Scout X Sniper Novels & Stories

* Scar exclaims in my head, purring in satisfaction. *What is wrong with you, Scarlett, our mate is about to die and you're being horny?* *He's gonna handle it just fine!* Was her only reply before I shut her out. Xander is holding two guys by their necks and is using them as shield... Using them to block any bullet or arrow that is coming his way. My heart is beating fast, I'm scared that a bullet or arrow will actually hit him. The hunters aren't slowing down in their attacks, they keep firing their guns and bows in a rapid speed.

Each one stacked neatly atop the other, marked only by numbers and cryptic symbols. "What the hell is this place?" Vargo muttered, almost reverently. I moved to the nearest crate, my curiosity overriding my hesitation. The old wood creaked as I pried the lid open. Nestled within, surrounded by foam and cloth, was a sniper rifle unlike anything I'd ever seen. Sleek. Matte black. Modified beyond standard military specs. I reached in and lifted it carefully. Its weight was solid. Cold. Deadly. "The Viper-X," I read the label etched along the barrel.

And I did. A shiver shot down my spine. My blood ignited. My fangs grew sharper. Mason was no longer just a looming threat. He was making his claim. I sensed Sienna’s footsteps approach, silent but urgent. “Do you recognize the scout?” she asked, her voice low and tense. “Riker. Trained alongside me as a kid.” I kept my gaze fixed ahead. “He had a mate and two pups.” “Gods.” Her voice trembled before hardening with determination. “How close to the territory line?”

All members of The Seven Wolves have changed clothes and put on all their equipment. They will be disguised in all-black SWAT police attire with helmets. Of the 16 people, the Seven Wolves have four main snipers: Aidan, Shawn, Blake, and Erikkson. The three reserve shooters are Mars, Grey, and Bryan. The five sharp weapons and martial arts specialists are Jayden, Han, Glenn, Blue, and Juan. The strategy and tactics specialists are Arya, Caleb, and James, while Arjoona will lead and guide the entire team.

Strider then asked, "Are you all ready?" "Yes, sir!" "All right! Move out!" he shouted. The nineteen-year-old had shown a unique side of himself ever joining Wyvern Peak. Everyone ran and swiftly headed toward the base upon Strider giving the signal. Scouts and snipers went their separate ways in groups of two. One sniper and one scout traveled together, forming a buddy system. From their advantageous location, they secured a path for their comrades to pass through. *** Strider's team sprang into action. Regardless of what position they were in, they only had one objective—to take back the base and secure their supplies.

Scouts froze mid-step, waiting for orders, knowing instinctively that Zade and Xander’s presence meant no hasty action—only calculated response. The first figure emerged fully from the tree line—a scout from Ironclad, masked and armored, weapon drawn, testing distance. Zade’s muscles coiled, not to strike, but to observe, to measure. Xander’s eyes met his, and the tension between them wasn’t just professional anymore. It was primal, raw. Both understood the danger of misstep—not only from Ironclad, but from the magnetism that had been growing stronger since that night in the archives when lines blurred between fear and desire.

"Of course Mr. Nicklaus, this are new brands of rifles... You could check out the SCAR rifle too. Nicklaus closed the crate and opened the next one. He took the SPAS68 shotgun and examined it. "Increased range and Damage". Hayato said. "I see". Klaus said and closed it. He moved to the next and opened it. It's was filled pistol with pistols of different brands and colors. "Thought you would need something light too". Hayato said and Nicklaus smiled softly as he approached the last crates. With the size of the crate he knew Hayato now has what he needed the entire time. Nicklaus opened the crate and there was a red Awn sniper.

[A soldier went to Captain Rian informing them] “Captain Rian, I am Scott, a Cannon Operator, the Psychopaths seemed to be dispersing and starting to retreat.” Scott informed her. [Scott is a Cannon Operator from the Defence Division. He is a tall, white-skinned, white haired teenager, he has tattoos around his neck and big earspools that made large holes on his ears.] “Good work on observing the situation Scott.” Praised by Captain Rian. [Scott smiled, bowed towards them and start walking away]

A seasoned scout standing to Jax's left slowly lowered his tactical rifle, his chest heaving as his hands physically shook against the metal stock. "But sir... I don't know if I can," the scout stammered, his voice tight with a deep, instinctual panic that overrode his training. He was asking a wolf to fire on the face of his own Alpha. "I mean... they look just like you and Jax. And..." The scout swallowed hard, looking physically ill as his trembling finger pointed deeper into the shadowed cavern.

His hands, gripping the haptic rifle in the real world, were sweating. He didn't aim for the head. Ren adjusted his crosshairs, aiming precisely at the tiny gap between the VIP's torso and the Scourge Elite's primary weapon arm. I'm sorry, Ren thought to the desperate man behind the alien mask. Crack. The sniper round tore through the air. It completely severed the Scourge Elite's arm at the digital shoulder joint. The alien roared in agony, its weapon dropping to the floor. The VIP hostage scrambled away, instantly running toward Leo's massive Juggernaut armor for scripted protection.