Sniper Novels & Stories

As for Sean, he finally saw the sniper's face clearly. The sniper looked like an Orwallian; he was clearly a mercenary from abroad. "Who sent you here?" Sean asked coldly. The sniper didn't answer. He rubbed his eyes vigorously, but Sean didn't disappear. Instead, he saw Sean clearer! The sniper finally understood that everything in front of his eyes was really happening. Sean was a top expert! The sniper took a deep breath, and there was an unprecedentedly serious look in his eyes. He quickly pulled out a dagger from his waist. It ha

The stories these trees could tell, he thought as he glanced around quickly, the tales of wanderers going hiking, never to be found again. James Schwartz had positioned himself in such a way that he could see the slope from where the car would emerge. Having donned his camouflage jacket, he blended well with the dull brown of the world around him. Having been a sure shot snipe in the US Army for many years, he was already calm and watchful, alert as ever, his mind clear as he focused on sounds and movement. He shut an eye and peered through the scope. He had had the foresight to dismantle the sniper rifle and bring it along, apart from the small revolver he al

vulnerable, who have agreed to assist the Nephilim (Anunnaki-human hybrids) in rehabilitating their DNA (by sharing it) - to create the 'Magenta' Anunnaki race. ; recognizable by a red streak in the aura. The Montauk-Phoenix wormhole grid spike network was timed to activate in 2001. This is normally accomplished by means of scalar sonic pulses. These subsonic pulses are known to have dangerous expansion. Consequently, prominent buildings, such as towers and the Pentagon which had major spike sites below them were expected to collapse. However, destroying the buildings was part of the grand plan and the terrorist cover was created to serve the purpose of further fomenting conflict, the psych

Ten miles away, on a rooftop across from Blackpine’s estate, a sniper adjusted the lens on a modified thermal scope. “Confirming target,” he whispered. Inside the scope: a faint heat signature, child-sized, walking toward a balcony window. “Target moving. No security detail.” The woman on the comms replied coldly, “Execute. On my mark.” But as the sniper adjusted, the scope glitched. Then went black. Then overheated—the screen flaring red before the device sparked and burned in his hands. He swore, dropping it, fingers blistering. And in the moment between pain and confusion, the wind rose—sharp and wrong.

Mauler left, and Sniper's eyes turned sour as she watched her sister go. "You just have to wait and watch then," Sniper said, her voice dripping with malice. She fell onto her bed, and brought out her phone, which was full of photos of Venom. She smiled, her eyes gleaming with obsession, as she stared at the pictures. "I won't let anyone take you away from me, I won't," she whispered, her voice trembling with intensity. She stripped herself naked and stood in front of the photos, touching herself while moaning Venom's name.

I said as I clicked the gun ready to unload every bullet in his hardened heart. Someone used something to hit my hand and when I fired, it did not get Rarf in the head but in his stomach. This will not be able to take him out but I have to solve the situation behind me first. It was Inizio it has to be. I connected my elbow with his face making me hold his face, yelling out in pain. I will make him suffer, he has no right to die.

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

Push him far enough, and he wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet in her. When life and death were on the line, who had the luxury of worrying about whether the sword should stay sheathed? People like that—give them even the greatest powers, and they'd still die horribly. Ray kept searching, and soon, a smile appeared on his face. He'd found a sniper rifle. Sniper rounds were different from standard rifle ammunition—faster, with far greater penetration. To be honest, what Ray really wanted was an RPG or a heavy machine gun. Even a regular machine gun would do in a pinch.

She smiled uncertainly at him and said: “I learned a few things in my travels. Will you let me show you? You just lay back." He nodded, a little suspicious, and put his head back on the pillow. She removed the blanket and touched his penis with her mouth. The morning came and all the units took up their positions. The war chiefs left with their men. Shieena went to join the slingshot squad located on one of the flanks. Jon, who was much better with the sword, joined the close battle group in front. Lara was with the projectile shooters. Everyone had a task and a place. Everyone but Nio. He stayed in a quiet desolate

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.