Overwatch Widowmaker Sniper Novels & Stories

I said, pointing my gun directly at Astrid, “I’ll send you off now. Goodbye.” I pulled the trigger. There was a loud, resounding crack as the bullet tore into the wall just above Astrid’s head, shattering the TV behind him. He flinched, hands trembling as he toppled from his wheelchair, his face pressed to the floor, the pungent smell of his fear filling the air as he lay there, pants soaked. “Disgusting,” I sneered, lowering my gun as my gaze swept over them.

She quickly installed the sniping rifle, aimed the scope at the speedboats Liam was driving, and aimed her shot for his head. As she saw Liam's figure gradually get bigger in her scope, a burning passion for battle surged within her. That was the reaction a top fighter got when she met another top fighter. It was a long time since she met such a strong opponent. As Liam got closer, the desire to fight in Zana's eyes burned brighter. A crazy sneer appeared on her face as well. Zana was very confident in her ability. She accepted many missions and never failed. She was known as the Black Widow within the organization.

"Don't go alone." "Too late." She disappeared between two weathered rock formations. The sniper adjusted his scope. His orders had been simple. Delay them. Observe them. Do not kill Elara Quinn. He had already accomplished the first. Now... He needed to escape. He broke down the rifle with practiced efficiency, sliding its components into a weatherproof backpack. Before he could stand… A voice behind him. "Leaving so soon?" The sniper spun. Vivienne stood twenty feet away, pistol steady in both hands.

The massive glass skylights exploded inward, showering the dark concrete floor in a deadly rain of glittering shards. Shadow Wolves immediately formed a defensive perimeter, returning heavy suppression fire toward the rafters. Matteo screamed furiously into his tactical radio, "All units, locate the high-altitude shooter! Flank the eastern scaffolding now!" But the extraction was already cold. The sniper had evaporated back into the midnight fog. Lorenzo slid across the glass shards, grabbing Vincent’s collapsing frame before he hit the floor. Vincent coughed violently, dark blood staining his lips, his fingers locking onto the fabric of Lorenzo’s sleeve with a surprising, desperate strength

*beep*beep* The wrist screen she was wearing caused her to look at it and she noticed that the enemies had become alert and were taking weapons. "Fuck! That was unexpected" - she whispered to herself and immediately hid her sniper and put it back in the bag. She took out his mini machine gun and hse positioned himself at the end of the roof top and she shot all the glass windows which made a loud shattering sound and she could hear all the screams from the building. She carried the machine gun on his shoulder and started tying a black string to a thick object and threw it towards the other building. This black rope had a hook attached to the end and it was sure to be attached to the iron pol

"The lady is already beautiful, her skin is flawless. What else do we need to do?" Xaverio rolled his eyes hearing the half-playful response from the somewhat chubby man. "Just a little touch, so her face doesn't look too plain," he said, answered by nods from both Olivia and Xaverio. And indeed, the man did not do much to Olivia. After applying a bit of powder and some touches to her face, he added thin eyeliner and thickened Olivia's eyelashes. The most prominent feature of Olivia's makeup that night was her brightly colored red lips.

It was better to accept the charity first and think later. The blonde girl with blue eyes looked at her target. In her many years as an assassin who made herself a name in the underworld as “Two Shots”, this was the first time someone escaped her sights. Sasha Angeloff was a prodigy with guns ever since she was young. The maiden of only 16 years of age was the best in her field. Ordinary snipers had to camp in a good location and conceal themselves but not her. Sasha’s speciality was high mobility sniping. It was also why she could toy with her targets and fire a warning shot first before firing a second to kill.

Although he had no idea what Nicole was up to, he knew very well that she had cleared all threats her way. A number of people lay all over the place as blood dripped from the silver shard she held. She then casually shook it before looking coldly at the sniper she had tied up. He was already taken a walloping, but she had not yet killed him. It was for this moment. She then placed the communicator before the sniper, her silver shard pressing close against his throat. "Speak to your boss." The sniper fearfully swallowed his saliva. He shrank his neck, not wanting to speak, but that shard was just too sharp, and just pressing lightly against his skin alone was enough for him to feel that it co

I forced back the dizzying blackness and made myself roll onto my back, saving myself from the booted heel denting the spot my head had just been. I lashed out, my foot connecting with the side of a knee cap as I fumbled for my gun. The leg gave way beneath the impact and the wretch landed on top of me, its loose hair blinding me as razor sharp teeth sunk into the front of my bare shoulder. A scream exploded in my ears, burning my throat. My frantic fingers brushed leather and my gun slid free. I angled it upwards, wedging it against a scrawny rib cage as I filled it with the last of my bullets. It - she - pulled back, the oily pools of her black eyes sucking me in, paralysing me until her b

She returned her phone in the pocket after scanning the old man's background and flinching upon the stingy pain. "Ouch, can you make it simple? Come on, you're too harsh on me." She groaned in discomfort after her knees slammed the tiled floor. "Position yourself, Von. We'll be starting to snipe him over." Hugh Turner tries to scope the target using his sniper. She then started up to lower herself to the window and sight the victim. They can't waste any more time on this, their superior wants to end him already.