Sniper Novels & Stories

“Three shots. All to the heart. Clean, precise hits.” Alejandro stared at the photos, his hands slowly tightening. “The killer was positioned in a nearby building overlooking the church,” Silva said. “Professional work. Military-level accuracy.” Alejandro’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Who did it?” “That’s the hard part,” Silva replied. He pulled out more documents and spread them across the desk. “It took months, but I tracked down the sniper. Former special forces. Now he works for a private assassination network in Eastern Europe.”

2 minutes later: "Unit three report! Targets on sight, but vision is kind of blurry. I don't know what is happening, but we can't get a better view of them. Copy." Janet. "Shit shit shit! How is that possible? Unit three, Shine what is your report? Copy." Gal asked. "Same issue here, copy." Anthony. "Fuck! What type of sniper is Sharpe with again?" Mercury asked. "A1 AS50. That's the best sniper, with a good compass range. What could possibly go wrong?" I asked looking around, all my senses at alert. Then it was time for the speech, the President with the Six Brigades and Mercury and I, made for the podium.

She couldn't be in any danger. In fact he had not expected Samantha to react so quickly in such a chaotic situation that she would block in front of him and take bullets for him in such a short period of time. If he was not wrong, the assassin used a barret m82 snipper riffler. It was a long range sniffing weapon that was widely used in many countries. It could be used to attack those rny soldiers who were hiding behind the wall. It's powerful ammunition could even penetrate bricks and concrete, it could easily penetrate human bodies.

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

The nozzle pointed ahead as I took aim. Once my eyes were set on the target, I pressed down on the trigger. To my joy, the bottle to the right exploded and I turned to Julian with a huge grin."Where did you learn that position, love?" he asked.I stared down at my feet and frowned."From my father. why?" I said.I tilted my head curiously as he nodded to himself before replying."The position you just took is called the 'sniper position' used mainly for long distance shots but it can work for short distances as well, only if your enemy hasn't spotted you. " he said.I quickly nodded my head, intrigued. After that, I got the chance to shoot all the bottles missing o

Each one stacked neatly atop the other, marked only by numbers and cryptic symbols. "What the hell is this place?" Vargo muttered, almost reverently. I moved to the nearest crate, my curiosity overriding my hesitation. The old wood creaked as I pried the lid open. Nestled within, surrounded by foam and cloth, was a sniper rifle unlike anything I'd ever seen. Sleek. Matte black. Modified beyond standard military specs. I reached in and lifted it carefully. Its weight was solid. Cold. Deadly. "The Viper-X," I read the label etched along the barrel.

Also, you're a Grandmaster yourself, so I'm sure you know how far a silver needle can fly, right? What? The gunman turned around immediately upon hearing Sebastian's words. The second story of the building was dark, and it was strangely quiet. There was also a sniper rifle by the left side of the window. However, nobody was behind it. "Y-You killed him? How… How is this possible? When did you notice him?" The gunman couldn't remain calm anymore. The sniper was the most important part of their trap because the bullet they were going to use was a Silver Rush bullet.

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

Alexis with his close-range fighting skills, while Reinhard with his sharpshooting skills. Yep, Reinhard is the person Damien trusts the most to be in a support role. His long-range shooting ability couldn't be doubted. Even so, of course, that handsome twenty-year-old man possessed the close combat skills he had trained with Damien in recent years. Although Alexis still excelled in close combat compared to him. Reinhard's weapon was unique. A type of sniper rifle model used in World War II by the Japanese army. A rifle with a knife at the end. It is classified as a mystical weapon, and the bullets used are not ordinary silver bullets.

Snipers require three things: elevation, line of sight, and cover. The shot had come from the east-facing window. That limited the angle. The sound had bounced oddly—muted and not as sharp as it should’ve been. Suppressed, yes, but something else— Muffled by glass. A reflection. A second-story perch, not too far. Maybe in the treeline. She rose, brushing dust from her legs, and took the scope off the rifle. Using it like a handheld monocular, she moved to the small window slit near the cellar ceiling and peered outside.