Sniper X Reader Novels & Stories

Alex sped up right behind another Alpha so that he would protect her from the sniper. The sniper shot again, taking out a second Alpha. Alex swerved to avoid his path as the bike went down. She sunk low and pulled the dead man further over her shoulder. Another gun shot at her, but only hit the bike and the dead man. The last Alpha swerved at her with his bike.

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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.

He was a transmigrator from another world, and I was nothing more than his target. I stared at his fake, affectionate face. At that moment, only one thought remained in my mind. Seven days later, at our wedding, I was going to run away. I was going to make him fail his mission. I wanted him dead! The next second, the hospital room door was pushed open. My best friend, Tiffany Dunn, rushed to my bedside, her eyes slightly red. “Oh my God, Summer, how did you get hurt this badly… Those men, did they…”

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.

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

I see a gap and dive for it, sprinting eastwards towards the cries of warning, as the fighters behind me curse me for fleeing. A small squad of our best fighters have already engaged the Hunters and for the moment seem to have the upper hand, but I know there will be more of our attackers out there somewhere. I skid to a halt then slink into the undergrowth, sneaking past the fight, hunting the Hunters. Deeper into the forest, beyond a large clearing, I find them. There are two, two with sniper rifles, each concealed in a tree. The attacking werewolves fighting for them will probably have orders to pretend to retreat and draw the Pack in this direction, so the snipers can pick us off with si

His voice rose and his eyes flashed with anger and Serenity was transported back to her teenage years. Once again his anger made her feel small and selfish. “If they wanted me dead, they wouldn’t have missed.” Serenity hissed and slipped out of the safe room. “Ser-” Lorenzo called after her, but Xander’s hand on his arm stopped him in his tracks . “I’ll talk to her, but Enzo, she’s right. The sniper had a clean shot when she opened that door, if he wanted her dead she would have had a bullet between her eyes by now.” Xander stated firmly and turned to follow in the direction Serenity disappeared.