Fantasy Sniper Rifle Novels & Stories

she apologized as Tommy hummed before taking the gun away. Returning with a different gun, Jasmine admires the specific gun with admiration, "This is a sniper, you seem to like this one, " he said as Jasmine nodded, "It looks cool, " she said as Tommy nodded, "It is, but it takes a lot of training to master this gun, " he said as Jasmine nodded.

Marcus looked annoyed. His hair, which was a combination of two colors, was left a little disheveled. It was usually styled to match his tall, athletic look. His shirt was a bit rumpled, and he was still carrying a large bag containing his favorite weapon—the Arctic Walfare Magnum, the latest series he got from Damian. Marcus was really impressed with the accuracy of this sniper rifle. He really wanted to use this weapon again, but he had to follow Damian's orders.

“Fine. You want in, you’re in.” They went to the armory room in the back of the club. Metal shelves lined with firearms, ammunition, and knives gleamed in the low light. Amy’s fingers skimmed along the collection before she pulled down a polished Colt 1911 and a snub-nosed revolver. Isadora grinned and took her favorites — a black Beretta M1951 and a sawed-off shotgun with a worn leather strap. “You ever notice,” Isadora said as she checked the Beretta’s magazine, “that people like us never really retire?”

And she looked fucking hot. My guess was she was practicing shooting. Judging by the case she had, it wasn’t just a hunting rifle— it was an MK14 rifle sniper used. “Whoa!” Zack gushed as if he just received a Christmas gift. He was already hugging Shadow, making my wolf growl. “You shot this?” “Yes.” She smiled. “Wow! That’s awesome. Let me help you.” Zack offered to take the box from her, picking the deer on the ground.

Each one stacked neatly atop the other, marked only by numbers and cryptic symbols. "What the hell is this place?" Vargo muttered, almost reverently. I moved to the nearest crate, my curiosity overriding my hesitation. The old wood creaked as I pried the lid open. Nestled within, surrounded by foam and cloth, was a sniper rifle unlike anything I'd ever seen. Sleek. Matte black. Modified beyond standard military specs. I reached in and lifted it carefully. Its weight was solid. Cold. Deadly. "The Viper-X," I read the label etched along the barrel.

She hated feeling useless as a sniper. The weaponsmith took a look at Sasha’s slime boss lungs and raised a monocle. “I’ve never heard of that kind of weapon. What’s a sniper rifle?” Sasha lifted her shotgun and explained once more. “It has a scope here to allow me to zoom in on something that far away,” she pointed at a fruit several buildings from where the weaponsmith’s shop was. “It would look as if it was right in your hand in the scope, and I can shoot multiple times before needing to reload. Also, the gun has a sling so that I can carry it on my back and run.”

the subordinate called out, walking off to inform everyone else at once. Just then, Ryder opened up his briefcase. He took out its contents and began to assemble a black sniper rifle with a red bullet clip. The rifle was a sight to behold. It was longer than a Barrett and taller than a human being, making it an absolutely fearsome thing to look at. It also seemed heavier than what an average person would be able to carry. "I don't think this is included in our service weapons, right?" Elsa had never quite seen anything like it. Ryder took out another black dagger and attached it to his waist before he lifted the rifle with one arm. "It's a super cannon with spiral bullets, able to take down

I am taken aback at first, and before I can think more about it, A deep voice sounded beside my ears. "It's an omega-3 sniper rifle, and it has a high-velocity firing range with an armor-piercing round. It is specifically designed for more intense missions by the Domain." Clive explains, and he doesn’t even mention or ask how I can assemble the gun. i turn and look at him; at some point, it seems he is already at my side and has been watching me. I swallowed the questions in my throat and snickered instead. "I’m not asking you," I said, putting the omega-3 sniper rifle back on its shelf before I ignore Clive and his reactions and walk further inside.

There was no room for mercy or forgiveness; only a ruthless pursuit of their annihilation remained. First, I focused on my weapon, the instrument of their demise. My sniper rifle, a representation of my wrath and grit. I took it apart really carefully and cleaned every little piece. The air smelled like gun oil and reminded me of the gunfire that I had nightmares about. Once I cleaned it up, I carefully put the rifle back together, fitting each piece perfectly.

I explained. “The rifle is here!” David said, now standing beside the rifle. Yosef-hyung went to him and fish out gloves from his pocket before dismantling the rifle. “This is an M24 rifle, JD. Used by the U.S. military and one of the deadliest sniper rifle.” “They might have resources or a sponsor.” JD-hyung answered while still looking at the sniper. “How will we drag him down, hyung.” Danny-hyung asked. “The hotel staff might see us through the CCTV cameras.” Jaden added worriedly.