Widowmaker Sniper Novels & Stories

Special ops level. They grappled, trading blows until Tomiwa tackled the attacker from behind. His mask fell. It was Adrian—Sanchez’s personal hitman. "You always send your dogs," Dino growled. Adrian spat blood. "This time, I came for your heart." BANG! A sniper round crashed through the window, missing Adrian’s head by inches. The distraction gave Tomiwa the chance to knock him out cold. Dino stood, breathing hard. "Take him to the sublevel. We’re going to crack him open."

His movements were fluid, precise, and in a heartbeat, the gun was raised. The thug’s eyes widened, realizing his mistake too late. Bang! A bullet ran over piercing the silence with a deafening crack. The thug's body jerked violently, his head snapping back as the bullet tore through his skull. For a split second, he stood frozen in place, a grotesque marionette on the edge of death. The knife slipped from his hand, falling silently to the ground. His body crumpled in on itself, collapsing into a lifeless heap as blood began to pool beneath him, soaking into the dirt.

All this time she had been living off of those illicit treasures, and stupidly she had never realized it. “After the woman finished delivering the customer's order, she purposely waited at the top of the tower to get paid. But someone just killed her from there.” Aiden seemed to draw a straight line from the top of the tower, then his index finger stopped at a skyscraper not far from the church where the murder took place. It was clear that it was a sniper's job. "How do you know?"

She muttered as she aligned the criss cross mark of her sniper scope to the head of the terrorist with the gun. She held her breadth and pulled the trigger at the same time when he raised his rifle to shoot the third captive. The gun fell from his hand first before the man followed. There was panic amongst the other two who looked around in confusion. One of the men made a dash to the fallen weapon of his comrade but she followed him swiftly, the criss cross mark of her sniper moving behind her new target till her focus point was centered on his chest, then she pulled the trigger. A second later, the man was flying backwards in the air before landing on the floor motionless.

This note wasn't a warning, it was a reminder of the threat she held over my head. I crushed the paper in my fist. The mission. That was the only thing that mattered. My body was still tingling, humming with the memory of Jerry’s hands, his mouth, the forceful, primal way he had claimed me. He had stripped away the pain of Evelyn’s insults and Henry’s threats, if only for a few hours. He had called me "the best thing." But that sweetness, that sense of belonging, was a distraction I couldn't afford. I married him to find Max’s killer, and Max’s killer, I was now certain, was somehow connected to Evelyn and Henry.

"Alessandra Ashford. The kidnapped girl. All grown up." "Aria Winters. Or Rhodes now. Technically. Got married today. Before you tried to kill me." "Congratulations. Sorry about ruining your wedding." "Are you?" "Not really. I was following orders. Nothing personal." I sat across from him. "Catherine sent you to make a statement. Show that happiness built on Covenant destruction has consequences. You failed. We're alive. Your team's dead. Mission failed." "True. But the statement was still made. Your wedding was destroyed. Your safe location compromised. Catherine proved she can reach you anywhere. That's the message. And it worked."

Toying with a dagger out of nowhere, Lynne said offhandedly, “Ray, she’s a cheater. Sheh did you dirty. Should I carve her for you? Krystal’s knees buckled, and she knelt before me. “Ray, we’ve been married for seven years. Think of what we once meant to each other…” I kicked her down. “Don’t talk to me about feelings. Seven years of marriage, yet you stood by as your father struck me, and your lover humiliated me.” She hung her head low in shame. “Ray, I made a mistake. I wanted a child so badly that I believed his lies. It won’t happen again… “Ray, the family legacy rests on my shoulders. I needed an heir. Surely, you can see where I’m coming from.”

“How the hell did they find him? He was with Asa, your most trusted guard.” Noah was already tapping into surveillance footage, attempting to trace digital breadcrumbs. “The feed was bounced through a hundred proxies. Military-grade rerouting. Whoever did this is better than anything I’ve seen.” Grace’s voice was steel. “It’s The Widow.” Noah’s fingers froze over the keyboard. “Then we’re not up against an assassin anymore.” Damien muttered, “We’re up against a ghost.” Grace turned sharply. “Then it’s time we hunted one.” Oslo, 48 Hours Earlier

The silence stretched for minutes, slowly Damon crawled out from underneath the bed, dragging Cara gently, but he kept himself low in case the sniper was still watching from a distance, and to confirm his suspicion, the red laser moving across the room, scanning the entire area looking for them. Damon surveyed his gaze around, assessing their situation and finding a way out of the mess. Feathers from her ruined pillows were flying around the air, the mirror from her vanity was shattered, and everything was a mess as the tornado of bullets lashed inside her room. Two thousand meters, a skilled sniper armed with high precision long-range rifle, probably with unlimited magazine left just waitin

Lilian dashed forward swiftly. Kiran circled from one o'clock to eleven o'clock. The sniper at eleven, quick to react, tried to retreat. The nine o'clock sniper fired at Kiran to cover the eleven o'clock sniper’s escape. Kiran's body vanished suddenly, reappearing in front of the eleven o'clock sniper. Shocked, the sniper hesitated, his eyes wide with fear. Bang! Kiran knocked him out. The nine o'clock sniper tried to shoot, but Kiran’s silver needle hit his forehead, killing him. The sniper, who failed to kill Kiran, was himself killed by Kiran.