Sssniperwolf Draw Novels & Stories

At first, he tried to talk to the one inside, but hearing no answer, he opened the door ever so slightly… …and was attacked by a beast. The Berserker, with the brand new claws that he had equipped, dealt the finishing blow on the boss of the Hollow Wilds. 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.

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.”

My wolf won’t have this! ^~^

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.

one of our warriors Gareth warns as I suddenly notice one of the wolves is in fact our own. 'TRAITOR!' Knox screams through the link as he drags the large man to the ground shaking him viciously almost tearing his arm from his shoulder as blood oozes out while the man just laughs sadistically. A quick kick to the temple soon shuts him up, lets just hope he stay unconscious until this fights over. The remaining seven warriors push forward, shifting as they lunge at the intruders. Jaws snapping at limbs, fur and blood coming from all angles. I pick out Levi through the chaos and quickly take his rear leg in my jaw swinging him over my shoulder, landing in a heap at Auroras feet. As he hits the

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.