Fantasy Sniper Rifle Novels & Stories

"Of course Mr. Nicklaus, this are new brands of rifles... You could check out the SCAR rifle too. Nicklaus closed the crate and opened the next one. He took the SPAS68 shotgun and examined it. "Increased range and Damage". Hayato said. "I see". Klaus said and closed it. He moved to the next and opened it. It's was filled pistol with pistols of different brands and colors. "Thought you would need something light too". Hayato said and Nicklaus smiled softly as he approached the last crates. With the size of the crate he knew Hayato now has what he needed the entire time. Nicklaus opened the crate and there was a red Awn sniper.

"That's Khleassandra. She is the Long Range Shooter of the family. What she used was an M16 Rifle also known as an AR-15." My eyes widened as I caught my rest. I didn't understand what he was saying because my life was more important to me. "I don't want to! Please! I don't want to play with you guys!" I struggled as I said that. "Let me go! Please!" Before I could fully recover, the tangerine on my shoulder was suddenly destroyed. The juice splashed on my face. I felt and heard something close to my ear. "And that is Allison. She is our Sniper. She used a Remington M24 SWS."

Anna moved from behind the sniper gun she was setting. Brianna just needed the sniper gun to get a grip on her target. She did not bring the whole of it. And it wasn’t the gun she would use in case she gets the information she needs from Jack Foster. The one she brought with her today was an airsoft sniper gun, a Novsitsch SSG10 A3 airsoft sniper gun, with only a short barrel, bipod, and sniper scope. There was no butt pad, so the long gun wasn’t that long as usual, and there was no magazine, no ammo, too.

How come he never looked at him with such rapture? “The sniper is a Shooter.” Fynn declared, “And neither a well-known figure nor a previous offender, otherwise we would have had his power signature in our database.” Shooters had the power to move things with their minds. They were named Shooters because they found it hard to move things slowly and had trouble changing the direction of movement. Due to this, when they used their power to move things, it often resulted in those things shooting in a specific direction. “The glint that you guys saw wasn’t a sniper rifle scope but probably some kind of magnifying lens that would allow him to see you better. Such as binoculars or a telescopic len

The shot instantly blew out a big hole in the wall. “Sniper rifle.” With an icy look in his eyes and a gaze as sharp as a falcon’s, Tyr fiercely turned his head around. As he flipped his hand, a golden light shot out from his fingertips, which happened to be the Bian Que Needles that he always carried with him. At this time, on the rooftop of a building which was located two hundred meters away, a sniper was still bewildered. He had clearly gotten a clean shot at his target’s head earlier, but why had he missed?

She couldn't be in any danger. In fact he had not expected Samantha to react so quickly in such a chaotic situation that she would block in front of him and take bullets for him in such a short period of time. If he was not wrong, the assassin used a barret m82 snipper riffler. It was a long range sniffing weapon that was widely used in many countries. It could be used to attack those rny soldiers who were hiding behind the wall. It's powerful ammunition could even penetrate bricks and concrete, it could easily penetrate human bodies.

At this moment, Aldus seemed to rise like a mountain, his presence overwhelming. Soon, a bodyguard brought out a long gun wrapped in green oilcloth. With a swift motion, the cloth was removed, revealing a sniper rifle that gleamed menacingly. An AWM—P! Austin was startled. He wasn't an expert on firearms, but he recognized this legendary sniper rifle. The entire gun was green, resembling a venomous snake ready to strike its prey. "Boss, how long has it been since this gun was last used?" the bodyguard asked, eyes gleaming with excitement as he handed over the weapon.

she said, setting the long case on the table. Six’s eyes widened, and he placed a reverent hand on the case. “Oh, baby, I’ve missed you.” My brow scrunched, watching as he flipped the latches and lifted the lid. Inside was a gun, one I recognized to be a rifle. It wasn’t like most found at the local sporting goods store—it was military grade. A sniper rifle. “Told you I’d take care of her,” One said. All of their attention was on the weapon, staring intently as Six picked it up and shouldered it.

I command “Yes.” She breathes nodding before turning her head away from me. As soon as I reach my armoury room I change into a pair of dark jeans, a black V-neck t-shirt and put on my boots. I strap on my 9mm underneath my shirt, grab my sniper case and insert my Matsuda blade onto my back. I was getting ready to party.

She muttered as she aligned the criss cross mark of her sniper scope to the head of the terrorist with the gun. She held her breadth and pulled the trigger at the same time when he raised his rifle to shoot the third captive. The gun fell from his hand first before the man followed. There was panic amongst the other two who looked around in confusion. One of the men made a dash to the fallen weapon of his comrade but she followed him swiftly, the criss cross mark of her sniper moving behind her new target till her focus point was centered on his chest, then she pulled the trigger. A second later, the man was flying backwards in the air before landing on the floor motionless.