Ben 10 Bounty Hunters Novels & Stories

"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."

The other guy spoke. A lot of questions were running through my mind but i just want to be careful “ What are your names and do you know who killed my dad? I asked “ My name is Onos and my partner here is Ben. for your dad we didnt know who killed him but we heard, it was a group of werewolves that attacked and killed your family. It was as if they were targeting your family only.” “ No problem, let me have your contact. We will talk another day” I said and I was about to leave to meet my mate where he was waiting for me. Then I heard Ben called

High cheekbones and a very very sexy lips with an equally straight nose. So freaking beautiful. My breath caught and my heart seemed to be not functioning properly. It kept stuttering, beating out of time. As he stepped in he completely ignored my presence. Three steps ahead, he turned and looked in my direction, who was beside the shop's door and the most cornered place beside the window. He turned and I could see the tattoo that ran up on the side of his face, like a carving of some kind, so beautiful. He surpassed the hot meter. He could be in a magazine, posing and the article will be titled, 'Dark angel spotted nearby.'

Oh hell no, this was just too weird and besides the point. “Why are you outside?” she asked Brad. Not that she had been hoping he had become a vampire’s lunch or anything. Brad gave her a look like she was two baskets short of a picnic “Did you not see what was happening in there?” he asked incredulously, his voice going up a couple of octaves. “You’re an Elite,” she pointed out, folding her arms across her chest. “Even an Elite can’t take out a target in a room full of vamps like that, Izzie, Christ!” he snapped, almost popping a vein in his forehead.

He then spitefully grinned at me, changing his serious mood. “What are you?” I staidly inquired. This is the first time I set an eye upon such a demon-like creature and based on my encounter with that other devil; they are riskier to fight than 'normal young to average' dragons. “What am I, huh, you are the second person who asked that question.” He deliberately informed, “But I will give you a different answer.” After a deep sigh, he replied, “I am a hunter.” I narrowed my gaze, furiously thinking about events and people that are connected to the word ‘hunter’, but none. Not a single memory about it. He mentioned a ‘bounty’ earlier. Is it about it?

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.

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

Hunter barged inside the old abandoned factory. He wasn't alone. Three of his men were with him. Hunter has come along with Aurora and Draken saying he won't let them go alone as security should be tight because of Alonso. To his surprise, none of them said anything, and also Aurora didn't ask for Silvia to come along with her.

He grumbled as I brought my hands down to see him rubbing his side. “Isn’t your job to be invisible? Part of that is not talking.” Sarael rolled her eyes. “His question was rude, mostly the tone. But just so we can be prepared for people coming after you, what was the bounty?” “I don’t know how flattered I am, but he set it at a million.” I frowned. “A million USD or EGP?” Azriel questioned, arching an eyebrow and ignoring my Aunt’s previous comment that he should be invisible. “USD. One million American dollars to the person that brings me to him, dead or alive.” I scoffed. Of course, Father would put the price in American money as it would entice more of the American hunters.

“Do you have a death wish? Do you have any idea who he is teamed up with?” “We are well aware,” Bastien said, “that’s why we have come to you, Kol.” “It is a death sentence, Bastien, my answer is no!” “I told you this would be a waste of time, this man is a coward,” Leo spat bitterly. Kol rose from his seat with a furious look in his eyes, “I am no coward! A skilled bounty hunter like me knows a fool’s errand from a daring raid.” I recognized the name Kol although I had been away for nearly two decades, I could not believe that he was still alive and well. Usually, bounty hunters especially those who hunted supernatural creatures like vampires didn’t live very long and the reason was obvious