Sniper X Scout Novels & Stories

Carson removed the safety of the sniper rifle. In the whole squad, Carson had the highest grade when it came to using long-ranged weaponry so he was equipped with a powerful sniper rifle. While it couldn’t kill a hunter or conduit in one shot, it could deliver a hefty amount of damage. Carson thought of the hibernating hunter. Could concentrated sniper rifle shots make it take enough damage to force it to hibernate? Carson looked at the gun in his hands. As long as he was focused, he could accurately hit a target that was around 600 meters away from him.

The scout yelped, bones crunching under Thorne's jaws. Jax whirled, claws extended. 'Thorne! You bastard, she's ours!' But Thorne was a storm, tearing through them with savage precision. He grabbed the second scout by the throat, hurling him into a trunk with a sickening crack. The air reeked of blood and fury, the forest alive with snarls and thuds. I pressed myself smaller, heart hammering, torn between fleeing and staring at this scarred giant who moved like vengeance itself.

Percy yelled out and the guy's hand froze on the image, as well as every other person in the room as their eyes focused on the image the black guy has his pointer on. " Not that, the one on its left, " Percy directed when he realized the guy's pointer was on the wrong image. The dark guy moved his pointer to the left and then zoomed in on the right image. The name Snipper was written under the guy with buzz-cut amber hair color, piercing green eyes, sharp cheekbones, strong square jaw, slightly wide neck covered in tattoos, and a pale skin complexion. He is twenty-eight years old Sniper is a former military discharge cause of a knee injury turned gun for higher just to survive recruited by t

Captain Hiragi trains us himself. When we headed to the back of the camp where we train, the others were already there. There are only four of us- me, Marco, Josaiah, and Xy. I’m a marksman. I use an electrified steel bow that generates its own steel charged arrows. Marco Kleighs is an assassin. He uses daggers that poison the blood of the flesh it is pierced or slashed on. Even the smallest and slightest of cuts can kill the person in a matter of seconds. Josaiah Solace is the warrior, the fighter who has the best combat skills in the squad. He carries laser induced plasma twin blades that shade the color emerald. Xy Caurus is the creator or the inventor. He runs the ground game- creating

The realization sinks heavy between us. “You’re sure,” he says. “I’m Sovereign,” I reply. “Certainty isn’t optional anymore.” A scream tears through the morning. Sharp. Human. The camp explodes into motion. Tristan is on his feet instantly, pulling me with him as wolves shift mid-stride, bones snapping, fur ripping free. Razorbacks draw weapons, forming a defensive arc. The scream comes again cut off abruptly. “East perimeter!” someone shouts. We move as one. The scene is chaos when we arrive. Snow churned red. A young scout lies crumpled near the treeline, eyes wide and glassy, throat torn open. His wolf flickers weakly before going still.

The soft breeze contrasts with the gunfire and roars I hear in the distance. “They ambushed the scouts first and made their way down to the other teams stationed along the paths. They just came out of nowhere,” Sava explains, rushing behind me as I clear the area. He hands me a rifle, and I holster my Glock knowing the larger caliber weapon will do more damage to their bear’s thick hides.

"After that, we take it from them." The Hunt Without Noise Our breath formed white clouds in the chilly air as we slid quickly through the storm, sliding between rocky rocks and trees coated in ice. Every move seemed risky since we knew that one mistake might result in our death. The sniper's dim muzzle flare on the ridge caught Vanessa's keen eyes. "Two-person squad. The typical Overwatch pattern Nodding, Damien said. Grab the flank. Kyle, continue monitoring ground troops. Vanessa remained quiet as a shadow, disappearing into the whirling snow without saying another word.

The door creaked. Her eyes flew open, body jerking upright. Jax slipped inside, a shadow among shadows. His chest heaved, eyes sharp, gun still hot in his hand. “You—” Her words caught, relief flooding her so hard she almost collapsed. “Are you—?” “Not mine.” He jerked his chin toward the woods. “But I put one of theirs down. The other pulled back.” “The other?” she echoed weakly. “Snipers work in pairs. Spotter and trigger. The bastard with the scope’s still out there. Watching.”

Close enough that we could see their equipment, their dark uniforms, the way they moved with practiced, dangerous skill. They stopped. One of them turned, looking directly down toward the slope where we lay hidden. My heart hammered in my chest. I felt the cold rock against my cheek. I felt Theron’s hand resting gently but firmly on my back, reassuring me, telling me to stay still. The scout stood there for a long moment, sweeping the ground below with his gaze. He was looking for movement. For color. For anything that did not belong. He was looking for us. But he was looking for something that did not know the mountain. He was looking for something that looked out of place.

“Thirteen platoons.” Xialn shakes his head in disbelief. “And how man do you have?” The commander places her hands and arms back down to her side and nudges her head to Norvin. “The scout there is with me. Despite his inexperience out on the battlefield, he is the fastest and most eager. I have Butcher to seeking.” Xialn darts his gaze at her. “Which means you need a spotter for the blinds. I see… why such a small crew? You have other panthers.” Catarina places her hands down on the table. A pointed finger presses on the surface while he speaks. “Figuring that they have the crash site surrounded. The smaller the group, the fewer Sirens we need to kill to get in and secure. Once we are in, we