High Rise Invasion Sniper Novels & Stories

"You’re already dead. You just don’t know it yet." A Desperate Move Damien’s cold voice snapped: “Kyle—force open the east platform—NOW.” Before Kyle could respond, hidden steel compartments burst open, releasing combat drones armed with torpedoes. “CONTACT!” Damien roared, raising his weapon fast. Gunfire erupted, sparking through the flooded platform as Vanessa’s sniper rifle barked sharply, dropping two advancing drones. I forced back three more soldiers, emptying my sidearm before reloading fast. Rising Water, Rising Stakes

Black sedans. Armed teams. “Looks like we’re very popular tonight,” Lena said. Alina felt the pressure closing in from every direction. “So we’ve got assassins coming from the ground…” She pointed toward the skyline. “…and a sniper who never misses watching from above.” Arun’s voice remained calm. “Correct.” She folded her arms. “Just checking.” He turned the tablet toward her. “Look closer.” Alina studied the screen. Something didn’t add up. The sniper marker was not moving.

Seeing all these up-scale people, looking lavish, and high maintenance, compared to me in my white sneakers and crippled outfit that I've worn since breakfast, my brothers were right about me blending in with the waitress. Scanning around the room once more, and into the VIP... and then it hits me! Our eyes met for the first time, and I froze. Thinking twice, making sure I'm not seeing what I think I'm seeing. Ezra Sommers laid his eyes on me. ---

Bang! A bullet bounced off the spot where Kiran's feet had just been. A silver needle flew from his fingers and deflected the bullet. Bang! Bang! Two more shots zipped past his head. He hurled out two more needles, and with a tinkling sound, both needles and bullets dropped to the ground at the same time. Braving the shower of bullets, he streaked for one of the campus’s high-rise buildings like a tiger out of its cage. At the top of the building, the sniper's eyes were blazing with icy rage. He was startled and infuriated that Kiran had managed to survive those consecutive shots.

Ayra lunged at the window and froze, her breath fogging the cold pane. Below, the driveway bloomed with black SUVs, tires screaming as they skidded to a stop. Doors flung open. Men spilled out like ants from a split nest—dark coats, ballistic masks, rifles already raised. Two helicopters thundered above, the downdraft rattling the windowpanes. Their rotors slashed the air like blades. And then she saw the glint. Not one—three. Snipers, positioned on rooftops across the street, their long barrels catching the afternoon light.

Only then would I find true peace. After all, what could possibly be that hard about it? From what Shawn had revealed last night before passing out, this assassin was a legendary professional who used a high-caliber sniper rifle for his missions. The man could sit from a comfortable, mile-long distance on a rooftop and effortlessly gun Elara down in broad daylight, and no one would ever suspect a thing! I hissed. Let me see how that bitch’s precious tech knowledge and cybersecurity empire would save her from a bullet tearing through her skull.

I'm married, and I take care of my own sh*t, no his. I turned off my phone and stood up to close the window. But I saw a red laser pointing at my chest, so I quickly ducked in and closed the window. Abby was surprised to see me, but she took the gun and threw it at me. I get it and start looking for the enemy. "Sniper..." The man who tried to kill me used a professional sniper, so I took Abby out of the penthouse and had some of my men keep an eye on the area and be on guard.

And that’s when I saw them. Two men. Moving too fast. Too quiet. One already reaching beneath his coat for something gleaming in the dark. “Adrian—” Too late. They grabbed him. One hand over his mouth, the other yanking him back against bone and breath and violence. I didn’t think. Didn’t hesitate. Gun out. Safety off. Steps fast and silent. “Let him go.” The taller one spun, eyes widening just enough to confirm what I already knew: amateurs. Not the sniper’s crew. Not precision killers. These were desperate men hired by someone who didn’t care if they failed—as long as Adrian suffered first.

Everything was perfectly normal. She sighed, chalking it up to a cruel prank call from the paparazzi who were currently swarming the hospital lobby. She turned and quietly slipped out of the room. She didn't look out the window. If she had, she would have noticed a tiny, perfectly still red dot resting squarely on the center of Ethan Cole’s chest. Three miles away. A sniper lay prone on the roof of a high-rise apartment building, peering through the high-powered thermal scope of a suppressed tactical rifle.

He looped the heavy mooring cable around the ladder rungs, his left arm pulling the knot tight as the boat surged against the black current. ​Vivian slung the heavy sniper rifle over her shoulder, grabbed the spool of thick integration cable, and began to climb. The cold salt spray lashed her face, the wind trying to rip her off the iron rungs, but she climbed with the steady, unyielding focus of a woman who had already seen the end of the world.