Sniper X Spy Novels & Stories

Kiran sneered. The sniper felt as if his whole body was frozen. A nameless fear rose from his heart, spreading through his entire body. His eyes darted around, looking at Kiran, wanting to speak but not knowing what to say. "Still don’t want to talk?" Kiran sneered, looking at another finger. The sniper’s heart jumped to his throat, a sense of despair welling up. He burst into tears, "I’ll talk! I’ll talk!" Kiran stopped and looked at the sniper, waiting for him to explain.

(Specialist Justus) 300 meter away from PFC Amber, on top of a tree that gave a clear sight of the road, were 2 men, clad in a full ghillie suits, one were holding a binocular and another one were holding a sniper rifle. As Specialist Justus ready for the next shot, the bullet ejected beautifully. “Kill Confirmed…this is the 3rd spy that use this road, Sir…we got number 20, 17 and now..34…”. (Private First Class Mondi)

Just as he was a few feet away from the vehicle, something dark suddenly flew out from the car. The sniper was startled. When he regained his senses, he found that Caspian had already appeared in front of him. With a flash of a cold light, the sniper's throat was slit. Caspian went to check the identity of the sniper and found that his rifle was made in Filren. He had a wolf head badge on his chest. It seemed that he was indeed from the Venomous Wolves. At this time, Macy called. "Lord Caspian, why did you only inform Sylvia that you're in danger and not me?" she said somewhat indignantly.

L U C A S K I N G W A S still having a hard time in deciding whether to join the Warriors or not and it so happened that he wasn't the only one with a full plate as Susan Claire was seated in her office at the precinct, going through a group of files scattered all over her desk. The APD were caught in a fix with the rampantly rising drug smuggling cartels which started out in 2026—two years earlier. "We just caught one, Captain!" came a voice from her door.

Mauler left, and Sniper's eyes turned sour as she watched her sister go. "You just have to wait and watch then," Sniper said, her voice dripping with malice. She fell onto her bed, and brought out her phone, which was full of photos of Venom. She smiled, her eyes gleaming with obsession, as she stared at the pictures. "I won't let anyone take you away from me, I won't," she whispered, her voice trembling with intensity. She stripped herself naked and stood in front of the photos, touching herself while moaning Venom's name.

How did my sniper team not detect him yet? “How do you know?” asked Felixe, following my line of vision. He, too, detected the enemy realizing the trouble we were in now. They had a clear advantage over us, but I wasn’t allowing that. I would definitely ask Greg to kill the spy. He shouldn’t go back to inform his pack about us. I mind-linked with my lead sniper, instructing him to kill the spy. ‘I’ll do it right away!’ he mind-linked back. “They’ve found us!” said Felixe, springing into action.

“Shut up, man. Your fvcking nonsense is making me want to puke.” Silvio grinned. “Then aim for the enemy. Might as well make yourself useful.” Xanthe cracked his knuckles. “Enough. It’s time to see blood.” The banter died instantly. We adjusted our earpieces and moved in silence, weapons steady. The docks stretched ahead, slick with rain, the shadows shifting under flickering streetlights. Rusted containers and abandoned cranes loomed like ghosts in an industrial graveyard. Xanthe peeled off, climbing the skeletal remains of an old crane, taking his sniper’s nest. He was our eye in the sky, the one who called the shots before they even happened.

Someone from outside—the sniper, her brain gamely supplied, they’d said there was a contract this week, didn’t expect it so soon—cycled the bolt on a rifle, icy-precise. Wyn’s breath lit the air between them, little puffs of pure terror. Xander’s pupils were murder, narrowed and sharp-shining, and his hand squeezed Wyn’s neck shoulder-tight until the kid blinked back into reality. “We’ve got to move,” he hissed. Below, the stairwell filled with boot-thumps and the sound of Morgan’s voice, pitching orders in that frosted, minister’s calm she deployed for open wounds and close calls. Carolina clawed to her knees, vision throbbing, and levered Wyn up by the collar.

Hidden. "Sniper," Albert said. "X has snipers positioned. He was never going to let them live." Two more shots. James and Maria dropped, executed before they could scream. Then X's voice again, satisfied and cold. "Thank you, Eva. For the show. For the internal struggle. For proving you are exactly as conflicted and broken as I need you to be. The sniper was always there. The deaths were always planned. But watching you point a gun at Catherine? Watching you debate pulling the trigger? That was beautiful. Pure entertainment."

His presence, though expected, added an extra layer of suspense to their already charged situation. Yet, amidst the tension, a flicker of relief danced in their eyes. Everything was going according to plan. Levi, a shadow in the night, moved with the grace and precision of a predator. As the spy cautiously ventured closer to the cabin, unaware of the imminent danger lurking in the darkness, Levi's instincts took over. With a swift and calculated strike, he unleashed a powerful blow, connecting solidly with the spy's neck. A split second of impact rippled through the air, a collision of forces that resonated with a bone-jarring intensity. The spy's body stiffened, his eyes widening in shock a