Fantasy Sniper Rifle Novels & Stories

I made them take a round of the area and find the location of Vincenzo and Amber using see through devices. "They are on the first level.", David stated and I nodded my head. We waited for two minutes. The sound of gun shots was getting louder. Men groaning and screaming. I just hoped my men were fine. "Ross" I signalled him. Be was the best sniper in our group and even from this distance could easily shoot right in between there eyes. Though it was dark but I had full trust in him. He could do it. He took out his favorite, British L96A1 sniper rifle. We gave him space as he shot the first one and before the second one could do anything, Ross even shot him.

Her eyes pinned on the SUV surrounded by the military’s high-power vehicles. She slowly sat down and lay on her stomach. Then, she adjusted the big gun in her arms skillfully. In her arms was the FN SCAR Sniper Support Rifle, one of the most long-ranged and accurate sniper riffle in the world that had 1000m point target. Steady, calm, deadly, and determined—Ashley aimed the sniper to the SUV. Through the high-precision lens, she waited patiently like a beast. Hardly blinking, her finger hovered over the trigger, ready to shoot anytime.

“We use 4D projections, moving targets.” Valeria presses a button, a projection flees in front of us, a faceless figure running around until she shoots the target, and it disintegrates into cubes. “Think you can handle that? It requires fast reflexes that humans don’t have.” She continuously berated. My heart pounded with excitement, electricity sparking in my veins as I curled my fingers around the rifle. Delicately tracing the cartridge, lifting it in my arms and indulging in its lightweight and efficiency. A Scorpion, semi rifle and those were of the top range. Only the elite were granted access, and I knew that from working for Nathan. She slid the magazine over and I took out the bullet

She impatiently rips open the box to reveal a range of guns already fully loaded, with additional bullets. “Nice!” She takes a liking to the sniper gun as she grips onto it and places it up to her eyes. “What are you going to do with that?” “I would say the roof, but I’ll have to settle for the window here…I need you to barricade yourself

Goblin slingshots and bows could reach great distances, but that was nothing compared to what Nioob sent. A projectile weapon with long barrels that could reach three times the distance of the bow. And on top of that, they didn’t have to refill them every time. The weapon was given to the war chief’s most loyal warriors and it didn't take them long to learn how to use it. Nioob sent another gift that could greatly affect the war effort. Magic traps. The airships were full of them. They were small metal devices enchanted by earth magic. Once laid on the

"Do it now, or I'll blow your brains all over the other wall." Slowly, Julia allowed the gun to fall to her side, eased the hammer down, and dropped the weapon to the floor. Once that was done she turned to see the shadow figure standing in the doorway of the bathroom. A pump-action shotgun, the one she had seen him use on Michael, was aimed right at her. She pushed her foot up against the pistol and kicked it over to the Stalker. He dropped to one knee and picked up the gun. The cylinder was popped open and checked, then slammed shut. "Good, fully loaded. This'll be much more useful for what I've got in mind." He looked Julia up and down, and she got the impression she was not going to like

I forced back the dizzying blackness and made myself roll onto my back, saving myself from the booted heel denting the spot my head had just been. I lashed out, my foot connecting with the side of a knee cap as I fumbled for my gun. The leg gave way beneath the impact and the wretch landed on top of me, its loose hair blinding me as razor sharp teeth sunk into the front of my bare shoulder. A scream exploded in my ears, burning my throat. My frantic fingers brushed leather and my gun slid free. I angled it upwards, wedging it against a scrawny rib cage as I filled it with the last of my bullets. It - she - pulled back, the oily pools of her black eyes sucking me in, paralysing me until her b

A sniper rifle, almost one and a half his height, appeared in his hands as he ran and his hunting partners ran to catch up, weapons also in hand. "Seems like we still have a chance, after all." Slim said with a chuckle as he summoned tranquilizer darts from his storage ring and stored them in a small pouch that was specially modifed into his rifle. This small pouch was not the only thing modifed in the slim hunter's rifle. There was also a blade laced with highly effective poison, attached below the mouth of the gun. It made the rifle look more like a gun of ancient times. **********

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]

Snow weighed down its branches and offered solid concealment. A sniper rifle appeared in his hands, wrapped in white cloth. It was not the old police rifle. This was a military-grade model designed to function reliably in harsh conditions. Even extreme cold could not degrade its performance. Cyrus dropped to one knee, braced the rifle against a forked branch, and lined up the scope on the canvas bag by the door. He was half a mile away. If Dorian showed himself, Cyrus could kill him instantly. Once everything was in place, Cyrus pulled out his phone and sent a message.