Benn Beckman Bounty Novels & Stories

I said casually, still watching them keenly. The man who had spoken before sneered mockingly, “He’s trying to bluff, but we know you are not the Alpha anymore. The great Alpha Draven is.” Great? “There is a secret bounty on your head. Only a few, organized men like us know about it and we had a feeling you’d come back,” he said and grinned, “the Alpha said, dead or alive, the bounty stands.” I frowned in confusion, “Draven was the one who placed the bounty on my head?”

“Five million to whoever gets to him first. Another five if they bring us his head. And five more if they bring him in alive, so we can make him die screaming.” A low murmur of approval passed around the table. No one objected to that. The decision was made. Without another word, Jett stood up and walked out, already making the calls. Jason’s phone buzzed as he finished a set at the gym, sweat glistening on his muscular arms. He snatched the phone from the bench to see the caller: it was Jamal White. “Yes?” he said, his breath steady despite the intense workout. “Sir, the Montgomery family... they’re looking for you,” Jamal reported calmly. “They have a bounty on your head.”

“Tell him.” The soldier had a ‘who me?’ look on his face, but he did as I asked. “We’re his security detail. Make sure nobody messes with him.” “See? They just want to make sure no one tries to claim the ten grand before the King can withdraw the bounty. It’s a lot of money.” Dag sucked his teeth. “Ten grand? That’s chump change, bruv.” Had they really made more than that? Killing beasts couldn’t have netted them that kind of profit, could it?

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.

Bounty says, and the two of them walked out of the house, “have I ever offended you?“ Bounty inquired, “No, and why did you ask such a question?“ Angela asked, “Why did you give me a broke nigga and gave loaded nigga to my friends?“ Bounty asked, “am not in charge of allocation,” Angela says, “and trying to be contented with anything that comes to your ways,” Angela says, “and why did you do that to me?“ Bounty says, “I didn't do it but the consultant allocated Jack to you and the guy is fully loaded, and wealthy” Angela says, “manage him,” Angela says,

“By order of Alpha Desmond, a bounty is placed upon the fugitives who betrayed the new order of the pack!” Mira’s blood ran cold. Becca’s fingers tightened on the basket. “Luna Becca, Lady-in-waiting Mira, Beta Max, and the former Alpha, Eugene.” The guard’s gaze swept over the faces in the crowd. “Any wolf who provides information leading to their capture will be rewarded handsomely in gold and favor.” Gasps rippled through the market. Some looked afraid, others intrigued. The promise of gold was tempting, too tempting. Becca grabbed Mira arm, whispering urgently.

Mane spoke, and a few professors chuckled. “Young Supreme, the bounty put on you was an unordinary one. A universal bounty is exactly what it sounds like: it is a bounty that has a reward so attractive that everyone in the universe – everyone without proper morals of course – would be interested in claiming it. That isn’t enough though. The reward for the bounty has to be offered to the Bounty Hunter Association in advance so that once the mission is completed, and the details verified, the reward can be given.” A professor from King’s Crown Academy patiently explained, and his words enlightened Mane.

King said, still trying to change my mind. But it was already made up. “It’s not just her,” King said. Not to me but to Bejamin. “What?” he replied. “It’s not Lucille you’re banking on to keep you safe. It’s something else or someone.” Benjamin said nothing but had a bright smile. The two men had a stare down for a moment. “You’re wrong,” Benjamin finally said. The way he said it made me pause. “You know I’m not. The money for a bounty… you don’t have it. Someone else must have funded it. Who is this person?” he said.

His eyes pop when he sees the alias given to him, "Grey Hair Serious Sword Guy? Who even writes these things?" Bill burst out laughing as he sees his bounty, "A jump of two hundred thousand from one hundred and fifty thousand. How does that feel Tim? I'm now worth fifty thousand more than you." "I'm happy for you", Tim says with a kind smile. Bill drops on his knees, "No! You're supposed to be distraught, I finally surpassed you." On his bounty he sees the name, Malicious Head Breaker. "The hell!" He snaps. Tommick looks at his bounty. He runs his hand down his golden hair and says. "Stylish Golden Hottie With An Attitude. Two hundred and eighty thousand from one hundred thousand? How stylis

Aspen snapped, "And you didn't think to tell me? Do you have any idea how dangerous this place is for you right now?" Andrew chuckled lightly. "You're being too paranoid. It's not that serious." Aspen shouted, "You're too careless! You won't even know what hit you if you're not careful! Kenny and Sherilyn, together with the Goldings, already issued a family vendetta. That bounty's live, and it's for 300 million dollars, Andrew. That's enough to turn every mercenary, thug, and assassin into your enemy." Before Andrew could respond, Aspen continued, "Just sit tight. Find somewhere quiet to hide, and send me your location. I'm coming to get you."