Sniper X Scout Mga Nobela at Kwento

She peeked her head up to look at them through the door window, confirming they were the two from earlier. One was a Scout breed, bred by the Aliane to track anything no mater how old the sent was. Once they picked up on the trail the only ways to get them off it was either to start a fire around the area or to shoot them. The other was a Hunter breed. Hunter breeds are stronger than the Scout breed, so they were often paired up. The Scout would track the target while the Hunter would chase it down. The third breed type is Soldier; a K9 bred to be large and strong, used almost exclusivly during raids and battles.

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.

“Kai is my lover, and the two alphas are mates. It’s… complicated, but I’d be very thankful.” The scout’s eyebrows shoot up as she hears Dereck. She then considers me and Kai once more before shaking her head in disbelief and then replies, “then I’ll request enough for everyone. I never thought two alphas could be mates, but you were one to befriend the oddest of people all the time, so I’m not surprised.” At last, the scout stops just outside a pair of large doors. She gives it a knock and then, with a loud voice, she says, “the alphas and Dereck are here now.”

Feeling eyes on him his head snapped to the presence a little away from him and his eyes widened. A beautiful wolf stood there with sparkling copper eyes that had specs of violet in them. Her fur was the color of dusky caramel just like her skin but she had scars on the body of her wolf as well. Hunter couldn't pull his eyes away and then all of a sudden a zap of current ran down his spine and his hand shot up to his neck where the skin was protruding. She marked him!

* 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.

However, Xander had a gun now, and it was the most advanced one. Xander said excitedly, "This is the enemy's sniper rifle. It has excellent accuracy and is said to be equipped with night-time silencing and infrared vision. Suddenly, Xander became a bit depressed. "I don't really understand the specifics, but this is the gun that injured Mr. Gagnier. Thankfully, he dodged in time. He only hurt his arm. Miss, where did you get this gun from?"

Each one stacked neatly atop the other, marked only by numbers and cryptic symbols. "What the hell is this place?" Vargo muttered, almost reverently. I moved to the nearest crate, my curiosity overriding my hesitation. The old wood creaked as I pried the lid open. Nestled within, surrounded by foam and cloth, was a sniper rifle unlike anything I'd ever seen. Sleek. Matte black. Modified beyond standard military specs. I reached in and lifted it carefully. Its weight was solid. Cold. Deadly. "The Viper-X," I read the label etched along the barrel.

They wouldn't risk forging her name," another replied. Xavier smirked in the dark. Oh, but we would. The lead scout stepped into the center of the ruins, boot crunching over dried leaves. He raised the letter again, eyes darting. "Where is she?" That was when the first smoke dart hissed through the air. A loud bang. Clouds of silver mist erupted, choking visibility. Arrows slammed into the ground at their feet—not to kill, but to corral. One man stumbled into a tripwire and was swept off his feet. From above, Xavier dropped like a shadow, landing inches before the leader. Blade unsheathed. "Evening," he said, voice low and calm. The man fumbled for his weapon, but Xavier kicked it from his g

"Alejandro's pulling funds. Panicking. Freezing assets—yours too, if he finds them." "Block him," I ordered. "Use your pull." "Done. But watch— he's hiring mercs." We did. Scout runs showed increased patrols near our turf. Close call: Sniper spot on a roof opposite. Shane took him out—silent drop from shadows. Aftermath: Adrenaline sex in the car—parked alley, me straddling, windows fogged. "Alive," he growled, slamming up. Three days post: Victor cracked under pressure? Text from him: Need meet. Urgent.

The faint ripple of a sniper’s nest shifting focus. Whisper was regrouping. And they were angry. As Ethan and the team reached the east parapet, a shot cracked through the air—so sharp and clean it cut silence in half. It struck the stone inches from Ethan’s head, throwing dust into his hair. Mira reacted first—dragging Ethan behind cover. “Sniper—bipod mount. Roof level. South slope.” Jun peeked from behind a broken rail. “That’s their forward scout. Whisper Team is marking targets.”