Fantasy Sniper Rifle Novels & Stories

Sleek rifles, sniper scopes, compact handguns, grenades, and more filled the space with gleaming menace. Again, she momentarily forgot to breath. This wasn’t just a weapons cache—it was a fortress arsenal. “Impressed?” Stefano asked, crossing to a glass case holding two prototype sniper rifles. “This is where I keep my true power. Guns don’t lie. People do.” Serena’s fingers brushed along the grip of a matte-black handgun resting on a velvet-lined shelf. The weight of it in her palm felt familiar. Natural. Stefano noticed. “Careful,” he warned. “That’s a Sig Sauer P365. Modified trigger. Not for decoration.”

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.

“Not bad for a beginner.” Then he walked toward a large case nearby and pulled out a long sniper rifle. Malikha’s eyes widened again when she saw the massive weapon. Several soda cans had been stacked far away as targets. Aidan calmly inserted his earbuds and adjusted the rifle scope with practiced precision before finally aiming. For a brief moment, Malikha found herself staring at him silently. He looked unbelievably handsome while focusing. His sharp eyes narrowed slightly, his posture steady and confident, every movement calm and controlled.

Push him far enough, and he wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet in her. When life and death were on the line, who had the luxury of worrying about whether the sword should stay sheathed? People like that—give them even the greatest powers, and they'd still die horribly. Ray kept searching, and soon, a smile appeared on his face. He'd found a sniper rifle. Sniper rounds were different from standard rifle ammunition—faster, with far greater penetration. To be honest, what Ray really wanted was an RPG or a heavy machine gun. Even a regular machine gun would do in a pinch.

“Kevlar threaded with obsidian and moonstone. It won't stop a direct silver bullet, but it’ll slow it down enough for your healing to keep up.” “I’ll take it.” I also picked out a military-grade semi-automatic rifle with a modified long barrel and a scope. “Standard ammunition,” I told him. “I’m hunting humans tonight.” “And that.” I pointed to a retractable silver sword on the wall. The blade gleamed wickedly, etched with pulsing runes. Viktor whistled. “The Nightfang blade. Enchanted silver—cuts through supernatural flesh like butter. Twelve thousand.” “Sold.” I walked out with a duffel bag full of gear. If Tulcero wanted a war, I’d give them one they’d never forget.

“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?”

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It looked cobbled together, almost primitive compared to the advanced technology their enemies wielded, yet it represented their best hope—perhaps their only hope. "You and Marcus head up to the mountains and set it up," Steve instructed, his voice dropping into the authoritative tone he used when decisions were non-negotiable. "I'll head for the gates and try to hold them back. Tell the snipers to be on standby." He was already dressed in military fatigues, with sniper bullets stacked across his chest in neat rows. The familiar weight was comforting, a reminder of another life, another kind of battle. He picked up his favorite sniper rifle, a Barrett M107. The weapon was a beast—capable of

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

“He isn’t there, he told me to tell you that…wanna keep me company instead? The other guys are in my room…we’re gonna play, wanna join my team?” Quinn wanted to say no, considering the fact that she still wasn’t fond of the game or the controls associated with it, but she nodded her head instead. “Sure…I’ll probably only contribute to you losing though.” “I’m aware of that, big sis…especially since Frederick will also be playing. That goof uses a G3…I hate him.” “Uh…what’s a G3?” “A sniper weapon…mostly used at a far range. I believe it’s best you try it. For a more upgraded armor, I’ll log you in on my old account. I have a lot of upgraded weapons too.”