Sniper X Reader Novels & Stories

“Shut up, man. Your fvcking nonsense is making me want to puke.” Silvio grinned. “Then aim for the enemy. Might as well make yourself useful.” Xanthe cracked his knuckles. “Enough. It’s time to see blood.” The banter died instantly. We adjusted our earpieces and moved in silence, weapons steady. The docks stretched ahead, slick with rain, the shadows shifting under flickering streetlights. Rusted containers and abandoned cranes loomed like ghosts in an industrial graveyard. Xanthe peeled off, climbing the skeletal remains of an old crane, taking his sniper’s nest. He was our eye in the sky, the one who called the shots before they even happened.

That was my decision to make and I was going to let him suffer till she begged for death. “Which one of you shot my meat?” I asked with blood shot eyes. “I didn't do it intentionally, boss. He was on the run almost out in the garden and when Spider caught up with him he got into a fierce fight. I am sorry but he was smart and he snatched Spider's gun. I shot him before he could kill Spider”. Sniper explained. “Oh, that explains it. The motherfucker must think he could get away with stealing my money. As we spoke Daren moved slowly and his finger twitched wasn't fully dead. Out of anger I kicked him. Heavy on the chest at the exact spot the bullet had pierced.

His breathing slow and steady. His finger rested lightly on the trigger. For ten minutes he had waited. Watching. Calculating. Trisha. Target confirmed. Distance: seventy meters. Wind: minimal. One shot. Clean and silent. His finger slowly tightened. The crosshair centered perfectly on the red spot over her heart. Then— Movement. A small figure entered the scope. The sniper frowned. “A child?” The boy stepped closer to Trisha. Blocking the shot. The sniper’s finger paused. He adjusted the scope slightly.

I squeezed my eyes shut, and instantly, it wasn't my own touch I felt—it was Callan's broad hand. "God..." I gasped into the quiet room. I pushed my sweater up over my chest and unhooked my bra, letting my breasts spill free. My fingers cupped one side of my breasts, squeezing the soft flesh before sliding up to pinch my hardened nipple. A sharp gasp tore from my throat as my back arched off the mattress. "Callan..." I whimpered out loud, my hips making a small, desperate upward jerk. "Callan, don't... don't leave me..." I kept muttering

He was about to retort but then fixated on one of the words she said, and paused as he thought about it. “We?” he said. “I don’t see-” Before he could finish his sentence, his shield arm’s shoulder was suddenly pierced by a 200mm round. He was pushed forward and stumbled somewhat from the force of the blow. Then the supersonic CRACK of Xylo’s sniper cannon echoed throughout the zone a second later. She stood up on top of the main building with the largest generators, and looked down on the battlefield. Her sensors quickly scanned all her opponents, and combined with Raijin’s data, determined their absolute weakest points.

The sniper was the most important part of their trap because the bullet they were going to use was a Silver Rush bullet. It could easily penetrate a martial artist's protective energy, which meant that no matter how skilled Sebastian was, he wouldn't be able to escape death. But now, with the sniper dead, it meant that the deadly trap had been completely unraveled by Sebastian. "There are too many impossibilities in this world. You've overestimated yourselves and underestimated your opponent. That's why men from the Slaughter Gods are all just talk." Sebastian glanced at the gunman on the ground and asked coldly once again, "Now tell me, who ordered you to kidnap Whitney? Jace?"

Like a shadow in motion, Zea veered sideways, eluding the lethal projectiles with an effortless grace. A chair materialized in her path, and she seized the opportunity without a second thought. Vaulting onto it, she leaped into the air, and landed a vicious reverse kick straight to her assailant's face. She immediately grabbed the rifle from his hand and swiftly shot three more men who were about to attack her. The sniper's ruthless gaze scoured the chaotic torrent of fleeing bodies. Until a woman caught his eye. Standing tall amidst the swirling crowd, with a long rifle in her hands. Her aim fixated on his doomed existence. The gravity of the situation hit him like a thunderclap.

Sniper mumbled, and I smirked. Then I dropped to the floor, crossing my leg over the other in a yoga position, and met his eyes as I raised my knife. "I ask the questions here, and you do the answering. Got it?" I mumbled in a calm tone. "As you said, I have two cells in my brain, so if you want to talk to me, speak my language!" Sniper said with a cunning smile. "And it's money." Ignoring his remark, I drew a deep breath and asked, "Who paid you to kill King Sharpe?"

"A sniper!" Sebastian instantaneously reacted on his reflex as he checked Chrissy's pulse through her neck. That's when Sebastian closely noticed the rifle shot fired directly to Chrissy's middle forehead in one go. It only took one shot for the sniper to kill Chrissy. It means, he was deadly skilled on that field.

CASPIAN The man was being a menace and he didn't even have to be. Xander closed his eyes, and sighed. “How much longer is this going to be? Shoot me already.” The man behind him stabbed his head forward with the gun. “Now you shut up!” I saw Xander’s fingers ball into fists and one looked down at him, and I knew what he had planned. “Sniper!” I screamed, ducking behind for cover with my eyes still on Xander.