Masked Sniper Anime Novels & Stories

A smirk formed on the suspicious person’s lips who was watching over them on a television screen. Slowly opening the front door, the sniper steps her foot inside. As soon as she get herself inside, another man-in-black faced her but before the man could aim, Blanche shoots him using her pistol. Running towards the stair, a familiar figure run beside her - it was Aerith. “Welcome to my trap,” the culprit said to itself while smiling like a mentally deranged person, as they make their way up the stairs. The person was there - being indulged with lunacy - standing still and watching them from the television.

The laser's eerie glow painted a sinister target on his temple as he stood, oblivious, in the room. "Engaged," the sniper whispered into their radio, their finger hovering just above the trigger. "Stand back," came the terse reply, the authority in the voice unmistakable. The sniper, muscles tensed and eyes focused, hesitated for a fraction of a second before withdrawing, the red dot disappearing into the darkness.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

The pain made him break out into a cold sweat, and his expression beneath the camouflage paint was contorted with pain. "Tell me. Who sent you?" Sean looked calmly at the sniper. However, there was an icy look emerging in his eyes. "Asshole!" The sniper growled in a low voice in broken Salvanese. He reached for the gun hanging from his thigh. Sean had spotted the sniper's movements long ago. He flicked his fingers, and a silver needle shot out like lightning. It buried itself in the sniper's left arm. Immediately, the sniper's arm lost all feeling, as if his nerves had been cut. His left arm drooped down uselessly.

"That's my girl. Make it clean." Raven set up her shot, finding the perfect angle through a gap in the shutters. The sniper was pinned down but still dangerous, still trying to complete his mission. She centered her aim on his chest. Controlled her breathing. Let everything else fade away except the target and the trigger. The shot was perfect. The sniper dropped without ever knowing what hit him. "Beautiful work," Vincent said, watching through the monitors as his security team confirmed the kill. "Now let's go have a conversation with our friend in the kitchen."

The engine beneath us growled, a mechanical beast ready to sprint across the jagged ice. The helicopter roared above us, its blades cutting through the thin air with a rhythmic, bone-deep thrum. The sniper in the doorway was a silhouette of death against the pale morning sky. He didn't care about the ship or the survivors; his only mission was to ensure the Silver-Bane bloodline ended on this ice. "Get down!" Lucian barked. A second shot cracked. The bullet hissed past my ear, striking a frozen snowmobile behind us and sending a spray of ice shards into the air.

No misses. What did that suggest? He was a top-tier sniper. Sure enough, Moose reported this intelligence at once. "Eight shots in ten seconds, and every one of them hit a moving drone?" Rex said immediately. "An ordinary gunman could never pull that off. I think his ability must be related to sniping." "And all the bullets came from the same window," Moose added. "He's definitely a sniper, and his awakened ability is tied to that," Rex said, clapping his hands. "And there's only one shooter."

And then he says, “Good, because we might just kill everyone else who knows. Keep this a secret, huh, and we won’t have a problem.” I understand what the huge guy says again. And as to this, I see how he picks out a gun from the shelf compartment and blows on it with his mouth. “M24 Sniper Weapon System, Serial Number: M24SWS-7489B12. You just need to find the tallest building, place it on the placement, and fire. This beauty here has the capacity to travel longer ranges. Matriarch Alessandra is already dead meat if you use this weapon,” the huge guy says.

I'm… “Go tell who sent you!” He snarled, pomping bullets into the heads of the fags. “Tell them, the Moreau’s ain't dead yet!” He screamed with grit and veins filled his neck. He stood in the middle like a war god and in that moment, the air shifted suddenly. I caught a sniper from afar. The red lasers was already marked on his chest and immediately, I dived him out of the way and slammed him behind a cargo. The bullet wheezed past us and he smiled warmly at me.

I command “Yes.” She breathes nodding before turning her head away from me. As soon as I reach my armoury room I change into a pair of dark jeans, a black V-neck t-shirt and put on my boots. I strap on my 9mm underneath my shirt, grab my sniper case and insert my Matsuda blade onto my back. I was getting ready to party.

But that does not deter the hired snipers from around the world who are currently assigned to Iran's borders, to help the allies eradicate their enemies. “You. Get your ass away! I will finish off our target, you are as slow as a damn snail.” Aiden threw away his cigarette butt roughly, and immediately kicked away his men who couldn't work properly. He had been waiting for Ryuki to finish off their enemies since an hour ago while finishing three cigarettes that he got from his tent on the east side where he was spying. "But captain, I—" Bang Before Ryuki could shout his voice at Aiden, the man had pulled the trigger of his M38 DMR, followed by a loud thump and loud screams from people who ha