High Rise Invasion Sniper Novels & Stories

A tear rolled down her cheek. Before she could continue— Bang! A sniper's bullet struck the rock beside the folder, sending pieces of stone flying. Everyone dropped to the ground. Agent Ross shouted, "Sniper!" "Protect Emma!" Chaos erupted across the mountainside. Isabella immediately looked toward the distant ridge. Her face filled with shock. "No..." "He's here." Emma looked at her. "Who?" Isabella whispered only one name. "Richard Holloway." High above them, on the edge of the mountain, a lone man lowered his sniper rifle.

Alice turns on her back, hatchet in hand as the woman jumps on top of her. They fight with each other, each of them trying to kill with hatchets in hand. Fenrir slips and falls off a tree branch while trying to catch up with them. He lands on his side, his body almost completely covered in snow. Both of the women's attention turn to the sound of Fenrir falling. Alice takes this opportunity to free her arm from the woman's hand and plunges her hatchet into the woman's neck. She falls off Alice after her body immediately goes limp. Fighting for survival, but the woman's injuries are almost immediately fatal.

… The night was already deep when the crown prince and his army reached Dacria's mighty fortress. Shocked and overwhelmed, the Dacrian soldiers' morale began to drop just by the sight of their enemies. None of them expected that the crown prince would come at them at full force. He did not just bring with him the mighty imperial army but also three out of the five fearsome half-blood Aliens.

The lead scout collapsed instantly into the slush, his weapon slipping silently from his fingers before his body even hit the ground. ​Before the second contractor could react or raise his rifle, Marcus’s high-caliber sniper rifle cracked from the upper ridge a single, suppressed, heavy thud that echoed like a falling tree trunk. The second man was thrown backward off his feet, his body skidding across the ice-crusted gravel. ​The third contractor dropped into a desperate, low roll, firing a blind burst into the treeline as he scrambled toward the cover of a massive granite boulder.

She didn’t look at him once. He stared at her reflection in the glass coffee table—her trembling hands, her pale face, her eyes that refused to meet his. It wasn’t fear of the sniper. It was fear of him—of what he represented. He’d promised safety, and she got blood. He’d promised love, and she got chaos. When the nurse left, Ari approached him quietly. “We traced the shot,” he said. “Came from a high-rise opposite this building. Rented out three days ago under an alias tied to Lennox’s shell company.”

The invaders moved in, stepping over their fallen comrades, their boots wet with blood pooling beneath bodies that had dropped like broken dolls. But the moment they stepped inside, they realized their mistake. It was an execution ground. The snipers perched on the upper levels of the estate—hidden in the darkness, patient as death itself—rained precision fire upon them. A man on the left barely had time to register his fallen team before his chest exploded, a bullet ripping through his ribcage. He gasped, staggering, before collapsing onto another body. “Fall back! FALL BACK!” Panic set in. Another invader turned to flee, sprinting toward the trucks, but his head snapped back violently—half

"Snipers, take positions, pick off the high ground. Breach teams, explosives on the doors. No mercy for fighters, but civilians out first. Move!" The order unleashed pandemonium. Dante's snipers melted into the shadows, climbing adjacent ruins with cat-like precision. The first shots cracked like thunder, suppressed rifles spitting death from afar. A rooftop guard jerked, clutching his shoulder as he tumbled from his perch, his AK clattering below. Another spun, blood blooming on his vest, collapsing behind a vent. Alexei's men reacted with frenzy, shouts echoing in Russian and English, floodlights swinging wildly to pinpoint the assailants. Machine guns chattered to life, raking the darknes

We approached from the area with the least traffic and staying as low as we could, we got ready to attack. Todd pulled the pin from one of the grenades and tossed it toward the entrance, Liam followed suit and Devon had his rifle aimed at the sky. As the grenades hit Devon’s shots rang out, felling at least three Nephilim. The flashes of light drew their attention, but we had split up and were already moving, headed in the opposite direction. Cassi, Liam and Todd had headed in one direction, while Devon, Kenneth and I headed in the other direction. Pausing intermittently to shoot and/or throw explosives in, we continued to work the perimeter of the nest. Kenneth’s arrows taking some of them

A mistake in the underlying code had triggered a crash in the chain system. The engineers were already overwhelmed. When they saw me walk in, their eyes held a mix of expectation and embarrassment. I didn’t respond to any of it. I sat down and connected to the system. Memories of every system upgrade and custom request Apex had gone through, buried deep in my mind, surged forward instantly. An hour later, the alarms stopped, and the data was restored. Mr. Johnson’s call came directly to my phone. “Lily, thank you! I knew you’d handle it!”

Midnight. Brooklyn Navy Yard. Rain poured down, turning the industrial shipyard into a blur of grey shadows. High atop a crane, a sniper adjusted his scope. Below, fifty heavily armed Genesis mercenaries hid behind shipping containers, waiting. "Target approaching," the sniper whispered into his comms. "Three black SUVs. High speed. Entering the kill zone now." The Commander of the mercenary unit, a scarred man named Vork, grinned. "Wait until they are in the center. Then turn them into swiss cheese."