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.

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!!!

“Just promise me you’ll do whatever it takes to stay safe.” Lennon nodded and placed a reassuring arm around her shoulders. Then his eyes flicked toward me as I tapped on my phone, sending the details swiftly. “There,” I said, sliding my phone back into my pocket. “I’ve sent you the contact information for someone at The Arcane Network.” “The Arcane Network?” Lennon repeated, raising a brow. “They’re a specialized group that handles situations like this—shady dealings, hidden threats, people who want to fly under the radar. They’ve helped me before, and trust me, they’ll be very interested in working with you.”

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.

Very gruesome but at least we’re allowed to shift. An Arcapy is a beast that dwells in caves just outside of our campus. It looks like a combination of different animals, with sharp claws and scales covering its body. It has horns, fangs, and a menacing, wild look. We have to hunt it, kill it and then bring back it’s head. It would be simple enough if they weren’t so fierce about protecting their territory. I’m excited for the hunt and I can’t wait to see how my little lucky charm handles this one.

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

Both men enjoyed every second of that bonding. Jon was very curious about their slingshots. They were deadly and quiet. It was a weapon made for goblins during the war. The elastic part was made of the intestines of a rare species of fish that lived only in goblin lakes and gave the bullet tremendous speed with almost no sound. The Y-shaped handle was made of detar wood, which had an extreme ability to bend. Above the hilt were holes in which the bullets were held, and a skilled warrior could fire five or six bullets in a rapid sequence before he had to refill the holes with new bullets. But the deadliest part of the weapon was the bullet itself. Deep in the goblin lakes was an unusual type

Percy yelled out and the guy's hand froze on the image, as well as every other person in the room as their eyes focused on the image the black guy has his pointer on. " Not that, the one on its left, " Percy directed when he realized the guy's pointer was on the wrong image. The dark guy moved his pointer to the left and then zoomed in on the right image. The name Snipper was written under the guy with buzz-cut amber hair color, piercing green eyes, sharp cheekbones, strong square jaw, slightly wide neck covered in tattoos, and a pale skin complexion. He is twenty-eight years old Sniper is a former military discharge cause of a knee injury turned gun for higher just to survive recruited by t

After sending Arlet Pagan to the hospital and calling a few experts from Heaven’s Gate to care for her, Harvey York returned to the Fortune Hall. Prince Gibson had been waiting for the longest time. He poured a cup of tea for Harvey before speaking. “That bastard told us everything, Sir York. “He calls himself K. He said that he’s the best sniper in America. “He’s impressive even among the genetically enhanced soldiers. He can see a fly ten thousand feet away from him with his naked eyes. He could also tell exactly when a fly was flapping its wings.