Sniper Transformers Novelas e Histórias

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."

The GLT-class forced to give her weapon. “Appsylon!” Said Cornelio. “[Signing up to Squad 44 as GLT-class … Login succeed.]” said Appsylon. Cornelio turn back his snake blade leaving the silver projectile on the ground, then he changed the cannon transformation to fit the projectile for cannon bullet and load it. “[Silver projectile loaded.]” said Appsylon. “Take this!” said Cornelio. He pulled the trigger and the projectile launched piercing Varniant body even it has been hardening the skin. Varniant type receive lethal damage and getting exhausted, now it focusing the energy to heal the wounds.

I demand with my Alpha voice. “The rest are in his backpack,” the other sniper says in fear. Moving toward his bag, I take out the package of bullets. Opening the case, I gasp as I see the barbs on the bullets. The other rogues around me also take a breath. This were not just created to slow down but intended to kill. Turning to the other sniper, I rip his heart out of his chest. This was not what I had planned to happen.

He knew from painful experience and the scar across his face marking him distinctly was a constant reminder. It howled again. Probably for reinforcement. They had to finish this one off quickly. He moved with his team, their entire movement in sync. Their every step trained and coordinated to remain soundless. The sniper above spoke into the comms. "Clear shot sir. Shall I take it?" "Take it." A grunt came from the wolf. Gerald nodded and his men surrounded the creature. It was dead and had morphed back to its unnatural human form. A naked female lay on her side. Her body was riddled with bullets and her leg was bleeding from the trap they had laid for her.

I conceded to his words as he led me to the trunk of the car. There were snipers, different types of revolvers, shotguns and lots more. “You make this?” I asked, watching how he touched the sniper, staring at the letter c engraved on the wooden part of the gun. Anyone could figure that the letter c stands for Connor. “Yeah I do along with bio weapons, it's my trade and it keeps my hospital running. No matter how much I make a profit, I give back to this town and the people because they gave me the expansion I need.” He conveyed his mode of operation.

"Screw this." I looked over at Burney, horrified to see him running at Stan. He threw his weight into the Taken's back, knocking him forward. Stan shrieked from the surprise attack and Mike grunted, landing pinned beneath the Taken Scorcher. I turned from the three man pile and reefed the gun free of Ronnie's stiff fingers. "Burney!" He'd separated himself from the other two and was standing over them, poised to strike with Stan's makeshift stake. "You can't kill him that way," I yelled, throwing him the gun, "It'll send the shade bolting to someone else!"

People always ask us why do we call ourselves The Satan Snipers, today as we unite as one we conquer, because when we are together it is our enemies we will taint, it is our enemies who will parish. Tonight on this day we will spill the blood of the ones who have wronged. We will pass one Judgment- A Satan’s death. We will be merciless as we punish. We are The Satan Snipers and tonight we will reap vengeance on those who wronged us. We stop just outside the old broken down warehouse. I line my bike slowing its speed. It’s a clear view to the piece of shit dump. Killer takes his position on my rear as we stop. I pull my helmet off my head and remove my bandanna off my face.

Snipers zeroed in—forehead, throat, chest. One wrong twitch, and she was done.

Seeing the hand prints on her ass, she flushed as she pulled on her hair. "I wouldn't have allowed him spank me, arrg!" She screamed in her head but deep down, she couldn't deny that she enjoyed it. ***THE SNIPER CLAN*** Orion walked into the garage where the rest of the team were standing. He fastened his bullet proof belt before throwing on his shirt. This was a huge heist that they couldn't afford to mess up.

He howled and dropped, before he could reach for his weapon again, I had it in my hands. I didn’t hesitate, two clean shots one to the chest, one to the head and he was still. Matteo moved with brutal efficiency behind me, keeping some of the shooters pinned. I caught a flash of movement above, the sniper. Without thinking, I scooped a loose piece of broken metal from the ground and hurled it with everything I had. It clanged against the support beam, the sniper flinched, and in that heartbeat of a second, Matteo shot him.