Ben 10 Bounty Hunters Novels & Stories

The bounty hunters sprang into action immediately, fighting off the enemy. "Gemma, get Nate out of here!" Eliza shouted, her sword clashing with an enemy's blade. Tyler and I supported Nate as we made our way back towards the entrance. But before we could reach the tunnel, a figure stepped into our path. "Aedin." I let out. The bounty hunters following behind us tried to attack but I stopped them. "He's the leader. You have to be careful." His eyes gleamed with evil delight, a cruel smile on his lips. "You don't have to warn them away, it ruins the fun. And by the way, are you leaving so soon?"

“We're ready to move.” I gave a single nod and followed them out into the open air for the first time in what felt like an eternity. Fresh wind struck my face. Dropships waited beyond the shattered entrance, their engines humming as rescue personnel secured the perimeter. As we boarded, Officer Brynn fell into step beside me. “The rat forces responsible for your capture have been eliminated, Your Highness,” he reported quietly. “The nest has been destroyed, and the surviving hostiles have been taken into custody.” I stared out across the scarred landscape. “So it's over.”

Ben screamed. “You humans and your attachments to people” he rolled his eyes, “I’m growing bored of this fight.” He snaps his fingers and a third hunter appears, this time a woman, right behind Tyler. She wraps her arms around him and they both vanish. “No” I screamed, running towards the hunter. Ben stops me. “Tyler is gone, but you won’t find him if you get yourself killed.” “Let me go” I cried trying to get out of his grip. “We will help you find him, I promise” Rod said.

“I think so. I know not all hunters glow when they use theirs, so I’m not sure if the glow is from my gift or from the god part of me.” “Dorian, was there anything in the archives about a hunter glowing when using their gift? I don’t think I’ve ever heard of that either.” Alpha Avery asks him. “Alpha, the only gift that causes a hunter to glow, is when the gift has something to do with seeing or ‘interacting’ with a soul. There are no hunters that currently have a gift like that. Any kind of soul gift is extremely rare.” Well shit. “So if I’m on a hunt, and I use my gift, I’ll glow and give away where I am. And any other hunters that are with me. That seems like the exact opposite of helpful

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?”

Luckily, Debbie knew how to forge her mother’s signature so the school had never thought twice about her two absences from afternoon classes, and her mother was none the wiser. They were being escorted to the lobby. “All right, everyone,” the tour guide said. “We’re going to break for lunch. When you come back, Mr. Geoffrey Mason will be meeting with you. He’s the vice president of Michelson Investments. He is eager to hear your inquiries and questions about what he does for a living.” Six men wearing black helmets barged through the glass doors and started firing automatic weapons. Screams of terror echoed around Debbie as she cried out in fear. The last thing she saw was one of the chapero

When you’ve hunted for the mafia, killed people they didn’t want to bloody their hands with, and taken out whole families, nothing sane remained. The little shit fired off a sloppy shot as I came at him. His movements were slow, almost clumsy - a reminder of his human frailty. And I dodged the bullet, not that it would’ve mattered much since my pain tolerance and healing ability were far above average. He fell backward and my wolf snarled, wanting to clamp its teeth around his throat. “Please.” He tried to get away, crab-walking backward; his face nearly green. “Here. Here’s a purse. It’s got money in it. I-I saw the broad go to the ATM.”

“I got a text from Jillie earlier. She told me that you’d need me. The funny thing is I was about to go to your house and tell you something.” “What?” “That the scent we were looking for was a rouge werewolf, with other DNA as well.” “Shapeshifter,” Xander stated. “It makes sense now. I kept getting that, but it didn’t make sense then.” I rolled my eyes. Leave it to them to figure it out at the last minute. “Well, I’m just glad you came. I’m glad Jillie thought to text you.” “Hey, if it isn’t too much trouble, could someone…oh, I don’t know…catch me.” Jillie stated the last two words coming out faintly as she began to sway.

Yet, Hunter finds comfort in Trent's steady presence, relying on his bondmate's confidence to lead them through the murky underworld. Trent reaches the first room on the right, and Hunter tries to follow him in but realizes it is more like a small closet. He hovers by the entrance, maintaining a cautious look-out to make sure no one sees Trent accessing their account. Inside, Trent approaches the CCD—the Credit Coin Dispenser. The tall metal column with a crystal panel halfway up functions as their monetary exchange system.