Sniper X Scout Novels & Stories

A seasoned scout standing to Jax's left slowly lowered his tactical rifle, his chest heaving as his hands physically shook against the metal stock. "But sir... I don't know if I can," the scout stammered, his voice tight with a deep, instinctual panic that overrode his training. He was asking a wolf to fire on the face of his own Alpha. "I mean... they look just like you and Jax. And..." The scout swallowed hard, looking physically ill as his trembling finger pointed deeper into the shadowed cavern.

His hands, gripping the haptic rifle in the real world, were sweating. He didn't aim for the head. Ren adjusted his crosshairs, aiming precisely at the tiny gap between the VIP's torso and the Scourge Elite's primary weapon arm. I'm sorry, Ren thought to the desperate man behind the alien mask. Crack. The sniper round tore through the air. It completely severed the Scourge Elite's arm at the digital shoulder joint. The alien roared in agony, its weapon dropping to the floor. The VIP hostage scrambled away, instantly running toward Leo's massive Juggernaut armor for scripted protection.

“Ready to hunt boys.” Stevie’s hand brushes mine. “I know I am.” Hushed growls agree all around me. “Rowan, Huge, stay with the supplies— Before I can finish, a rustle behind us snaps my focus around. Something moves in the brush. I spin, grab, and haul the figure forward—young, fast, but not fast enough. He hits the ground hard, a blade clattering from his hand. He’s wearing Nightshade colors. “Scout,” Stevie says, aiming her arrow.

"While I'm at it, I would like to make a request to borrow Scorpion to collect the blue eggs. Most of the new recruits aren't very good at this egg hunt." Puzzled, Zen looked at Sasha. Wasn't the Scorpion following Team Freedom's leader? The Russian sniper explained the team's dynamic. Scorpion and Controlled Berserker couldn't be separated and acted as a pair no matter what happened. After Controlled Berserker was injured, the couple retreated to recover and stay out of danger. "They're preparing for a rematch, but I need Scorpion's help to get the blue eggs. It might take you some time to handle the blue eggs and their poison, and we need time to search for the black eggs."

His watchful eyes scan the surroundings, ensuring the safety of their journey. Hunter, adorned with his trusty spear and a dagger tucked into his wrap, takes on the crucial role of scout, swimming at the forefront of the group. His weapon of choice, a sleek and sturdy spear, is poised to strike at a moment's notice, ready to defend against any threats that may emerge. The gleaming blade of his dagger serves as a versatile tool for close-quarters combat or precise underwater tasks.

she then asked. “Yeah!” He was slightly trembling but still strongly answered. Y was helping with his best in this distance using the night vision scope, he was the sniper of the group. This was requested by his twin brother. In order for him to escape immediately if something goes wrong with their plan and to be placed in the safest place as possible. X was still overprotective about him. But today he was pleased to be helpful to his brother and not just a burden. Their Boss Matt was also helping him for the coordinates.

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.

*Vicky* Men poured in endlessly from all around the containers and docks, forming what seemed to be an endless ocean of people. Despite that, I enjoyed the thrill of the kill. I didn't know how long it had been since I last had such a feeling. The crowd wouldn't stay a crowd for long though. After I killed a few people and created an opening, I flew to the window and used the echoes of the guns for the scout bats to find the snipers who were hidden and shooting at me. I appeared in front of them in an instant, and they, who had thought they were in a safe place, looked at me in surprise as I rushed towards them. The last scene they saw was me waving First Snow to take their heads off.

The corrupting energy washed over him, and he cried out, collapsing to his knees. It couldn't harm him as it harmed me, but he felt it—a soul-deep chill, a violation that stole his breath. His intervention disrupted the beam's focus. The tether to me wavered, its grip loosening. Elara didn't scream. She moved with a ferocity I didn't know she possessed. Her eyes, clear and sharp with a lucid fury, spotted the obsidian dagger where it had fallen. She lunged, her bandaged hand closing around the hilt.

Pine and wet dirt filled the air. Kael’s senses sharpened—heartbeats, чуж scents. Five Blackthorn scouts. Big men. Dark coats. Bows and blades. They circled silently. The first arrow flew. Kael shoved Elara down. The arrow grazed his arm. Fight on. Kael shifted partially—claws out. He took the first scout down hard, throat slashed. Dax’s gun spoke quietly. Two shots. Two bodies. Elara froze at first—terror locking her limbs.