Sniper Novels & Stories

When he saw that Ling Yingxuan was holding the Barrett with one hand, his heart suddenly sank! Barrett, heavy CPUR, a main sniper rifle, 12.7 mm in caliber, with a range of 7.6 meters. The overlord of sniper rifles! Very few people held a Barrett with one hand! Especially a woman! "Sorry, I let you down, I am not dead!”

The minute the thought crossed my mind I felt the invisible hands pinch my nipples it both shocked and stimulated me making me instantly wet and all too aware of what was apparently my reality. I looked at him and he smirked seductively. “Now get in the car, I’ll follow you back to your place.” He said grabbing my bags and walking over toward my rear door and setting my bags neatly on my back seat. I did as he commands and climbed into the driver seat, he walked back over to the driver side watching me very carefully as I buckled my seat and then closed the car door beside me. Maybe I was losing it or maybe for some reason an intergalactic god was somehow really my mate as he said before. He

Screaming at the hunters coming toward him with bows and swords. To only hear a voice that made everyone go still. "Stop" Just one command and all the hunters bow down. And that's when Volkan's grey eyes met the dark black ones of the man behind everything. Daniel Black The leader of Hunters stood in front of him. His face emotionless, not caring of the bloodshed of the innocents he just committed in name of ending the werewolf specie, which according to the humans were heartless beasts that are to be eliminated at all cost.

The engine beneath us growled, a mechanical beast ready to sprint across the jagged ice. The helicopter roared above us, its blades cutting through the thin air with a rhythmic, bone-deep thrum. The sniper in the doorway was a silhouette of death against the pale morning sky. He didn't care about the ship or the survivors; his only mission was to ensure the Silver-Bane bloodline ended on this ice. "Get down!" Lucian barked. A second shot cracked. The bullet hissed past my ear, striking a frozen snowmobile behind us and sending a spray of ice shards into the air.

I said to Damien. “What was what?” He replied. I recognized that sound, it was a compound silencer. A tool The Academy gave us. It was specifically ingrained not to be able to be picked up by a Vampires super sensitive hearing. A lot of Hunters used them, I even had before.

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.

“We use 4D projections, moving targets.” Valeria presses a button, a projection flees in front of us, a faceless figure running around until she shoots the target, and it disintegrates into cubes. “Think you can handle that? It requires fast reflexes that humans don’t have.” She continuously berated. My heart pounded with excitement, electricity sparking in my veins as I curled my fingers around the rifle. Delicately tracing the cartridge, lifting it in my arms and indulging in its lightweight and efficiency. A Scorpion, semi rifle and those were of the top range. Only the elite were granted access, and I knew that from working for Nathan. She slid the magazine over and I took out the bullet

Amy didn’t shout, didn’t give warning, her fingers were already pressing into the trigger before their eyes adjusted BANG. One down neck shot, blood splattering the metal wall like a sick painting. BANG. BANG. Two more — down before they realized the angel of death wore heels. The youngest girl screamed as bullets shredded through the air. Amy ducked low, her body shielding her like instinct. Another man lunged — too slow. She turned, fired, his brains hit the floor first. The last shot rang out as one of the men lifted his hand not in surrender, but hesitation. Amy didn’t gamble with hesitation, the velvet fell from the gun like a promise broken. She stood straight, gun smoking. Her face un

Death was close, and he’d dance with it if it came. Jeremiah breached late, trailing Jeremy’s squad—too slow, too loud. He rocked a plate carrier, SCAR-H with a suppressor, 7.62 rounds ready to punch holes. The docks were slick, air cold, his breath fogging faint. Then—a crack. Sniper round, .338 Lapua, high vantage—Hammer's man's work. It tore through Jeremiah’s hip, bone shattering, flesh splitting wide. He dropped hard, concrete biting his knees, a scream choking in his throat as blood gushed hot.

His breathing slow and steady. His finger rested lightly on the trigger. For ten minutes he had waited. Watching. Calculating. Trisha. Target confirmed. Distance: seventy meters. Wind: minimal. One shot. Clean and silent. His finger slowly tightened. The crosshair centered perfectly on the red spot over her heart. Then— Movement. A small figure entered the scope. The sniper frowned. “A child?” The boy stepped closer to Trisha. Blocking the shot. The sniper’s finger paused. He adjusted the scope slightly.