Sssniperwolf Draw Novels & Stories

Taking a deep breath, Lani continued inking his skin with gentle movements. Content with her work, Lani smiled. She'd finally finished the design she'd imagined in her head. It was the wolf from The Wolves' logo, drawn on all the riders' leather jackets, with a dripping rose in its mouth. Lani loved the wolf, though. It was a part of her and was a good decision on her behalf, now Scar could forever remember the girl from the other side.

I command “Yes.” She breathes nodding before turning her head away from me. As soon as I reach my armoury room I change into a pair of dark jeans, a black V-neck t-shirt and put on my boots. I strap on my 9mm underneath my shirt, grab my sniper case and insert my Matsuda blade onto my back. I was getting ready to party.

"I'll give you ten seconds. Once the time is up, I'll kill them on the spot. Do you understand me?' Sasha, Shane, and Mindy instantly grew tense. They vigorously shook their heads at Woody. Woody bent down to pick up the military knife, examining it as he said, "This is Mad Dog's ATAK knife. Your equipment is rather impressive." He inspected the bottom of the knife and noticed a distinct wolf head emblem on it. He asked, "Are you all mercenaries? Do you belong to the Black Wolf, Blue Wolf, or Shadow Wolf?" "You're about to die soon. Why concern yourself with such trivial matters?" Kurt sneered.

After its obligatory death sequence, a large loot box dropped in its place, and its contents were received by the members of the two-member party that had slain the monster, the aforementioned Berserker and a Shadowblade. As the list of items showed up on the small screen of a smartphone, Benedict Pine, the young man behind the Berserker character breathed a sigh of relief. It was another challenging yet fun session in Grimblaze, with the first, and possibly the only friend that he ever had, in the game and online in general. “Hey, great job there, man,” a voice from the other side spoke. It was his friend, who had the username Evil_Weevil. Most people found it silly, but it had a ring to it

The smaller wolf was huffing and whining, it had smears of blood seeping through its fur. “Kill it!” I shouted. Gunner whipped his head to me and flashed his teeth. The wolf struggled and yelped under Gunner’s hold. “Gunner, kill it!” I screamed. But no, the big dumb lump didn’t kill it. Instead, Gunner took his paw off the wolf and took a few steps back. His silver fur slowly receded back into his skin, and he stood on two human feet with his hands out in front of him in surrender.

Staying light on his paws, he waited as the wolf raced forward, past his peers, eager to be the one to take the first kill. Connor watched, taking a centering breath, his muscles winding with tension. The moment the wolf lunged, his paws leaving the floor, Connor moved. He darted forward, his speed taking the wolf by surprise. He ducked under its outstretched claws, then reared up, forcing his shoulder into its throat. Something cracked under the force, a sickening snap crunching beside his ear. Blood sprayed from the wolf's snout, a river that bubbled as panic embedded in the dying warrior's chest. The fur of Connor's back was coated, his victory guaranteed in mere seconds.

“And since you’re dying anyway… Tell me something.” From his pocket, Dryann pulled a small insignia he had found earlier, the Trawling clan emblem, etched in darkened silver. He shoved it in front of the wolf’s face. “If this doesn’t belong to the Trawling, then tell me, what the hell is this?” His blade pressed cold and steady against the wolf’s throat. “Final words?” The wolf’s grin split bloody lips, twisted and wicked. “Yes,” he rasped. “I hope you die soon.”

The hunter pulls out a weapon—a sleek, silver blade with intricate engravings that catch the light. Luke, in wolf form, is a blur of powerful muscle and fur, but the hunter’s movements are equally swift and precise. They dodge Luke’s powerful swipes with ease, their blade slicing through the air with deadly accuracy. Each strike and counterstrike sends shivers down my spine, the clash of wolf and hunter reverberating through the room.

this is going to be fun! An hour in already, an hour of defending myself against what I can only describe as the most useless pack warrior around. He was slow and sloppy, his moves predictable. He cared more about throwing me cocky grins and winks than landing a punch, fool. I guess being one of the top warriors and being swooned over by all the younger unmated she-wolves really did mess with his ego and attention skills. He was good looking don't get me wrong but he was such a damn tool! He stood at around the werewolf male average of 6ft 6 with auburn hair that was shaved at the back and sides but styled longer on the top, pair that with his muscular build light brown eyes and boyish char

The one that had taken everything from me. It stood on the far ridge, massive, its fur streaked with scars and fresh blood. Its eyes were cold, pitiless. It had killed before. It would kill again. Not tonight. I dropped to one knee, my sniper rifle already aligned, my heartbeat syncing with the machine in my hands. Breathe in. The world narrowed. Breathe out. My finger tightened around the trigger— A shot rang out. The wolf’s body jerked, its legs faltering beneath it. A second later, it crashed to the ground, its final breath rattling in its throat.