Sniper Transformers Novels & Stories

A sniper rifle, almost one and a half his height, appeared in his hands as he ran and his hunting partners ran to catch up, weapons also in hand. "Seems like we still have a chance, after all." Slim said with a chuckle as he summoned tranquilizer darts from his storage ring and stored them in a small pouch that was specially modifed into his rifle. This small pouch was not the only thing modifed in the slim hunter's rifle. There was also a blade laced with highly effective poison, attached below the mouth of the gun. It made the rifle look more like a gun of ancient times. **********

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.

Since he was a sharp shooter he already have an idea where he gonna position to easily killed their enemies from the distance and also his friend, They already talk about this and they have a perfect planned how to killed them one by one without making a noise if it's necessary. "Guys,! be careful, and you know what to do, good luck," he said and they just nodded their head. He blink his eyes while looking at them before climb into the rooftop of the building which is 10 kilometers distance from the organization. He immediately landed his SAKO TRG 42 long-range sniper rifle. It is one of the best sniper rifles in the world. It is an improved production. When he finished symbolized the ripple

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.

Now there was nothing in her eyes. “We need to get inside,” he said quietly. “More attacks could come.” “No.” Desmond frowned. “No?” “They want us inside.” Alexander crossed his arms. “I agree.” Desmond looked between them. “What?” Luna crouched beside the sniper rifle. Custom-made, and military grade. She disassembled it quickly. Precise hands and controlled breathing. Then she held up a small black chip hidden beneath the barrel. Tracker. “They wanted us to find this.” Desmond’s expression darkened. “Why?”

"We cannot risk an ambush at the Rail Yard. Vorlag will have armed guards waiting for Seraphina, or for us. We need to track her without engaging. Alaric, secure the sniper’s rifle scope. I want the high-resolution camera feed immediately." Ronan explained the plan in crisp, strategic terms. "The sniper's rifle scope, Anya, contains a thermal imaging system and a high-resolution camera designed for long-range surveillance. We can tap into the memory and track Seraphina to the Rail Yard from the safety of the manor. We will observe the layout, confirm her identity, and see if Vorlag is present."

“Zak—spin up a capture team. Quiet. If Mau gets me an arrow, you put eyes on the head of it.” Zak nodded. “Snipers, net guns, shock lines. No hero shit. We tag and track before we take a shot.” Jake’s jaw flexed. “And if we get a clean shot?” Sorenson held his gaze. “Then we take the city back in one pull.” A distant howl lapped at the tents like surf; another answered from farther off, then broke—cut short, like someone pinched a wire. Kimberly’s tablet jittered. The spikes on the EEG trace surged for a breath, then settled.

I also wish I hadn't complained as much as I did. I lift my rifle, and the Warriors around me do the same. Ryan whispers, "Kamin, Elright, and Eagle have the best sniper skills." "Move them into position and have them take out the soldiers on the trucks first." This means I won't hear Smythe's last breath. If none of my men die, I can live with it. "On my command," I lift my hand and lower it sharply. I don't even look at Smythe, there's no time. I line up my first shot, fire, then fire again. We take return fire and flatten ourselves to the ground. The soldiers find cover behind the trucks and our bullets ping uselessly off the side. "Take out one tire in each truck," I yell. I don't want t

Anna moved from behind the sniper gun she was setting. Brianna just needed the sniper gun to get a grip on her target. She did not bring the whole of it. And it wasn’t the gun she would use in case she gets the information she needs from Jack Foster. The one she brought with her today was an airsoft sniper gun, a Novsitsch SSG10 A3 airsoft sniper gun, with only a short barrel, bipod, and sniper scope. There was no butt pad, so the long gun wasn’t that long as usual, and there was no magazine, no ammo, too.

"Tell me more, my friend. Be explicit." A determined glimmer shone in Trevor's eyes as he continued, "Within Jekyll's laboratory, there are specialized snipers. They are armed not with bullets, but with chemical needles. These needles contain a powerful tranquilizer called 'Zipit,' designed to tame wild animals like gorillas and lions. With these snipers, we can bring the werewolves to their knees, rendering them docile and under our control."