Romans & histoires Ben 10 Bounty Hunters

[Nadia’s POV] “Why are you doing this?” The question leaves Ben, the leader of the bounty hunters that I hired,'s lips while I examine my nails. I didn’t understand why he was even asking this since all he needed to worry about was doing what I said. “That’s my business,” I shrug, getting up and giving a stretch. “Anyway, your men should be back soon with the pest, right? Shall we get into place?"

" Understood eight twelve, reinforcement is already on the way." A child's birthday, oh god. Proles, these genetically engineered animals were monsters and Maddox had already seen with his own eyes what these beasts could do. He didn't want to imagine what she would be waiting for at her destination. But he would find out, because he was Venator, a state-approved hunter whose job it was to get the prole plague under control.

Standing in the center of the room his charcoal-gray coat stained with a single dark splash of crimson fluid from the shattered transport cylinder Jonathan looked down at his silver terminal pad with a look of profound unvarnished horror. The screen wasn't showing the completion of the Benson-03 sovereign trust. It was displaying a global administrative command string that was executing from a brand-new completely unlisted infrastructure node located miles, outside the continental United States. MASTER OVERRIDE EXECUTED BY RECOVERY PROXY: BENSON-04 I stared up through the hatch at the glowing screen. My heart stopped dead in my chest. My clinical mind calculated the sequencing number. Benson

Back at the docks, a black SUV rolled to a stop, its engine purring ominously. The door swung open, and a tall, imposing figure stepped out. Zayden. His cold, predatory gaze swept across the port. His men—silent, deadly—stood beside him, awaiting orders. One of the bounty hunters approached, swallowing hard under Zayden’s intense stare. “Sir, we almost had her, but—” Zayden raised a hand, silencing him. His expression was unreadable, but his fingers twitched at his side—itching for his gun.

Fafnir did the same, charging forward with black spear in hand! On the other hand, Bigby stood where he was, but he was throwing all kinds of mystic treasures like the rain! Hwata and Udal traded glances, but they had no choice other than to leap forward as well. Bang! Pandemonium erupted as both sides collided in a violent battle. The bounty hunters had come charging to the Eternia Seminary, intent on waiting for Caleb's return and claiming the bounty on his head. They were numerous and belonged to various clans and factions, each of them elite combatants desiring that billion-dollar bounty.

“What do you mean? A… bounty?” “Yes.” Hazel’s voice shook. “Declared an hour ago. Dead or alive.” My stomach twisted. Cold sweat slid down my spine. Dead or alive. A bounty meant hunters. A bounty meant wolves. A bounty meant strangers with greedy eyes and no hesitation to drag me back, or worse…. “Who?” The word tore from my throat, jagged and raw. “Who would do that?” Hazel hesitated, and that silence was louder than any answer. “No.” My chest heaved. “No, no…don’t tell me… Cardan. Did he—?”

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?”

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.