Sssniperwolf Hot Novels & Stories

He looked to Bruno and Wolf. “Wolf, you and Frank take outer glass—counter-sniper, overwatch, and a nine-milometre prayer if somebody smart gets clever. Bruno, you run with me on penetration. Pauly, you’re our ghost in the wires—open doors, close cameras, talk me through the blind wedge. Sonja, you babysit the doc and coordinate QRF—if this turns into a bonfire, I want ambulances that don’t exist and a coroner who owes me a favour.”

Gavin refilled my coffee three times before I finished one piece of toast. “Alpha over, no signs.” “Gamma over, no sighs.” At this point, I was getting close to noon by the way the sun was positioned in the sky. My wolf started pacing. She was getting antsy. “Gavin, where is my sniper?” His head snapped up to me. “What?” “My sniper, where is it?” My eyes met his. “What is it?” He was instantly beside me. “Something is wrong. My wolf feels threatened.” His back stiffened as a warrior threw open the office door. “Luna, Beta?”

I deadpanned and hung up. I immediately depart and call my security team, giving them the license plate number I memorized to track down. My IT hackers were one of the best crack teams in wolf world. Within minutes, I received the SUV’s location at a remote construction site and told my special ops team to meet me there. I’m coming, Sophia! Sophia’s POV “I want this bitch’s reputation destroyed.” Awareness slowly seeps in as Sandy’s hateful words penetrate through the darkness. “After we’re done with her, no wolf would touch her with a ten-foot pole,” a male’s voice responded. “Did you bring the drug?”

Happy to see James was alone behind his desk. He stood up when she walked in and gave a warm smile. Clara couldn't tell if he felt guilty or not, but had a feeling he was shouldering a lot of the blame for the outcast attack. She didn't think he deserved that and gave him a small smile back before they both sat down. "How are you feeling?" "Better," Clara replied. "Any luck finding the lone wolf?" "Not yet," James said. "We're trying to figure out what pack he's from, but so far the description hasn't fit any released wolves."

Nothing about either of those things makes any sense. "No, you don't need to buy silver bullets. What kills regular mortals can kill me too. I am not immortal, I can die just like you can. I can get hurt just like you can. I heal faster than you, and I have much better senses of sight and smell. I can run faster than a regular human, but that's to be expected when the blood of the wolf pumps through your veins," Aiden says and he takes a cloth off the kitchen counter and attempts to use it as a band-aid.

15 minutes at most And they will be here. Ready to fall right into our trap. I may be over ambitious. But I know my strengths and weaknesses. And it's not a hidden fact that I can't stop or defeat Thaneos. The man with the wolf which is considered the god of death itself. It's impossible. And that's why I have arrived at a solution. Placing my hand in my pocket, I feel the small glass bottle. This. Made with the poison of 5 strongest poisons in the world. As soon as it comes in contact with a wolves blood, it can end the werewolf in 10 seconds at max.

It will be better if I can pass out at once. The black wolf in front of me evaporated like a thick gray mist on a cold morning. In less than five seconds, the misty wolf was replaced by another young man of Justin's age who stood with his hands on his hips. He grinned at Justin and me. I practically slapped Justin's arm muscles and made my palms heat on my own. “Who is he?” I whispered to Justin. “He's just juggling, isn’t he?” Justin looked at me in surprise. “Extremely not! He is a wolf-shifter! You still don't know?”

“Welcome to your new digs, Connor. I hope the decor meets your expectations. Sorry about the fact that you’re gonna be locked in, but that’s the deal.” “What the fuck,” Wolf rasped, totally unconcerned about his nudity. “What’s the fuckin’ game you’re playin’ here, boys?” Viper had fully recovered himself now, and he smiled. “No game.” “No?” “No.” Viper cocked his head, and the large black snake tattoo on his neck almost seemed to sway with the motion. “It’s best for everyone if you just stay out of sight, and out of mind.”

I catch a phone screen mid-scroll: #TradeTheHuman is trending, with 14k posts. Then she steps forward. I don’t know her name. She’s tall and composed, with a silver necklace catching the light. All six of them wear those, I notice—the same way I wore mine into The Den. A goddamn statement. I get it now, from the other side. “Sienna Hart,” she calls out. Easy. Like she’s been rehearsing. “The human who’s killing wolves.” The murmur spreads through the crowd like wildfire. I stop walking. I shouldn’t. But I do anyway.

— Tolerable. - Not cold? - asked the "snowy", skeptically looking at me from head to toe. Well, yes, I jumped out again in one shirt. I could only smile, because it was impossible to think of a more stupid question. “Have you forgotten that I am a fiery wolf?” I smiled as I tossed out my cigarette butt. “Fiery wolves are not afraid of any frost,” oh yes, he knew, and judging by his face, this was exactly the reaction he expected from me. Stretching, I leaned back against the lantern, feeling some wrong lightness from the conversation.