Novel & Cerita Sniper X Reader

Blood soaked through Jax’s shirt in a dark, spreading stain as he staggered into the motel room, one hand pressed tightly against his shoulder. The sniper’s bullet had only grazed him, but the wound still bled freely, turning his fingers crimson. Elara’s heart slammed against her ribs at the sight. She rushed forward, catching him before he could collapse, her hands trembling as they met warm, sticky blood.

[Eden York has liquidated all core assets and placed an enormous bounty on the black market to track down your whereabouts. I raised an eyebrow. Even now, he still refused to accept defeat? I chuckled softly, shut off the tablet, and walked over to the cabin window. At some point, a blizzard had begun outside. Snow whipped violently through the air, turning the entire world into a cold endless white. I stretched lazily, perfectly content, and prepared to go soak in a hot bath. Just then, an encrypted call from my black-market contact came through. “Your ex-boyfriend’s worse than a stray dog now.”

Except the way that gun was now aimed at something that couldn’t even understand what was happening. “Stop.” Xander’s voice cut in again. Sharper. Closer to something dangerous. “Put it down.” Gjarpri didn’t move. Didn’t lower it. Didn’t flinch. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, watching him with something like fascination. “Now this,” he said softly, “this is the reaction I was expecting.” My breath came in short, broken bursts, my entire body trembling as I stared at that gun, unable to look away, unable to think—

The sniper froze because she was looking directly at him. Across the distance, through fog and shadow, their eyes met, and in that moment, something inside him cracked. Because what he saw was not fear, not panic, not even anger, it was something far worse. Her eyes were cold, sharp, and hungry, as if silently telling him: You made a mistake. A slow, dangerous smirk formed on Amara’s lips. “Amara, get down!” Finn’s voice came again, tense now. But she didn’t move. Instead, she raised her gun in one smooth, effortless motion. No hesitation. No second thought. The sniper’s breath hitched.

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.

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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.

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

How come he never looked at him with such rapture? “The sniper is a Shooter.” Fynn declared, “And neither a well-known figure nor a previous offender, otherwise we would have had his power signature in our database.” Shooters had the power to move things with their minds. They were named Shooters because they found it hard to move things slowly and had trouble changing the direction of movement. Due to this, when they used their power to move things, it often resulted in those things shooting in a specific direction. “The glint that you guys saw wasn’t a sniper rifle scope but probably some kind of magnifying lens that would allow him to see you better. Such as binoculars or a telescopic len