Arcane Sniper Novels & Stories

"She's not unwanted. She's a Luna who will carry your heir, but before that, I will kill you first, and then, she'll follow you." Drake roared and started to be wild. He picked up the hunters one by one and moved quickly as he broke the hunters' heads mercilessly. "Get him, don't let the alpha gone in your sight!" The hunter in a black hat ordered as his men started to shoot and throw knives in Drake's direction. "Don't let your guard down!" Drake makes a thunderous howl as he sees the leader of the Hunters hurt Emily again and again with a metal chain.

Reagan whispered to furious Marcus Verne. "Who are you?" With a frown, he asked. "I am Ariana, the only sorcerer with eyes as clear and sharper as a silver blade," she boasts. "But your eyes don't seem to see things as clear as daytime……" he taunts with a caressed brow. "My….lord, I don't understand," she muttered. "I wasn't expecting you to understand," he sneers devilishly. "We can use her," Reagan whispered in his ear. "She is still a kid, she can't do much. A girl that can't provide an answer to her prophecy……I have no time to waste on that kiddo," he said, clearly annoyed.

“There are people on their way here to find us.” The wolf snarled, letting Lucas know it had no intention of backing off. Alright... There was no way he would get out of this injury free but they had trained for situations like this. This wasn’t his first ambush and wouldn’t be his last. Taking a deep breath, he moved quickly, throwing his head back sharply to connect with the wolf’s snout. The screeching yelp and the feeling of something warm and wet splattering onto the back of his neck told him he had hit his mark. With the wolf stunned, Lucas rolled onto his back, hopping up to a crouching position. Ares was snapping and snarling within his mind, ready to explode free and attack. But he

He said. Season 2 ended here! Author note: Hello everyone!! Please continue to read ARCANUM because, there will be a side story which about Steven and Nicolai. See you on Season 3!!!

Besides, Alpha had clearly instructed him to not do anything that would waste time and make Alana refuse to help us. Suddenly the air shifts and fear momentarily enters Alana’s eyes. AAh…the power of the Trueblood aura! “Alpha.” Alana greets the Alpha of the Blue Orchid pack in a raspy voice. Alpha Azraiel nods at her and asks, “State your name and purpose for being here.” “My name is Alana Seashore and I am a witch. I have information that might be useful for you.” “Hmmm” Azraiel hums with a neutral face.

I snort, “So you’ve heard. The whole pack will know soon enough. The human bitch was fucked over by both Ironclaws. I like the way you think. But I was thinking less violence. More passive aggressiveness.” Lark lets out an aggravated breath, “You’re no fun. We need to hit my cousin where it hurts the most. Just like all the other asshole betas out there, their dicks are their most prized possessions. What did you have in mind?” I pull the drain plug with my toe. I’m wrinkled and feeling gross by now anyway. And I’m out of wine. “I’m going to make Slade realize just what he’s missing. I’m the best damn thing he could have had,” I smile wickedly.

Another shot tore through timber between them. Close enough to spray splinters across Victor’s coat. Silas and Roman shifted position to flank left. Ariana ignored both and ran lower along the stacked freight lane, using steel shadows for cover. Victor saw her too late. His voice cut across the dock: “Ariana—down!” But she was already moving. Because she had seen something neither Victor nor Julian had yet noticed— a reflection. Not one sniper. Two. Second scope flash from beneath the northern crane platform. Crossfire arrangement.

Target dies…] When the notification popped up, confirming that the man was really dead, Mike let go of his hand. “Huh?” he exclaimed in surprise. The rifle that the sniper had been holding was not actually a real sniper rifle. It was merely a handgun with an aiming scope that did not even fit well together. It was a combination of two different things. [Name: M12] [Type: Firearm] [Rarity: Common] [Damage: Common] [Ammunition: 20 Rounds]

"We cannot risk an ambush at the Rail Yard. Vorlag will have armed guards waiting for Seraphina, or for us. We need to track her without engaging. Alaric, secure the sniper’s rifle scope. I want the high-resolution camera feed immediately." Ronan explained the plan in crisp, strategic terms. "The sniper's rifle scope, Anya, contains a thermal imaging system and a high-resolution camera designed for long-range surveillance. We can tap into the memory and track Seraphina to the Rail Yard from the safety of the manor. We will observe the layout, confirm her identity, and see if Vorlag is present."

Arcane gasped when she landed in my arms. "I don't want to see you with him again." I told her. It was really difficult to suppress the bitterness. ______ Arcane POV: "And why would I do that? I like Marcus." I confessed. The moment those words came out of my mouth, his grip on my waist tightened. While his smouldering gaze was eating me raw from inside. "Take those words back." He said with the gritted teeth. If he could, he would have torn this place apart.