounding into her, savaging her, raping her. Now he seemed almost tender, the way he looked at her. It confused her. Apparently even a monster could be more than just a monster. She turned around and brushed her long, dark tresses aside. He attached the clasp of the necklace at the back of her throat, then had her turn around to face him. Anaria felt self-co

And then Zara stepped out. Dressed in that stupid tunic that glimmered even at night. Her hair was pulled back in a tight braid, the ends gleaming silver. She looked relaxed, like this was all a game. The others filed in behind her—Arnou, Derek, Leena, Sylah. Arnou stood too close to her right. Bigger than the others. Darker, broader, son of Beta Magnus himself. His eyes glinted the way predators did when they smelled weakness. “Well, well. You do have a spine. No Rowan this time?” she asked mischievously. My jaw clenched, but I didn’t rise to it. Not yet.