Sniper Synonym Novels & Stories

A sniper's life is filled with endless patience and precision. Herne has animal patience, he can stay still for hours in perfect silence until that perfect moment to fire arrives. Warren has yet to develop the patience to follow suit. Herne chuckled to himself and lowered the rifle and hung it from a gnarled branch above them. He peered through his range finder, "Why would the spade hood leave it behind?" Warren shrugged, "I have no idea, maybe it decided to pursue another way to achieve its goals whatever they are." He took a moment and chewed on some beef jerky, "I never expected the Seelie to believe in Aliens."

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.

They were taking their sweet time in picking their own target in their vision. The sniper leader's voice was calm and authoritative as he issued the command, "We've received the signal; the inside is clear. Target the enemies from the back, systematically. Ensure front troops remain unaware of our actions. Select individual targets, no overlaps. We'll execute as briefed." With that, the snipers began their calculated assault.

Javier's men answered resolutely. When Javier gave the signal, all snipers watched their enemies intently from their scopes and were ready to fire. The other men stepped out of the trees and began shooting at the area where they could take down more men from the opposing group. None of these men overlapped with each other's position. They all choose different areas and targeted as many people as possible.

I tell him. It's hard to explain to people who aren't familiar with the military way of life that – at least for me – kill or be killed was different than being a contract killer. To me being a sniper was no more than someone putting a bounty on someone else's head, and my conscience couldn't take it.

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.

Carson removed the safety of the sniper rifle. In the whole squad, Carson had the highest grade when it came to using long-ranged weaponry so he was equipped with a powerful sniper rifle. While it couldn’t kill a hunter or conduit in one shot, it could deliver a hefty amount of damage. Carson thought of the hibernating hunter. Could concentrated sniper rifle shots make it take enough damage to force it to hibernate? Carson looked at the gun in his hands. As long as he was focused, he could accurately hit a target that was around 600 meters away from him.

The gun was again aimed at the sniper's head. "QUICK, TELL ME! OR WOULD YOU RATHER THE BULLETS DO THE TALKING!" "Ok- ok... I'll tell you. I- I am the sniper of the Hong Kong-based assassin guild. I completely don't know who commands me. Ha- it's just that that person is often called Mr. Zeus. Ugh..." said the sniper stammeringly. His lips occasionally winced at the tormenting pain in his leg. "I'll keep that in mind. Thank you for the answer!"

Each one of his shots hit their intended targets but it was quite the opposite for the ones shooting at him. "Special forces bastards" he said as he hid and reloaded his revolver. "It's like the only thing they're good at is sneaking into places" "Your sniper can't even get it right" he said as he came out and shot far into the distance. At first, the soldiers thought it was just an unlucky shot that missed but it wasn't long before someone on their comms yelled out "THE SNIPER IS DOWN!!, I REPEAT THE SNIPER IS DOWN!!"

With a mutual understanding, Lilian advanced toward the twelve o'clock position while Kiran moved from the six o'clock direction, aiming for three and one o'clock. Once they synchronized, they sped up. The sniper at six o'clock, fixated on Lilian’s back, felt a sudden sting on his neck as if bitten by a mosquito. He struggled to breathe and tried to speak but only exhaled before closing his eyes. A silver needle glinted in the sunlight on the back of his neck. Kiran reached the three o'clock position. The sniper there was still mesmerized by Lilian's beauty, his heart racing. Crack! The sniper’s neck broke with a clear, crisp sound, unable to scream. Kiran leaped, throwing a silver needle at