Sniper X Scout Novels & Stories

We see them before they see us. This is the advantage of Maren's flank position — she catches the scent shift a full ten minutes before anyone else would have noticed, and the warning passes through the coalition in the specific silent language of people who've learned to communicate without words when words carry too far. Two scouts. Solaris uniform, the pale grey that marks ceremonial rank rather than combat, except these two move like combat matters more than ceremony ever did. Professional. Fast. The specific economy of people trained for exactly this kind of encounter.

"I want him alive for interrogation." Three Velkan soldiers roared savagely and charged the scout. The fight was fast and brutal. The Lunaris scout moved like a dancer, his daggers spinning, slashing, and parrying with incredible speed. CLANG! CLINK! The sound of claws clashing against metal rang out sharply. The Velkan soldiers were strong, but they relied too much on brute force. They attacked blindly. The scout exploited this, sidestepping, then slashing his dagger across one soldier's leg.

Sparrow ran backwards most of the time and covered the back door. They approached the first Out Post, saw the splotch of green paint, and continued to advance. A water tower loomed ahead. Private Huff, one of the few humans good enough to join the unit, raised his bolt action sniper's rifle and fired. A body fell from above and smashed into a garbage can. The second Out Post had been neutralized. The troopers moved forward. Winnie threw a scrap of metal at the fence, saw the sparks fly, and waited for the rest of the squad. The security team fired, and the scouts took cover. Winnie shouted the order: "Earsharper! Make a hole!"

Jace whirled, dragging me with him as another scout lunged from the shadows, blade raised. The scout’s blade came down in a silver arc. Jace caught it mid-strike, claws sparking against the runes etched into the steel. His growl rattled through the trees as he twisted, snapping the man’s wrist and hurling him into the ground. Tyler buried his knife in another scout’s throat, dragging it across with brutal precision. Black ichor hissed on the blade as the body crumbled to dust. I barely had time to breathe before the last scout lunged at me, faster than the others. His blade nicked my arm, the sting searing. Pain snapped my control. The runes under my skin flared like wildfire. Silver flames

But Shane’s scent was here, clear as day. Shane spotted the rebels clan out near the edge of the village, looking across the pack. Shane only had two helpers backing him up, and with an attack force of only three, it stood to reason that he would be trying to go straight for the jugular by taking out the alpha. Moments later, Scar located Shane and his goons, creeping along on four legs downwind of the rebels, slowly advancing on to their direction , their tails twitching in impending attack.

Strider then asked, "Are you all ready?" "Yes, sir!" "All right! Move out!" he shouted. The nineteen-year-old had shown a unique side of himself ever joining Wyvern Peak. Everyone ran and swiftly headed toward the base upon Strider giving the signal. Scouts and snipers went their separate ways in groups of two. One sniper and one scout traveled together, forming a buddy system. From their advantageous location, they secured a path for their comrades to pass through. *** Strider's team sprang into action. Regardless of what position they were in, they only had one objective—to take back the base and secure their supplies.

"The sweeper. What's he packing?" "Concealed piece under the uniform jacket," the scout said, adjusting his lens. "Small frame. Probably a subcompact." "How's his movement?" "Predictable as hell," the scout snorted. "He’s been sweeping the same ten yards of asphalt for twenty minutes. Checks his watch every four minutes on the dot." Takahashi’s operatives were getting sloppy, acting like the pavement already belonged to them. "They're staring right at Dominic," the scout whispered. "Good. Let them eat the bait," Hugo said, leaning over the concrete ledge. "We learn their habits, we map their spots, and then we erase them."

He knew that the task that he had said must have been the task of killing. In fact, for the past five years, Scout has also accepted a job as an assassin. In addition to working as a architec for luxury buildings in America, Scout also does dark jobs that are solely done to get his adrenaline pumping. Playing with guns and knives is one of the pleasures that can make him forget all his sorrows. And it looks like tonight Scout Voyage has found a new target. "Master, Xaner has come," told Wills to the Scout who is eating his delicious meal.

The intense urge to catch her was strong but he couldn't do that at the sacrifice of his men. "YOU MOTHERF*CKERS! GREET YOUR FATHER," Hunter snarled, charging at them. Both of his claws extended out as he slashed one of the men. Instead of tossing his body away, he ripped his insides out as blood spurts on his face but he was smiling. The looks on the faces of his enemies were magnificent. They looked terrified. Hunter's men shifted into their wolf form as they lunged at the enemies. Including Hunter, there were only four of them while the enemies were nine in number.

* Scar exclaims in my head, purring in satisfaction. *What is wrong with you, Scarlett, our mate is about to die and you're being horny?* *He's gonna handle it just fine!* Was her only reply before I shut her out. Xander is holding two guys by their necks and is using them as shield... Using them to block any bullet or arrow that is coming his way. My heart is beating fast, I'm scared that a bullet or arrow will actually hit him. The hunters aren't slowing down in their attacks, they keep firing their guns and bows in a rapid speed.