Sniper Novels & Stories

he glances at his watch. The sniper begins to shoot.

My eyes widened as they settled upon the figure of a man perched high in the trees, his gaze fixated upon her. In his hands, he held a weapon unlike any she had seen before—a sleek and deadly sniper rifle. The cold metal gleamed ominously in the dappled light, its barrel pointed directly at her. Time seemed to slow as the gravity of the situation settled upon her, sending a shiver down her spine. “That Beta asshole was going all in” I hissed. I was sure the power of that sniper's bullet would either make me pass out of silver or slow me down. It was just between those two. The threat of danger hung heavily in the air.

“Aim….what are you doing?!” Takashi glanced at the face on his shoulder. “Aiming?” he replied unsure. “You do not close an eye when aiming”. “Why not?” “You only do that when you’re using the gun that requires you to close your eyes. For example sniper rifles”. “If you do that….” She took the gun from him and then fired a shot, and she was way off from the paper. She actually made a hole at the side. “You’ll miss and give your opponent the opening to kill you”.

Rendall took out his claymore and Quinn tightened her grip on her bow. I can sense something, someone. I cannot tell how many but the air is cramped, it feels heavy. A small growl from somewhere caught our attention and made us do our formation. Quinn as the support, Rendall as the slayer, and I, as the marksman. We formed a small circle enough to watch each other’s back. “They’re here, they knew we were coming.” I scanned the trees in front of us and my eyes fell into the grass with rash movements, just near a chir pine tree.

Inside one of the rooms, a table was toppled over against the window, covering a figure covered in a black robe. The figure lay down on the floor with its legs spread. In front of the figure was a black Barret M82 sniper, giving off a frosty luster. The sniper rifle could easily blast a person’s body into pieces. The barrel of the sniper rifle was inserted through a hole in the window, all propped on the table. Beside the rifle was a monocular scope, used for spotting the target. Usually, a sniper was paired with a spotter, yet this particular

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“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

And his purpose had crystallized. Aria Moretti had to die. Not quickly. Not mercifully. But slowly enough that she understood what she'd taken from him. Slowly enough that she could feel herself becoming irrelevant, just as he'd become irrelevant. Ghost was a sniper. That had always been his specialty. The Commission had trained him because he was the best. Could make shots from impossible distances. Could factor in wind, temperature, elevation, movement. Could calculate probabilities in his head faster than most people could input them into computers.

As he did, he listened to the shots and opened his eyes immediately when he realised something. There are about three reasons why the shooter missed. It's either that he wasn't so good, he was distracted or the sniper wasn't the best. Aiden was sticking with the last reason and he wanted to be sure. “One, two, three.” he counted and waited for the next shot. He did this three times just to be sure and just like he had predicted, the next shot came in after three seconds. It was a bolt-action rifle as a sniper. The shooter needs to rotate the bolt manually after each shot and it takes three seconds. It's also harder to aim while

It excelled at ambushing prey—but this time, it had encountered a more adept hunter. Drawing a slender firearm from his back,Logo aimed at the fox. The Warhawk series sniper rifle, of whichLogo had crafted several, was the one he held now—the least powerful of them, but still within the limits allowed by the Hunting Tournament. With the Eye of Insight,Logo didn’t need a scope. Wind speed, humidity, ballistic corrections, environmental analysis and modeling... The Eye of Insight handled everything. Raising the rifle,Logo pulled the trigger. With a suppressed muzzle, the shot was barely audible, a soft "puff" as the specially designed sn