Bounty Hunter Novels & Stories

There were only two people on that island before Bo and Tanawat came, and this man is the person who received the first bullet Zia fired. “What the fuck?” I mumbled under my breath, trapping the cig between my lips as I lifted the picture, scrutinizing it closer. I can’t be mistaken about this man. He’s a bounty hunter who once tried to chop my head off, but I gave him a gift of my own instead. I marked his face with an X about two inches long. They don’t call me X because they like me.

He said. I just sat there completely in shock. Then I grabbed my champagne and chugged the class before setting it back on the table. Damien just smiled at me, trying to hide his laughter. “I don’t see how any of this is funny… Do you realize who I am?” I hissed. “Snow, trust me, I know everything there is to know about you.” He said. “No, I don’t think you understand… I am a Hunter. A VAMPIRE HUNTER… You are a Vampire. I’m supposed to kill you. Why would the gods make me your gifted mate? It just doesn’t make sense.” I said.

This was where they usually go first if they wanted information, or news pertaining to the whereabouts of the whole West region. Hail O was a prestigious yet infamous place for bounty hunters. It had separate branches from each region running illegally in the darkest alleys of the most notorious towns. The owner was actually pretty acquainted with Kaizer, he was one of the elite soldiers of his father - the drunkard spear master, O Haden. "Where's your master?" Kaizer didn't waste any time for a greeting. He leaned aggressively at the bar counter and asked for O Haden.

I said, glaring at the wolf, itching to stab that waggling tongue of his. Was there a way I could kill him without making Lucia even more suspicious? “Ryan, do you know these people?” she asked bluntly. Might as well give her enough to let me off the hook. “Bounty hunters. They are a small pack further East and they work for whoever pays them.” She pressed further stubbornly. “And do you know who that is? Who were they sent to kill?” “No,” I admitted truthfully. “They are often hired to capture deserters alive. There might be a runaway from Northern Fang on the loose.”

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

She usually does that when she is nervous. “I am a bounty hunter.” “what do you hunt?” “humans who are being wanted by the cops, I catch them they pay me, I also hunt your kind, still to capture and hand them over to whoever is paying me. I hunt all sorts of supernatural beings.” “that’s … such a profession,” Cole says as his eyes slide on the storm and she hums a dry laugh. “so did you know that she does this?” I ask her and she shoots me a look I can almost guess is her pleading with me.

“Great, I’ll come myself with one of my own. Oh, what’s the bounty hunter’s name?” “Um . . . shit . . . I thought I wrote it down. I got the card here. It says Triton Bail Bonds. They are legal in several jurisdictions. I guess they go after the big money where ever it is.” “That’s fine. The name of the business is enough. I really appreciate this. That bastard has eluded us for over sixteen months,” Williamson said. “Don’t thank me. Thank the bounty hunter when you meet him. Hope the reward is high. He and his team earned it with that spooky son of a bitch,” Smith said.

he patted me on the shoulder, I realised then that because I had commanded him not to shoot me he couldn't, this was my chance "Tell me who you are? Why do you want to kill us?" I asked, the man scoffed but answered "My name is Anton, I'm a bounty hunter, I was hired to kill you" he spoke the last bit looking at me "Why?" I asked a little freaked out "Because my boss doesn't like you" I looked at Thomas "Is he your boss?" I asked Anton pointing at Thomas "No" was all he said, I stepped closer to him

"A billionaire in D.C. is looking for his missing granddaughter. Word is the trail leads straight to Los Angeles. Payout is enough to buy three mansions in Beverly Hills." "Not interested," I said. "I don't do 'missing persons' cases. Don't bore me." "Wait! Don't hang up!" his voice dropped. "There's another one—a national bounty posted by the Darkstar pack." I stopped tapping the side of the bottle. "Go on." "The Darkstars is going ballistic looking for someone. They've put up a ten-million-dollar bounty just to get the 'Hidden Healer' to show their face. Even the person who gives the tip gets a massive cut."

These agents were the ears and eyes of the usurper's regime, their loyalty secured through a potent cocktail of fear, reward, and the insidious promise of power. Bounty hunters, men and women whose reputations were forged in blood and shadow, scoured the farthest reaches of the kingdom and beyond. Their quarry was Elara, and the price on her head was astronomical, enough to tempt even the most scrupulous. These were individuals who dealt in secrets and swift deaths, who understood the value of information and the finality of a well-placed blade. They were equipped with the latest in tracking tools, both mundane and arcane, and their methods were often as ruthl