Sniper Elite 7 Novels & Stories

Claire raised an eye towards the door and saw the delivery guy enter the apartment after which the door was immediately shut. "You know what, never mind. Have a great day," she said to the woman who simply nodded her before descending the stairs. "He's in," she spoke down to her mic, signalling her backup waiting outside in the cab. She then switched to the delivery guy. "How many people?" 'Four,' came the reply. "Any weapons?" 'Can't tell.' "What else do you she?" 'Bags. Stashes, just like...' "Felton. Felton!" The communication was broken off and the captain switched back to her backup.

The tablet clattered to the floor, its screen cracking but still displaying the facility schematic with its countdown timer that now showed seven minutes and forty-three seconds until sterilization. Eli snarled, a sound that belonged in no human throat, and moved with inhuman speed toward the concealed shooter. The mercenary had time for one startled exclamation before Eli reached him, disarming the man with a vicious twist that shattered bones in multiple places before snapping his neck with casual efficiency. The body hit the floor with finality that echoed through the corridor. "No one touches him," Eli hissed, his mismatched eyes blazing with protective fury that transcended his conditio

Making them merge with the other groups. We train daily. We are responsible for learning as many tactics as possible. I as well as both betas and James are the main snipers. We usually are the first to arrive at the scene and the last to leave the scene. We gotta specialize in everything. From artillery to, combat, human and wolf form. Our specialty consists of different martial arts, combat, being the best with weapons, and my favorite.... being swift with the sword. There's just something about ripping a vamps head off with one single swift from my blade. Almost like a knife going through butter.

“Never,’ I spat with disdain, filled with outrage. My wolf just ignored me and was just excited and singing happily, not caring if I was cheerful about it or not. She knows how I hate fated mates. “Thinking of refusing about the seven of us, shit, you can’t and it will take me nothing to suck the life out of you and leave you for dead.’ The seven of them? How ridiculous! What? “Oh, you haven’t perceived the other’s scent here,’ I looked around. There were only six. Well, their pheromones say there are seven of them. Where is the remaining one? I don’t give a damn. Seven mates. This was too much, not one mate, but seven. What am I, a robot or some sort of sex machine to them?

Seven renewal certificates. Every single one had my signature and Corbin's. A note from Maya was clipped to the top: "He thought collecting all seven would summon you back like some kind of twisted fairy tale." I stared at the documents, and a slow smile spread across my face. Fated mates? If seven rejections could still be called fate, then nothing in this world was an accident. I gently pressed the call button on the phone. "How may I help you?" the bellhop asked, returning quickly.

Coming to a stop right beneath his guard, I fired twice into his chest armor, followed by a third precise shot to his exposed visor. CRACK! Above us, Uncle Elias provided lethal cover, picking off the rear guards with perfect precision before they could deploy heavy grenades. BANG! BANG! BANG! In less than forty-five seconds, the heavy gunfire ceased. Absolute silence enveloped the vast corridor, save for the wail of emergency sirens and the faint scent of gunpowder lingering in the air. Twelve elite mercenaries lay lifeless on the blood-stained floor. Drake stepped up beside me, ejecting his spent magazine and swiftly slotting in a fresh one with a crisp, clear clack. He surveyed my suit, w