High Rise Invasion Sniper Novels & Stories

Oh my fucking luck out of this world. He is no other than Faris, the only person in highschool I hated with almost everything I had because I really liked him. I had caught him staring at me but brushed it off thinking of it as nothing and sometimes I too used to stalk him and like the stupid person that I am, I thought he liked me and maybe.. my silly self thought that maybe we could date or something because I was really smitten by him and his charms back at that time. He was handsome back than with his boyish charm and grin but now he is here infront of me even better. making me choke on my breathe.

FURIOUS, I RAISED my face upright in the eyes of the man who was holding a sniper on the 3rd floor looking at us, and then one by one other men from other floors looked below from the balconies of that building and some started shooting from the windows. We covered ourselves and I aimed precisely, even though many of my bullets were not hitting the target, I managed to take down quite a few from the sight. The abandoned building was a 12 storey high and there were soldiers of the Cato clan inside and outside.

That was so close, he would have been struck down by the .30 inch sniper bullet. It was coming from meters away so Simon could easily deduce that it was a military grade sniper, and it wasn’t just a military grade; it was a special type of sniper if it could be used in the dark. That means it had infrared sensor. Even with the room light on, the shooter wouldn’t be able to see him since the curtains were still covered; unless with a sensor type sniper.

Lucas sprinted toward the building. --- The sniper saw Lucas approaching and immediately ran. He jumped from one rooftop to another. Lucas followed from below. The chase moved through narrow streets and dark alleys. The sniper suddenly disappeared into a building. Lucas entered after him. The interior was completely dark. He heard a door slam upstairs. Lucas rushed up the stairs. The sniper fired down the staircase. Lucas ducked. The bullet struck the railing. Lucas moved quickly, using the wall for cover. The sniper fired again.

Late at night, on the rooftop of a skyscraper, a man in a black tactical jacket aimed a sniper rifle at the window of an office building across the street. Inside, Caleb sat at the head of the conference table. The sniper wore a white mask. After a moment of adjustment, he fired. The gunshot echoed, and the man inside the meeting room collapsed instantly. Chaos erupted within the office building. "Good job!" Behind him, a deep voice spoke. "You're even more promising than Ivan."

And behind them, Roberto, who had come out from the surveillance wing to meet his granddaughter, jerked back violently as a second bullet tore into his side. “Sniper!” Matteo shouted, already diving for cover. Roberto hit the floor, groaning in agony, blood pooling beneath him. Chaos surged. Massimo didn’t hesitate. His eyes tracked the trajectory in a blink, calculated the angle, the ridge, the small crack in the warehouse ceiling. And then he ran. No hesitation. No calls for backup. He scaled the scaffolding like it was instinct, pulling himself to the roof edge just as the sniper tried to reload. A tall, lean man with a military stance, Russian. Branded with a black serpent inked down the

She muttered as she aligned the criss cross mark of her sniper scope to the head of the terrorist with the gun. She held her breadth and pulled the trigger at the same time when he raised his rifle to shoot the third captive. The gun fell from his hand first before the man followed. There was panic amongst the other two who looked around in confusion. One of the men made a dash to the fallen weapon of his comrade but she followed him swiftly, the criss cross mark of her sniper moving behind her new target till her focus point was centered on his chest, then she pulled the trigger. A second later, the man was flying backwards in the air before landing on the floor motionless.

"Freeze! Dropped your weapon and put your hands above your head right now!" Ryan instantly dropped his knees on the ground and raised his hands as instructed. Amidst this chaos, something caught his attention. There's a bloodied knife dropped beside him. His eyes widen in shock. What is that thing? What the heck is this situation? Ryan blinked his eyes again, redeeming the absurd sight he saw just now. Did he kill someone? The first time he was being transmigrated, he had, unfortunately, had been branded as a murderer by the police?

It was a high-end establishment, exclusive, crawling with security. "Four at the entrance," one of our men noted. "More inside. Snipers on the rooftop." "Snipers?" Nevio scoffed. "Cowards." I reached under my jacket, fingers curling around my gun. "Let’s introduce ourselves, shall we?" Nevio cracked his knuckles. "After you." And just like that, we stepped out of the car, ready to turn their little family dinner into a fucking nightmare. We stepped forward to the entrance, shooting down the guards without hesitance, not hard enough to take their lives though.

“We need your strength, Marsh. You hold the perimeter.” Marsh nodded, his loyalty unwavering, poring over the schematics. “Hotel’s a fortress—ballroom, rooftop access. Sniper’s likely there.” Rosa’s screen flashed, her voice tense. “Order’s got insiders—hotel staff, security. We need my drone to jam their comms.” Valentina added, sharp, “My defector says the sniper’s got heavy ordnance—explosives, rifles. It’s a kill zone.” Marsh’s vow, his injuries a testament to their fight, rallied the team, their unity a pulse. But the summit’s trap, the Order’s insiders, deepened the threat, a blade at their empire’s core.