One Shot Novels & Stories

My curiosity sharpened instantly. I glanced between the two, waiting. When I made to stand, Lucas subtly raised a hand, and I froze mid-motion, perched at the edge of my seat. His eyes scanned the screen. Slowly, deliberately. Then his jaw clenched. The anger rose in him like a controlled detonation, silent but unmistakable. “What happened?” I asked, the suspense scraping at my nerves. The quiet was unbearable, too long, too heavy. “It’s Gordon,” Lucas said finally. “He shot his shot.”

I had everything to lose if I made a single mistake. Everything shifted into slow motion as the asshole's snowmobile moved closer, the assassin taking aim once again. I had one chance at this. One. I wasn't a religious man by any means, my faith having been destroyed years before, but at this point, I said a silent prayer. Blinking furiously, I took aim, trying to steady my nerves and my adrenaline. The moment I let off a single shot, I veered to the right, the snowmobile taking flight a solid fifteen feet into the air, dumping down onto the snow with a hard thud.

I just took her shaking hand in mine, even though I shouldn’t have. “Whatever it takes,” I said finally. “Even if it means burning everything down.” Her eyes widened, not from my words but from the tiny red dot burning on my chest. A sniper’s mark. Before I could speak, she whispered, terrified, “Nathaniel… someone’s watching us.”

They’re low on ammo, I can tell by the way they’re pacing their shots. I pick my target—a big guy barking orders, probably the leader. I aim my gun and without as much as a breath,I fire. The shot catches him in the shoulder, and he staggers, shouting. The others turn, confused, and Zero and Shadow strike, taking out two more.

I said in a whisper while firmly holding my firearm. Kyle said, "It’s because it is," in an uncomfortable tone. "She has assimilated into this system in every way. She will be destroyed if it is destroyed. "Then that’s what we do," Damien said solemnly. Wave One Drones appeared from concealed compartments that were revealed as we progressed further inside the complex. "CONTACT!" The drones swarmed, and Damien fired the first shot, shouting. "They’re faster!" Vanessa screamed, ducking behind cover and shooting at one of the sleek, lethal devices.

I won’t let that happen. Drawing my sword, I step into the clearing, keeping my movements fluid and precise, using the element of surprise. The first soldier doesn’t even have a chance to react before my blade meets its mark, a clean, silent strike that leaves him crumpling to the ground. The others hear the soft thud, heads snapping toward me, but by then, I’m already moving, slipping between them like a shadow, striking each one down with swift, practiced precision.

she sobbed, her voice lost in the frenzy. BANG! A gunshot ripped through the corner, deafening, the curtain billowing as screams erupted—Lauren’s, Priya’s, Melissa’s, blending into a piercing wail. Lauren froze, her heart stopping, her vision swimming. Who was shot? Tom, her rock? Dan, her tormentor? The girls stood rooted, their screams fading to shocked silence.

Not a single one hit the targets. “No... impossible!” Aria stood frozen, staring at the target—completely peppered, but none of her bullets had hit. Seeing how perfectly lined up the shots were, her face went pale and her mind raced. In the shooting world, there’s this legend—a marksman who can reload ten magazines in a minute, with bullet patterns so precise and impressive they look like a National Day parade. Full of style and pride. A once-in-a-lifetime shooting prodigy, known only as Moonshade—a mystery who’s talked about but never actually seen. ***

For now. Anaïs lit the small lantern she’d brought, setting it near the girl’s feet. “Are we gonna be okay?” the girl asked. Anaïs crouched beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “Yes,” she said. “Because we’re not alone. And we’re not helpless.” Outside, a bird called sharply—then stopped. The first shot came just after noon. A single crack in the silence. Then another. And another. Like a chain snapping link by link.

"I'm sorry, Caitlyn. I had misunderstood you. I couldn't marry you in this life, but if there's a next life, I'll marry you as soon as I can." She rolled up her sleeve, revealing a new tattoo. It was a photo of us from when we were together. Through her tears, she said, "It's okay. I’ll never forget you. In the next life, I'll wait for you to marry me." Now free of attachments, I felt lighter. Slowly, I began to lose control over my form, and I realized my time in this world had come to an end. For the first time, I felt true peace. It was as if I was showing the living that death was not the end of life, but rather, the beginning of a new journey.