Sniper High Rise Invasion Novels & Stories

Tere asked. I reached for the message on the table and smirked. “Yes, the sniper pointed the laser at his eyes as a warning. He shot me as a warning. Need not to know. That’s what it means.” “They were getting too close. WE were getting too close,” Zia seconded. Tere stood up and declared, “The sniper is Dandelion. He wouldn’t stop us from getting too close if he isn’t the highest-ranking person in the organization.” Same thoughts, VP, same thoughts.

But that does not deter the hired snipers from around the world who are currently assigned to Iran's borders, to help the allies eradicate their enemies. “You. Get your ass away! I will finish off our target, you are as slow as a damn snail.” Aiden threw away his cigarette butt roughly, and immediately kicked away his men who couldn't work properly. He had been waiting for Ryuki to finish off their enemies since an hour ago while finishing three cigarettes that he got from his tent on the east side where he was spying. "But captain, I—" Bang Before Ryuki could shout his voice at Aiden, the man had pulled the trigger of his M38 DMR, followed by a loud thump and loud screams from people who ha

She muttered as she aligned the criss cross mark of her sniper scope to the head of the terrorist with the gun. She held her breadth and pulled the trigger at the same time when he raised his rifle to shoot the third captive. The gun fell from his hand first before the man followed. There was panic amongst the other two who looked around in confusion. One of the men made a dash to the fallen weapon of his comrade but she followed him swiftly, the criss cross mark of her sniper moving behind her new target till her focus point was centered on his chest, then she pulled the trigger. A second later, the man was flying backwards in the air before landing on the floor motionless.

"Time to show me what my perfect little assassin can do when she's properly motivated." Raven took the rifle, feeling its familiar weight, the way it fit in her hands like it belonged there. For the first time since being captured, she felt completely herself again. Dangerous, deadly and ready to kill for someone who mattered. "What's the target?" "Everyone who threatened what's mine." Vincent's smile was sharp as a blade. "Starting with the sniper who tried to put a bullet in my head." Through the building's security monitors, they could see Vincent's people moving into position. Professional, efficient and completely ruthless. The sniper across the street was already trapped, surrounded by

"They'll have a sniper on the roof. Overwatch while the others breach." "How do you know?" "Because that's what I'd do." She moved. Up the stairs. To the access panel leading to the roof. Opened it slowly. Weapon up. Sure enough. A figure in tactical gear. Prone. Sniper rifle aimed at the clearing below. Preparing to drop anyone who ran. Anya didn't hesitate. Knife, quieter than gun. Faster than thought. She crossed the roof in four steps. Grabbed the sniper from behind. Blade across throat. Clean. Professional. Fatal.

To the sniper watching through the scope, the target carried another person, flickering across the lens like a phantom before vanishing. That speed was simply inhuman. On a nearby high-rise, the assassin muttered coldly, "As expected… You slippery bastard! But if long-range didn't work, close-range will. I'll still take your head, Mr. Lloyd. Mr. Burke will get his answer." He descended from the 30-something floor to the street level in just a few seconds. Like a shadow slipping through the cracks of reality, he dashed across the street and entered the same building Andrew and Freya had escaped into.

Ayra lunged at the window and froze, her breath fogging the cold pane. Below, the driveway bloomed with black SUVs, tires screaming as they skidded to a stop. Doors flung open. Men spilled out like ants from a split nest—dark coats, ballistic masks, rifles already raised. Two helicopters thundered above, the downdraft rattling the windowpanes. Their rotors slashed the air like blades. And then she saw the glint. Not one—three. Snipers, positioned on rooftops across the street, their long barrels catching the afternoon light.

End of flashback. He smirk grabbed his sniper and positioned it properly seemingly the battle was over because he didn't hear anything. Only they are looking for him. he smirk sighting the sniper into the 5 people on the rooftop. he adjusts the vision distance and then shot the 5 men in their heads. His long fingers quickly pulled the ripple of the sniper and he almost finished them all. His backup arrive and he rapidly get up from his position and went into the rooftop. Seemingly monster was running and climbing the opposite building to find his woman.

"I'd prefer if you called me that." Harper nodded. "I'm here to speak to you about the gunshot incident. There have been some interesting developments," he informed her, and surprise crossed her features. A little while later, they were on the ground floor, sitting on a bench along the hallway leading to the ICU. Reyes leaned forward slightly, his elbows resting on his knees, his voice low enough that only she could hear him. "The shots weren’t random," he began. "We're talking sniper. Professional-grade equipment, a suppressed barrel, positioned at least two hundred yards out, probably on one of the rooftops across from the parking structure."

His nostrils flared. “Go,” he murmured, voice ragged. They reached the top. At the top, four snipers were positioned along the edge. Jax fired first. Ashley followed. Two snipers dropped instantly. The other two ducked, returning fire. Jax shoved her behind a vent. “Stay low!” “No chance!” she shouted back. She popped out and fired again, her shot grazing one sniper’s shoulder. Jax took the other with a clean shot to the chest. The last one scrambled back, retreating toward the tower.