High Rise Invasion Sniper Novels & Stories

The possibilities were endless, and the excitement was almost overwhelming. I applied the abilities filter on the SUDIX store and began scrolling through the various options, my heart pounding with anticipation. I knew I needed something powerful, something that would give me a real edge. As I browsed, a particular ability caught my eye: "Hand of Arousal" priced at $10 million. It promised the power to make any woman feel overwhelmingly horny with just a simple touch. The thought of having such control sent a thrill down my spine. With that ability, I could have any woman eating out of the palm of my hand—literally.

His nostrils flared. “Go,” he murmured, voice ragged. They reached the top. At the top, four snipers were positioned along the edge. Jax fired first. Ashley followed. Two snipers dropped instantly. The other two ducked, returning fire. Jax shoved her behind a vent. “Stay low!” “No chance!” she shouted back. She popped out and fired again, her shot grazing one sniper’s shoulder. Jax took the other with a clean shot to the chest. The last one scrambled back, retreating toward the tower.

Ivan understood at once and said to the snipers, "Tonight, our only target is a murderer named Sebastian. Once you discover the target, shoot him dead! You don't need to ask for permission." "Yes, sir!" The four snipers stood to attention and ran back swiftly to their sedan. "Mr. Sloane, tonight's operation is much too dangerous. I don't think you need to take part personally," Ivan said worriedly before he got into the car. "Hmph! What do I need to be afraid of? Haven't you ever heard of the saying that even the best can't dodge a bullet? I refuse to believe that Sebastian is invincible! Get in the car!" Hunter said, taking a Browning pistol from Ivan and loading it.

Killing intent flooded the space—dense and suffocating, like a rising tide that surged into a violent tsunami crashing straight toward Evan. Nightingale, dressed in black, melted into the shadows. Only the cold flash of her dagger betrayed her presence. Butcher raised a sniper rifle nearly as tall as a man and unleashed a barrage at Evan. This time, he had even loaded internationally banned dumdum rounds, determined to kill in a single shot. Predator drove forward with a full-force punch—raw, destructive power paired with terrifying speed. Specter's visor flickered rapidly, analyzing and predicting Evan's next move as his body dissolved into shifting shadows.

The rest of my men railed around Adrian, heir weapons blazing as they pushed forward, their eyes bright with adrenaline-fueled fury. For a brief moment, it seemed like we might actually come on top. But then, as if from nowhere, a hail of gunfire rained down from above. My heart sank as I realized that Greg's men had stationed snipers on the rooftops and none of my men had noticed. Ducking behind a nearby dumpster, I tried to catch my breath as I saw few of my men falling. I have to do something fast. I darted out from cover, launching myself one of the snipers from the car boot.

“Ten snipers are on the roofs.” “And ten more in the building’s windows,” Al added. “We need more people.” “I’ll contact our snipers too. It’s weird Stanley didn’t pick up my call.” Al frowned. “If he answered, it would be effortless to sweep these twenty.” “Don’t worry. My men will come soon. Maybe they are already working to handle these cockroaches.” “I hope so.” Al aimed a sniper with an automatic gun, and once he shot the man, it missed. The sniper shot their car instead.

I didn't care about the two hundred soldiers watching from the valley floor. I stepped out from behind the pillar and walked straight to him. I placed my hand in his. His big fingers closed around mine, tight, warm, and possessive, pulling me flush against his bare side so that his body covered my ribs from the high ridge above. The lead sniper on the high crag raised his rifle, the black barrel angling directly at Caspian’s head. And then a deep, horn-like roar echoed from the high pass behind the snipers... followed by the sound of heavy iron armor crashing against rock as a new, massive force crested the mountain peak.

‎I scanned for my phone: gone. ‎I was cut off, blind, trapped in a fortress full of predators. ‎I forced myself upright, ribs screaming, and shuffled to the window. ‎Below, the estate sprawled like a military compound: manicured lawns giving way to cliffs and ocean, armed men in tactical gear patrolling with rifles and dogs. ‎A sniper glinted on the roof. ‎Of course. ‎You don’t run a blood empire without walls this high. ‎A soft knock. ‎A young guy, a bit older than Elias, comes in, hands in pockets, curls falling into his eyes.

“I said what you deserve.” For once, she didn’t argue. She just lowered her gaze to the menu, though her heart was racing. Meanwhile, across the street, a figure lay prone on a rooftop, eye pressed to the scope of his rifle. “Target in sight,” the sniper muttered into his earpiece. “Both of them are seated. Clear shot.” Alessandro’s voice crackled in reply, calm but commanding. “Hold fire.” The sniper’s finger tightened near the trigger. “Sir, I have the line.”

Her success spoke for itself. As she turned around to walk toward the waiting Apex crew, time suddenly seemed to slow down to a complete, terrifying motion. High up on the roof of the high rise building across the street, Barrett adjusted his sniper, locking his cold, bloodshot eyes onto the scope. His target was clear. Taking Julian down directly was proving difficult, but destroying the woman Julian worshipped right in front of his eyes would inflict a pain far worse than death. Barrett’s finger slowly pulled the trigger. Before Valeria's foot could even touch the step to complete her turn, the deafening sound of a gunshot shattered the peaceful afternoon air.