One Shot Novels & Stories

I only had one shot. One. Any slower, and Lucia’s throat would be carved open. Any faster, and I’d miss. “Okay,” I said, letting my voice crack, just a little. “Okay.” I slowly began to lower the gun, tilting it down just enough to make him believe I was giving up. I watched his eyes flick to the weapon, watched his stance shift in anticipation. Right there. That’s where he fucked up. I raised the barrel in one fluid motion and fired.

she grins, holding his hand like she's in one of those fashion magazines. Enzo's eyes widen, shes got her finger under the trigger and with the stances she's pulling, it could easily go off. “Careful.” “You can fire one shot, one,” Enzo warns. “Best one out of three,” I tell her, contradicting him.

So much for choosing when to move. They’ve already chosen for us. And this time, Nina is standing exactly where she said she would be. At my side. The first shot tears through the night like something alive. It isn’t just sound—it’s pressure. A sharp crack that punches into the walls, into my chest, into instinct. For half a second, the world narrows to that single noise. Then another. Then a burst—too fast, too uneven to count. I don’t know if it’s ours or theirs.

Zeroing in on Vera's forehead, who was still unaware of everything, he put his hands on the trigger. " Bye, little lady...." He muttered to himself, smirking. " Three... Two... One... Fire!" The sniper's bullet sliced through the air, making its way to the victim...

All of their attention was on the weapon, staring intently as Six picked it up and shouldered it. Nine shook his head. “I can’t believe you still have that.” Six set it back in the case. “You’re still mad I outshot you.” Nine quirked a brow. “Only by fifty meters.” Five let out a chuckle. “Yeah, he’s still mad about it.” “You snipers and your rifles,” One said with a shake of her head. “Sniper? That’s new.” The moment the words were out of my mouth, One and Nine looked my way, while Six buttoned the case back up.

If he didn’t act now, Schading might lose his shit, decide to take his wife hostage after all, and blow the head off his expendable tagalong, Cutter. With a rapid mental ticktock in his head counting down the seconds, One-Mile realigned his shot, curled his finger a little tighter around the trigger…and squeezed. The crack of his shot resounded in his ears as the rifle kicked back, but he stayed with the scope and watched the bullet plant itself dead center in the middle of Schading’s forehead. The would-be gunman crumpled to the concrete. Blood splattered onto the screaming woman behind him and pooled around his body.

As long as he was focused, he could accurately hit a target that was around 600 meters away from him. Looking at the hibernating hunter, Carson sets up the sniper rifle. One-shot. Would it wake up if I shot it? Carson aimed down the sights. He gently puts his finger on the trigger. One. “HELP!” Carson startles and he almost pushes the trigger. He quickly opens the radio. “Roofrat here, what’s happening out there??!” There wasn’t any response but then another shout comes in a bit more calm. “Roofrat! Senior, over!”

Altair drew the only arrow, so Altair had only one chance, if he failed to target his prey, Altair had to find another target. Altair fired an arrow with a single shot.

Aaron shot the first male Vampire in the head at close range through a pillow in an attempt to muffle the sound. It was a bit successful but the woman next to him began to rouse, and he knew he’d need to work more quickly now. Three shots later, and all of them were dispatched.

"Sweety, do you think you can handle us both? How about a little game?" "If you want to make it fair,” Sammy adds. “Your handsome friend there can join us." "You win,” I continue. “Then you can slap this tight ass.” "You lose…" Sammy starts. "Don’t worry, honey,” the guy interrupts her. “We are not about to lose." Bruno helps with pouring the shots…three shots each. "What is this?" The guy asks. "Our shooter rule." Sammy says. "Three at a time," I add.