Sniper High Rise Invasion Novels & Stories

It came first as a delicate chime, one glass slipping from a waiter’s tray, then another, sharper and faster, only to be followed by screams. Raven’s instincts moved before she could think, “Down!” she snapped, grabbing Jaxon’s shoulder and driving him behind the marble banquet table as the first round cracked through the chandelier. Glass exploded overhead. Shards rained like light. Viktor’s voice tore through the comms: “Snipers, northwest ridge! Two confirmed!” Jaxon drew his gun in one clean motion, already angling toward the windows. “They planned this timing,” he hissed. “They waited for the toast.”

She didn’t look at him once. He stared at her reflection in the glass coffee table—her trembling hands, her pale face, her eyes that refused to meet his. It wasn’t fear of the sniper. It was fear of him—of what he represented. He’d promised safety, and she got blood. He’d promised love, and she got chaos. When the nurse left, Ari approached him quietly. “We traced the shot,” he said. “Came from a high-rise opposite this building. Rented out three days ago under an alias tied to Lennox’s shell company.”

“Wrong about what?” “You assumed I came here alone.” Dario raised his right hand and snapped his fingers once. The sound echoed off the concrete walls like a gunshot. For a heartbeat, nothing happened. Then the night erupted with the whisper of a high-velocity round cutting through cold air. The operative holding Ava jerked backward, a red mist blooming from his throat as the sniper’s bullet found its mark with surgical precision. His knife clattered to the concrete as he fell, his body hitting the bridge with a wet thud.

Her eyes pinned on the SUV surrounded by the military’s high-power vehicles. She slowly sat down and lay on her stomach. Then, she adjusted the big gun in her arms skillfully. In her arms was the FN SCAR Sniper Support Rifle, one of the most long-ranged and accurate sniper riffle in the world that had 1000m point target. Steady, calm, deadly, and determined—Ashley aimed the sniper to the SUV. Through the high-precision lens, she waited patiently like a beast. Hardly blinking, her finger hovered over the trigger, ready to shoot anytime.

Rose’s chest to the hand Elena was using to hold the pistol. "NOW!" Jennifer screamed. BANG! The first shot was not fired by Jennifer, but by the sniper outside. The bullet grazed Elena’s wrist, forcing her to drop the pistol, which discharged into the ceiling. "ARGH! You wretch... I’ll make you pay for that shot," Elena shrieked in agony. The warehouse immediately erupted into a battlefield. Jennifer’s men surged forward, the sound of gunfire filling the room. Mr. Rose swiftly pulled a lever on the wall before leaping behind a stack of wooden crates.

He had not been prepared. The rifle bit. Bullets ate through rubber. The wheel shredded, shivering into ruin. The car fishtailed, slow at first, then violent. Glass exploded in a hush of sharp noise. Mr. White tumbled from the vehicle, his body folding onto the cold asphalt. The two guards inside did not climb out. The car rolled once more and then the world ignited a bright, terrible bloom that swallowed metal and sound. The sniper rose. He dialed. Riven answered. “Job’s done,” the man said, voice distant and calm. The line cut.

One of Hayes' snipers had climbed onto a rocky hill overlooking the battle. The sniper ignored everyone else. His rifle was aimed directly at Nick. Nick was too busy fighting Hayes to notice. Ariana screamed with everything she had. "Nick!" He turned his head just as the sniper pulled the trigger. The gunshot echoed across the forest. And someone threw themselves in front of Nick. David Ashford.

In a low voice, he said, “Stay down.” The cabin door opened, and the screaming wind cut through like knives. At a moment like this, Winter didn’t struggle or try to break free. She stayed where she was, obediently lying still. Chris lifted the sniper rifle. His eyes, sharp as a hawk’s, locked onto the crosshairs in the scope. His grip on the trigger was steady and controlled as he slowly took up the pressure. Then he fired. The bullet tore through the air like lightning and struck the gun turret on the ship to the right on the far side of the island. It hit the gunner square in the forehead and killed him instantly.

He tracked the fast-moving gun-ships through his sniper scope, his breathing perfectly synced to the heavy, bouncing rhythm of the rig. CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. Three explosive rounds, laced with the residual blue Origin-Code from the Neon Rain, tore into the sky. The first two gun-ships detonated instantly, their anti-gravity repulsors failing as they plummeted into the drone tanks below. Sienna didn't have a sniper rifle. She had gravity and absolute fearlessness. As a gun-ship banked low to strafe the Code-Born's transport, Sienna hit the brakes on her bike, letting the ship pass directly overhead. She vaulted off her seat, launching herself ten feet into the air.

Everything was perfectly normal. She sighed, chalking it up to a cruel prank call from the paparazzi who were currently swarming the hospital lobby. She turned and quietly slipped out of the room. She didn't look out the window. If she had, she would have noticed a tiny, perfectly still red dot resting squarely on the center of Ethan Cole’s chest. Three miles away. A sniper lay prone on the roof of a high-rise apartment building, peering through the high-powered thermal scope of a suppressed tactical rifle.