Isekai Sniper Novels & Stories

I sighed into my hands as more documents rustled with the wind. Isaak was born and raised in Nubira, a powerful country in Aquellia. Isaak had trained as a swordsman since he had been a child. After he had finished his national knight exams, he had graduated as the strongest swordsman in Nubira. Isaak had then wandered the continent in search of a 'challenge'. In his search, he had met the Prince of Envia, Kassian, by chance.

Amelia felt a rush of power she has never felt before coursing through her body. “I hereby proclaim Amelia Snow as the Alpha and first member of the Hunter Race, does anyone stand against this?” Lariempi declared to the heavens with a voice louder than thunder, a few seconds passed and then lightning flashed and thunder rumbled violently, at this very instant Amelia felt something change within her but she couldn’t point at exactly what changed.

one sniper said, snapping Ichiro back. He put his eyes to his scope, refocusing his mind on his mission. “All snipers in view, take it down.”

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.

“Yasu-san… Press the brake when I tell you. It’s gonna be timing that matters here. That exact moment when you press the brake create a domain. Do you understand?” “It’s catching up… Its close to laying its hands on Akihiko!” says Seirei while finding the sniper under the seat with another black whip made out of energy. “He’ll be fine. Just a few moments away from being ruptured by a… what was it called again?” “AN ORGAN GOUGER!” “But wait. Wasn’t it a consumer…?” “No one cares! I want to survive at least with this body once! Here, take this cr*p!” says Seirei while tossing the sniper to Ayame in the back.

“Huh, looks like you should get used to it.” Aiden smirked disdainfully at Calistha and immediately jumped into his car. He had even experienced things worse than this. Trapped in the wilderness, in a state of stalking the enemy, and he only relies on river water to cleanse his body of various impurities that he gets while lurking. The life of a sniper is indeed very cruel. They are indeed trained to deal with the extreme conditions out there. It's no wonder that in the end only mentally ill people will qualify to become snipers, because they were created to be robots. They are required to harden their hearts, dull their senses of taste, and grow into the most formidable human beings of all

Anna moved from behind the sniper gun she was setting. Brianna just needed the sniper gun to get a grip on her target. She did not bring the whole of it. And it wasn’t the gun she would use in case she gets the information she needs from Jack Foster. The one she brought with her today was an airsoft sniper gun, a Novsitsch SSG10 A3 airsoft sniper gun, with only a short barrel, bipod, and sniper scope. There was no butt pad, so the long gun wasn’t that long as usual, and there was no magazine, no ammo, too.

Jenkin. Kayson frowned and looked in the direction of the sniper because he could sense he was targeted again. “You should have run when you failed to kill me with one shot, yet you’re still attempting to take a second shot,” Kayson said nonchalantly. He lifted his arm and pointed with his finger. He channeled his lightning energy to his fingertip and shot out a lightning arrow about the thickness of a finger. It traveled faster than a bullet. The sniper was lying supine on the ground with his rifle aiming at Kayson from the rooftop of a building 100 meters away when his head suddenly exploded with a loud bang. He died on the spot.

A man who loved his captive was a vulnerable man. The sniper adjusted his scope, zooming in on the rooftop terrace. He saw the tall, imposing figure of Drake, sitting on a bench, holding a smaller, softer figure wrapped in a blanket. He saw Drake lean down and kiss the top of the smaller figure’s head. The sniper smiled. A cold, ugly slash on a ruined face. I’ll take the pregnant freak first, he thought, his finger hovering over the trigger. Then, when he comes running to save him, I’ll put a bullet in Drake’s black heart.

We moved fast, using an abandoned car as cover just as another round shattered the windshield. “Let’s finish this quickly.” Isabella bought out several daggers in her hand. “Five at the left, three snipers by the vans.” “Got it.” We split up. I rolled to the right side, focusing on the snipers and opened fire. One of the masked snipers must have thought I missed, but it was intentionally meant to bounce on the metal on his side towards his crucial limb. I could hear Isabella sprinting, her heels clicking one right after the other. I titled my head as a bullet targeted my face. Another click of the trigger, another body dropped down.