Scout X Sniper Novels & Stories

Carson removed the safety of the sniper rifle. In the whole squad, Carson had the highest grade when it came to using long-ranged weaponry so he was equipped with a powerful sniper rifle. While it couldn’t kill a hunter or conduit in one shot, it could deliver a hefty amount of damage. Carson thought of the hibernating hunter. Could concentrated sniper rifle shots make it take enough damage to force it to hibernate? Carson looked at the gun in his hands. As long as he was focused, he could accurately hit a target that was around 600 meters away from him.

"Try to keep up." They fell on the scouts like wolves breaking from the brush. Kieran's blade took the first man clean across the throat before he could stand. Selena ducked under a wild swing, her dagger punching up into the soft flesh beneath a man's chin. Blood spattered her cheek, warm against the cold. She pivoted, caught the wrist of another, twisted until the bones popped and the sword dropped to the snow. A shout cracked through the clearing , the wounded scout lunging for a fallen bow. Elric's arrow found him first, pinning him to the frost-hard ground.

She stood tall and imposing, like an ancient Greek goddess. Beside her was an M200 sniper rifle, and Mr. Marcus immediately recognized it as the most powerful rifle in Australia. It had been modified and reintroduced by Truman's Company, with a larger-caliber barrel and a multi-functional gun slot. This rifle could shoot nineteen different types of bullets and was equipped with various scopes and scanning mirrors, making it suitable for targeting moving targets. Although Mr. Marcus wasn't as knowledgeable about firearms as experts in the field, he still had some understanding of well-known armaments. Did Camellia want to blast him to bits with this M200 sniper rifle?

The intense urge to catch her was strong but he couldn't do that at the sacrifice of his men. "YOU MOTHERF*CKERS! GREET YOUR FATHER," Hunter snarled, charging at them. Both of his claws extended out as he slashed one of the men. Instead of tossing his body away, he ripped his insides out as blood spurts on his face but he was smiling. The looks on the faces of his enemies were magnificent. They looked terrified. Hunter's men shifted into their wolf form as they lunged at the enemies. Including Hunter, there were only four of them while the enemies were nine in number.

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.

"We can’t shift! They’re picking us off the second we break cover!" "Then stop running like dogs and start moving like soldiers!" Sebastian’s silhouette appeared through the smoke on the east ridge. He wasn't in wolf form. He held a high-caliber sniper rifle, his shoulder absorbing the brutal recoil as he systematically popped the sensors on the Aegis drones. "Target the optics! They can't hit what they can't see! Move, you bastards!" A Blackwood warrior, blood streaming from a shrapnel wound in his shoulder, spat on the dirt. "The Cole Alpha... he’s actually got balls."

The first scout fell for the lie without fault, already turning to head in the direction shown, but his teammate halted him with a firm hand to the shoulder. "I already went East. If the girl's sent was there, I'd kn-" a loud gurgle cut into his phrase, followed by the shock howl of his packmate as the scout fell to the ground, blood oozing from a fresh wound in his neck. "TRAITOR!" Realizing what was happening, the second scout barreled into Zak, sending them both tumbling to the ground. I quickly launched out of my hideout, but Zak was quick to kill his opponent, rising from the short fight with a mere cut beneath this eye.

Close enough that we could see their equipment, their dark uniforms, the way they moved with practiced, dangerous skill. They stopped. One of them turned, looking directly down toward the slope where we lay hidden. My heart hammered in my chest. I felt the cold rock against my cheek. I felt Theron’s hand resting gently but firmly on my back, reassuring me, telling me to stay still. The scout stood there for a long moment, sweeping the ground below with his gaze. He was looking for movement. For color. For anything that did not belong. He was looking for us. But he was looking for something that did not know the mountain. He was looking for something that looked out of place.

I said as I looked the man over once before turning to Kane, he opened his mouth but Aramis spoke first, my attention going back to him. “Hunters are an elite squad within wolf packs. Similar to Scouts in their skill set but more prone to apprehension and elimination. Think of us like Bounty Hunters while Scouts are trackers and protectors. Hunters are the elite of the elite and we are the only pack that has them.” He explained, his confidence and hubris apparent when he spoke of them. I raised an eyebrow and nodded slowly, impressed but still suspicious of the wolf in question. There was just something about him that didn’t sit right with me.