Sniper X Reader Novels & Stories

His nostrils flared. “Go,” he murmured, voice ragged. They reached the top. At the top, four snipers were positioned along the edge. Jax fired first. Ashley followed. Two snipers dropped instantly. The other two ducked, returning fire. Jax shoved her behind a vent. “Stay low!” “No chance!” she shouted back. She popped out and fired again, her shot grazing one sniper’s shoulder. Jax took the other with a clean shot to the chest. The last one scrambled back, retreating toward the tower.

He was like a disposable toy in his eyes. “Now there’s no stupid sniper to disturb us.” as the area, he was now standing have no windows, a blind spot for the sniper. “Now tell me, was Idol Crimson Blade really here? Where is she? She has a such high price on her head, I want to obtain it before the other.” he said, stomping the wound of X in the feet and drilled it vigorously. Making X to bite his lip not to moan in pain. Kate managed to grab his rough leg to stop, but was once kicked again.

Thanks to the skin tight armor they wear she is able to see it and then gives the command by opening her fist and flinging her hand forward. That cross bow within the capable hands of Xialn is the first thing that fires. Unlike normal bolts, the arrow is shaped to be soundless, however in its trajectory the side slices open one of the man leaves along the edges of a tree. The sound is enough to force the target’s living and breathing hair to hiss in a disturbing fashion. This forces the hand that is on the woman orc to shift behind her, moving her blue torso as well fully in the opposite direction catching the bolt in her hand. Little did these monsters know is that Xialn always hits his mar

Alexander reached me in one movement, pulling me hard behind a pillar. My back hit concrete. His body shielded mine instantly. Again. Too close. Too fast. Too familiar now. Gunfire continued overhead. His hand gripped my waist. His face inches from mine. “Do not move.” The command came rougher now. Closer to anger. Closer to fear. The sniper paused. A breath. Another shot. Then silence. Selene’s voice above us: “Target lost!” But down here, under concrete shadow, another silence had formed.

Warning: The chapter contains scenes of violence, murder, and blood and may not be suitable for all readers. If you are easily triggered by any of these subjects, it is recommended that you skip them and refrain from reading ahead for your mental health. (Read at your own risk.) ~~~ Reina looked up, her heart racing as she caught sight of Xavier in the rain. The rain poured down his body in sheets, cascading off his tousled hair and soaking his clothes as he held a Glock in his hand, the metal glinting ominously under the fleeting flashes of lightning.

“Huh, looks like you should get used to it.” Aiden smirked disdainfully at Calistha and immediately jumped into his car. He had even experienced things worse than this. Trapped in the wilderness, in a state of stalking the enemy, and he only relies on river water to cleanse his body of various impurities that he gets while lurking. The life of a sniper is indeed very cruel. They are indeed trained to deal with the extreme conditions out there. It's no wonder that in the end only mentally ill people will qualify to become snipers, because they were created to be robots. They are required to harden their hearts, dull their senses of taste, and grow into the most formidable human beings of all

We all knew I wasn't his first pick as nurse, but Ronnie's hands were still shaking and Burney hadn't had enough practice for this type of wound. I tipped some of my bottled water over his shoulder, washing away the congealing blood. The puckered wound was a mess and tweezers or not, I couldn't get all the shrapnel out. Not that it mattered. The HG was lethally toxic, it was only a matter of time before he died. I focused on the needle in my hand, ignoring the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Stan was gone, Mike wasn't far off and with each of their deaths, Nick was slipping further and further from my grasp. "Are you sure you want me to stitch you up? The wound's not clean."

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.

I slide my hands to the weapon and grab it along with her and whisper “It's like when you use Christmas... you just have to let yourself go...” She smiles at the name of her sniper rifle, I hold the gun and she loosens her grip, lets go and still with my face on her neck I unload what's left in the magazine, all three shots hit the target, the chest, the head and the middle of the target, he smiled arrogantly and she laughs, shaking her head, then I leave a kiss on her neck, I feel her skin goosebumps and she turns to look at me

The glint of his sniper rifle caught the moonlight, and the barrel was aimed, right at me. My lips peeled back in a deep, rumbling growl. Hunter. Except the scent wasn’t human. It was rose scent. Unfamiliar but I heard about those scent. Vampyre. The rifle fired, too late. I dodge and lunged The bullet almost grazed my shoulder but that didn’t bothered and carried me forward. I slammed into the tree trunk, splintering it, the man tumbling down with the branch as I came down on top of him. He rolled fast, faster than a human. The rifle went flying. In its place, silver blades gleamed in both his hands.