Fantasy Sniper Rifle Novels & Stories

“I knew you would say that” Liam comes running over with a case and lays it down in front of me. He has a wicked grin on his face and laughs as he says, “Hope you like it”. I gasp when I open the case. It’s a custom long-distance Ruger precision sniper rifle. It even has custom silver bullets with a wolfbane core. Conrad lifts my chin to look at him. “Figured this way you are still safe at the house while kicking ass and being a true Luna Queen”.

Tangina! "You old man are you scamming us ?!" Aamon asked with an irritated voice and went to the office table where the briefcase was and opened it to see the gun. "O-Of course not! DSR-Precision DSR 50 sniper rifle is manufactured by Germany, it's the most powerful gun with few adjustments in it and it has 0.50 caliber round and it is also new." Mr.Delloreyes said in a nervous tone afraid that Anastacius would kill him if he was lying.

“Huh, looks like you should get used to it.” Aiden smirked disdainfully at Calistha and immediately jumped into his car. He had even experienced things worse than this. Trapped in the wilderness, in a state of stalking the enemy, and he only relies on river water to cleanse his body of various impurities that he gets while lurking. The life of a sniper is indeed very cruel. They are indeed trained to deal with the extreme conditions out there. It's no wonder that in the end only mentally ill people will qualify to become snipers, because they were created to be robots. They are required to harden their hearts, dull their senses of taste, and grow into the most formidable human beings of all

She stood tall and imposing, like an ancient Greek goddess. Beside her was an M200 sniper rifle, and Mr. Marcus immediately recognized it as the most powerful rifle in Australia. It had been modified and reintroduced by Truman's Company, with a larger-caliber barrel and a multi-functional gun slot. This rifle could shoot nineteen different types of bullets and was equipped with various scopes and scanning mirrors, making it suitable for targeting moving targets. Although Mr. Marcus wasn't as knowledgeable about firearms as experts in the field, he still had some understanding of well-known armaments. Did Camellia want to blast him to bits with this M200 sniper rifle?

"The sniper... he’s using cold-iron rounds... they’re designed for us." ​"I'm done running, Julian," I said, my voice vibrating with a frequency that made the pebbles on the beach dance. ​I stood up. The violet Scythe in my hand wasn't just a weapon; it felt like an extension of my nervous system. I could feel the sniper’s heartbeat through the air, a rhythmic thump-thump from a ledge three hundred yards up the cliff. ​I didn't need a gun. I didn't even need to be close.

He walked toward the bathroom, each step steady, though his heart was pounding. And behind him, Dante walked back to the chair, the cigarette burning low between his fingers. He stared at the closed door, "this is just the beginning" he groans, they'd just jumped the highest hurdle, but can they keep jumping, he has both a Elite prime luna and an Elite prime omega, can he really satiate them? No, doub was the beginning of self destruction, he knows his strength, his Enigma is no where near being weak, he has to get over that fear, that fear Yuno had instilled in him.

DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV The air up here was quiet. Still. Like death before it made its final move. I crouched near the edge of the old tower’s ledge, the concrete cool beneath my gloves, the metal of the rifle resting heavy on my forearm. A sleek, military-grade sniper rifle with custom grip, modified trigger, suppressor intact. The kind of toy that whispered kill instead of screamed it. Dahlia stood a few feet behind me with that same unimpressed look she wore when I ignored her intel briefs. She was leaning against a rusted steel beam with a cigarette tucked between her fingers.

It took a fingerprint ID, eye scan, and a twelve-digit code to breach, but she quickly found out why. "Holy shit!" she murmured as she walked in. The damn vault was easily 50 feet long, 15 feet wide, and lined with weapons ranging from throwing stars to rocket launchers. "This is SO illegal!" she said, running her hands over a high-powered sniper rifle with a scope she'd never even seen before. "What the hell are these?" she asked, picking up a pair of what looked like Desert Eagle 50s but with some kind of banana clip. "Just what they look like," Reaper said lovingly, staring at the guns. "I know someone who works with the manufacturer, and he made us a special set. Single shot for most bad

her furious shout that referred to Lana then threw the glass she was holding. She wanted to be hysterical, she wanted to kill someone, and she wanted to retaliate right now. That's why her hand seemed to have a mind of its own when she took a pair of scissors out of the drawer of the sideboard. And then angrily broke Lana's face in the magazine.

"We are exceptional warriors. In today's world, the only thing that could kill us would be a bullet to the brain. That would not allow us to have the capacity to shift, so we would die of the wound." Liv scrubbed her hands up and down her face. "I think I need a drink." Brodi was out of his chair in an instant. "Of course, Elskling. What would you like? We have tea, juice, coffee…" "Whisky," she answered flatly. Brodi cocked a brow in surprise. "Coming right up!"