Masked Sniper Anime Novels & Stories

“Shhhh. No one can hear you, Reece. It’s raining cats and dogs now...” he whispers in my ears.“... just look at that tiny dot glowing on your chest. Isn’t it beautiful?”I quickly looked down to see a tiny red indicator on my chest. I gradually lifted my head, staring at the top of the building in front of my window to see a man holding a Barrett M82 sniper riffle gun and he had it aimed at me. He saluted me in a weird manner.The red dot moved up and then it stopped on my forehead.Ryan moves away from me, stepping aside.“... and that is for my daughter and P.A... Anna.

Making them merge with the other groups. We train daily. We are responsible for learning as many tactics as possible. I as well as both betas and James are the main snipers. We usually are the first to arrive at the scene and the last to leave the scene. We gotta specialize in everything. From artillery to, combat, human and wolf form. Our specialty consists of different martial arts, combat, being the best with weapons, and my favorite.... being swift with the sword. There's just something about ripping a vamps head off with one single swift from my blade. Almost like a knife going through butter.

The sniper froze because she was looking directly at him. Across the distance, through fog and shadow, their eyes met, and in that moment, something inside him cracked. Because what he saw was not fear, not panic, not even anger, it was something far worse. Her eyes were cold, sharp, and hungry, as if silently telling him: You made a mistake. A slow, dangerous smirk formed on Amara’s lips. “Amara, get down!” Finn’s voice came again, tense now. But she didn’t move. Instead, she raised her gun in one smooth, effortless motion. No hesitation. No second thought. The sniper’s breath hitched.

Matteo’s men opened fire toward the upper gallery. Bullets shattered stained-glass windows. Colored fragments rained across the ancient floor like broken jewels. The mysterious sniper remained perfectly still. As though none of it concerned him. Then… He smiled. A slow smile. The kind that belonged to a man who had already won. ⸻ Adrian Moretti stared at him in disbelief. His face had lost every trace of composure. “No…” His voice barely rose above a whisper. “It isn’t possible.” “You died.” The sniper removed his gloves one finger at a time.

Marcus shouted. The group sprinted toward a narrow alley beside the bridge. ⸻ Gabriel Ashford didn’t follow immediately. Instead, he calmly walked toward the attackers. One of the masked men aimed directly at his head. Before he could pull the trigger— A sharp crack echoed through the air. The rifle flew from the gunman’s hands. A sniper. Someone else was watching. The masked men froze. A red laser dot settled briefly on the hood of their sedan. Then disappeared. Their leader shouted, “Fall back!”

Getting out of the car and rushing him was an option. A bad one. Not with Annie in his arms. And not with a gun already pressed against her. I needed something faster. Something cleaner. My hand closed around the sniper rifle resting beside me. Slowly, I raised it. The laser settled between his eyes. He saw it. And smiled. I smiled back. For a second, neither of us moved. Then he began to pull the trigger. I fired first. The shot cracked through the night. His head snapped backward. The gun slipped from his hand.

Usually, a sniper was paired with a spotter, yet this particular sniper was alone, taking up both roles. The sniper was either extremely arrogant or had absolute confidence in his skills. Judging from how the shots were fired, Kaze believed the sniper was the latter. “Huh? Interesting.” The sniper muttered in the quiet room and the voice that came from the black robe was of a woman. She then removed her hood and mask, revealing a common-looking face. If she were to walk on the street and blend in with the crowd, she could practically go unnoticed. Yet she looked surprised. She noticed Kaze’s movements and she knew what he was planning to do.

He would be angry for being made into a security detail but he would do the work without fail either or. A bullet tore through my shoulder and I barely flinched. I turned, walking straight to the shooter but he was taken down before I even got to him. It did not matter, there were many to go around. I grabbed one who had been on the floor, crawling like the little snakes they all were. I snapped his head, moving on to another. I swung my knives in between my fingers which were in fists. As I threw each punch, blood sprayed out from the stab wound. I punched fast and hard. Five punches and I had a dead body swaying back and forth before me until it hit the ground with a thud. “Back up. 20.” R

The silence stretched for minutes, slowly Damon crawled out from underneath the bed, dragging Cara gently, but he kept himself low in case the sniper was still watching from a distance, and to confirm his suspicion, the red laser moving across the room, scanning the entire area looking for them. Damon surveyed his gaze around, assessing their situation and finding a way out of the mess. Feathers from her ruined pillows were flying around the air, the mirror from her vanity was shattered, and everything was a mess as the tornado of bullets lashed inside her room. Two thousand meters, a skilled sniper armed with high precision long-range rifle, probably with unlimited magazine left just waitin

Nikolai’s gunman manages to get off a shot that grazes my shoulder, sending a bolt of white-hot pain through my body. Gritting my teeth against the pain, I draw my weapon and fire in one fluid motion. My bullet tears through the gunman’s hand, sending his weapon flying across the room. Not taking any chances, I empty my clip into him, each shot echoing in the suddenly silent office. The gunman crumples to the floor, no longer a threat. I struggle to my feet, my injured shoulder protesting every movement, and survey the scene. Nikolai lies motionless, taken out by my sniper’s precision. His henchman is a bloody heap by the hidden door.