Fantasy Sniper Rifle Novels & Stories

Alexis with his close-range fighting skills, while Reinhard with his sharpshooting skills. Yep, Reinhard is the person Damien trusts the most to be in a support role. His long-range shooting ability couldn't be doubted. Even so, of course, that handsome twenty-year-old man possessed the close combat skills he had trained with Damien in recent years. Although Alexis still excelled in close combat compared to him. Reinhard's weapon was unique. A type of sniper rifle model used in World War II by the Japanese army. A rifle with a knife at the end. It is classified as a mystical weapon, and the bullets used are not ordinary silver bullets.

At that range, there was only one type of weapon that could be both effective and portable—a sniper rifle. "Have you figured it out? Yes, we have sniper rifles! But they're not just any rifles. They are foreign-made heavy sniper rifles called 'Beast.' With an effective range of three miles, they can fire .78 caliber rounds. "They can tear through tanks and armored vehicles, let alone people. We've tested them. Even a Pulse Realm master would be severely wounded by one shot." Felix's expression darkened. The Council had prepared thoroughly this time. The eight masters before him were not the real problem—it was those two snipers. If what they said was true, he would have to be extremely caref

He always told the story behind the various pieces enthusiastically, making her excited about them. "No, I want to hear about what you were trying to sell." Minnow exclaimed with her mouth full of sweet batter. "Ok, I recently imported the Personnel Halting and Stimulation Response Rifle. PHASR, for short. It's a non-lethal weapon designed to disorient and stun enemies rather than kill them." Waylen's eyes widened with excitement as he explained his latest finds. "So, it's a light-based gun that temporarily blinds enemies with focused laser beams. The laser lights, which operate at alternating wavelengths, will disorient people who look at them, rendering them unable to stand, let alone figh

He pointed to the long, sleek rifle slung across the wolf's shoulder. "Look at the receiver on that rifle," Cade said, his voice dropping into a hard, serious register. "And the tactical harness. Those aren't standard pack-hunting rifles. Those are carbon-weave, high-frequency dampening rifles." I looked at the screen, my brow furrowing. "What does that mean?"

With a heavy, mechanical clunk, the back of the oven rotated, revealing a vertical rack of blackened steel. ​Assault rifles. Flash-bangs. Ceramic plating. And my favorite—the long-range suppressed "Widow-Maker" sniper rifle that had been my signature during the Paris Purge. ​I stripped the silk robe, standing naked for a fraction of a second in the red light before pulling on a charcoal-gray tactical bodysuit. I cinched the belt, checked the mags, and felt the familiar weight of the "Huntress" settling over my shoulders like a shroud. The baker was dead. Long live the Queen.

He laid it on the bed and clicked the latches open. Ian expected winter gear. Extra gloves. Maybe a fancy camera for the lights. What lay inside, nestled in custom-cut grey foam, was not a scarf or a hat. It was a rifle….a sniper rifle, disassembled but unmistakable. The metal was cold, polished, deadly. The scope looked like a black, unblinking eye. Ian stared. His mouth went dry. The cozy room suddenly felt like it was closing in. “Zhedya…” His voice was a thin, shocked whisper. He looked from the weapon to Zhedya’s face. Zhedya was calmly, methodically checking the scope, his movements practiced and sure.

With this unexpected maneuver, he advanced on his opponent’s position with great speed. Kalen decided instantly. After doing a few quick calculations, he threw his 2 pistols up while quickly bringing his Lawgiver 2-form gun. “Sniper with high explosive rounds,” he whispered, as the gun transformed into a dangerous-looking sniper rifle. Boom!! Boom!! Boom!! He fired 3 times at the commander, as he launched himself backwards from the recoil force of the bullet.

Heard his voice in her ear. "Fight," he whispered. She opened her eyes, unaware that they were closed in the first place, just in time to see Jen turn. Her hands released the rope and Emma fell, the wind rushing into her lungs like a waterfall. A gun discharged somewhere in the distance. And then the world went dark. Epilogue

Emerald eyes flared as Azrin’s teeth descended, a bead of saliva forming at the corner of his lips. The omega’s nose twitched with excitement, and Lexus felt the primal urge to bare his fangs in triumph. But of course, Azrin had never been easy to please. With a frustrated hiss, something Rin would never do in his right mind, the brunet curled into a defensive ball, his body tense and trembling.

I like having a grand entrance. "What's new?" I said reluctantly and leaned back in the chair. "The guns," he reminded me of something I almost forgot, I am the death dealers' leader of this faction. I hate it when my guns leave my body. It's my other half. I'm sorry babies. I pursed my lips as I took my two Beretta 93R. Contains silver bullets with ultraviolet ammunition which can be used for both vampires and lycans. This is my favorite weapon for being fair.