Widowmaker Sniper Novels & Stories

Mark's Pov *Flashback* I slammed his head hard on the glass while he cried out as I dragged the knife stuck on his shoulder blade down to his arm. "Let's try that again, shall we? Who did you sell that sniper to? What do they look like? How do I find them?" I asked the scrawny man who had his face crushed on the back seat window of my car. He was the one who sold that sniper used for my wife's ambush, Damian tracked the weapon back to him, and guess what?

The sniper shifted his aim from Dwight to Callie, seeking revenge on the woman who dared mess up his plan. Callie was wearing white, easy to identify in the darkness. Scarecrow took careful aim, then pulled the trigger. A gunshot rang out as the bullet flew through the window, finding its target in less than a second. Dwight, reacting swiftly, grabbed Callie and pulled her aside, but the bullet still grazed her abdomen. Pain exploded within her, and blood flowed profusely.

“Three shots. All to the heart. Clean, precise hits.” Alejandro stared at the photos, his hands slowly tightening. “The killer was positioned in a nearby building overlooking the church,” Silva said. “Professional work. Military-level accuracy.” Alejandro’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Who did it?” “That’s the hard part,” Silva replied. He pulled out more documents and spread them across the desk. “It took months, but I tracked down the sniper. Former special forces. Now he works for a private assassination network in Eastern Europe.”

"That's my girl. Make it clean." Raven set up her shot, finding the perfect angle through a gap in the shutters. The sniper was pinned down but still dangerous, still trying to complete his mission. She centered her aim on his chest. Controlled her breathing. Let everything else fade away except the target and the trigger. The shot was perfect. The sniper dropped without ever knowing what hit him. "Beautiful work," Vincent said, watching through the monitors as his security team confirmed the kill. "Now let's go have a conversation with our friend in the kitchen."

With one long step, I began to dash out of Lilith’s Flower Garden and through the busy streets of Metropolitan City, keeping my scanner’s locked-in focus function on the shadow of the culprit running from the rooftop of the Metro Hospital to another rooftop. “You potato!” I cursed as the culprit disappeared from my view. Surely, the sniper was a man enshrouded in black. He was wearing a thick mask, his neckline was all covered, not even a strand of his hair could be seen from that tight cap on his head, gloves were on his hands and his shirt was long-sleeved. Even if my locked-in focus could capture his image in high-definition, I wouldn’t be able to identify him. All I knew was that he had

Nick tapped Simon’s shoulder, then started to drag him away from his dead wife. “She’s dead Nathe, crying wouldn’t bring her back, why don’t you cooperate with me and i would help you find her murderer and bring him to justice.” Nick whispered to him, staring at the bullet in the woman’s forehead, Nick could easily identify the gun that was used, and it was certain that a silencer was also used. It was a perfect assassination.

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.

She expected something like that to happen anyway, so she calmly whispered in his ears. “Cedric, that woman right there is not Catherine. She is an impostor who tries to separate us again.” At that moment, Cedric’s eyes became almost blank. The maid knew the drug she gave him from earlier was starting to take effect. She placed a little shotgun on his hand and whispered again. “Shoot her, Cedric. Once you shoot her, we can be together forever.” Cedric who couldn’t think straight at that moment and didn’t even know which one was the real Catherine took the gun and pointed it at the real Catherine.

The sound made my stomach drop. I scrambled back until my spine hit the headboard. “Who are you?” I demanded, even though fear had already started creeping into my bones. “Why are you in my house?” One of them looked around slowly, his gaze dragging over the room before settling on me. “So you’re the widow,” he said. My throat went dry. “You need to leave this house right away.” He smiled, but there was no warmth in it. “Your house isn’t yours anymore.” My pulse quickened. “What do you mean? What do you want?”

It was the sound of heavy diesel-combustion hybrids—Old World tech that didn't care about radiation or EMPs. Ren stood on the command deck of the crashed freighter, peering through the spiderweb cracks of the reinforced viewport. He held the kinetic sniper rifle Rook had given him—a "Widowmaker" .50 caliber bolt-action that weighed nearly thirty pounds. It smelled of gun oil, cold steel, and history. There was no digital HUD overlay. No red diamond marking the enemy. No windage indicator projecting a calculated trajectory. Just glass optics, iron mechanics, and his own eye.