Benn Beckman Bounty Novels & Stories

“If Balor is leading the raiders then we're in more trouble than I thought. He either works for Mannus or someone who was willing to pay higher.” “Think about the enemies you have then, who wants your head on a pike?” I asked sarcastically. “Everyone,” He said with a smile. “That’s the problem. I'm Sweeney Brockbank, I run the finances for all the realms, there's a bounty on my head every minute.” “That's why you're so eager about alliances,” I replied.

His body was rigid against mine. "What's wrong?" I asked, voice still sleepy. He did not answer right away. Instead, he pulled me closer, burying his face in my hair for a long moment before speaking. "Damon showed me the note. And we got intelligence overnight. Someone put a bounty on you." The words hit me like cold water. I sat up, pulling the sheet around me. "A bounty?"

The door swung open, and another masked man entered. " What does he have to say?" A.D asked Wayne. " Nothing." He gave a subtle look at Zeta who squinted at them. Alpha Damon nodded brusquely, giving him the go ahead to speak. " He has put up a bounty. He employed the best hands to track us." " So?" " I knocked them out. I am the best at this game." Wayne boasted. " Good, now I know that you are more sensible than you first looked. How is the other status?" He asked in a code. It was to ask if he had taken care of Belinda's informants.

"I'll take that bet." Then without saying another word, Nikolai dragged me out. I didn't glance back at the man I called father but I could tell he was watching me as I left with Nikolai. No one stopped us as soon as we stepped outside the cave. "Nikolai, what's he talking about?" I asked. "What's the bounty market?" Nikolai still gripping my wrist tightly answered, "The bounty market is a dark website used to announce a person wanted dead. Assassin's all over the world take the hint and if the reward is good, they kill the person."

If this is what Aisha wants, then she will never succeed. Duke stood up on his chair and walked near the window glass of the office where he could see everything, those large company buildings, restaurants, cafes, pedestrians where people are busy walking through, etc. He was busy looking everywhere when his phone rang he immediately took it out of his pocket, his best friend, Cain, was calling him. “What do you want, Fuentabilla?” Duke rudely said as he answered the call. “So sweet of you, dude; you should be proud I called you.” He heard him laugh over the phone.

Maya replied, her heart hammering against her ribs. “Very reliable. Where did you find him?” The question hung in the air, innocent and lethal. “Through a service,” she lied, the words tasting bitter. “Highly recommended.” Alex took a slow sip of his whiskey. He turned to look at her, his expression inscrutable. “Good. It’s important to have people you can trust in close quarters.” He paused, letting the implication settle like dust. “Vulnerability is a luxury we can’t afford, Maya. Appearances must be maintained. At all costs.”

I asked, my voice barely a whisper as I stepped closer to him. Bellamy kept his eyes glued to the master rogue network feed, watching the active bounty page refresh every ten seconds. "Vance is a lot of things, but he cares about his legacy. He won't risk Ravena getting caught in a public pack war." For two whole minutes, nobody breathed. The digital clock on the wall ticked loudly, counting down the seconds of our lives. Suddenly, the primary screen flashed bright red. "Wait," Bellamy muttered, his brow furrowing deeply as he leaned so close to the glass his breath fogged the display. "The page is updating. The transaction code is shifting."

If the humans saw this, I bet they would laugh at how idiotic our kind and the purebloods dealt with our offenders. I would laugh too and I'm an Alerian. It was just too incredulous. "Rebecca Beale, any last words?" Ladden said with no emotion as he stared at her with cold unfeeling eyes. I switched my gaze to Rebecca as she started to speak. "Yes," she said softly. "I have something to say." "Go on." She took a deep breath as she struggled to say her piece. "Uh...I know that..." she glanced to her side to look at Lynus. "I ah..." Crap, she was losing it.

"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."

Finally, Phantom Marionette’s hoarse voice sounded, “If it was any other time, he would have finished us off by now. But he hasn’t made a move yet. That means he is afraid of us.” Phantom Marionette let out a grim smile. “Let’s try our luck! We can double up our fees. There is more than the bounty from the Jones family. Don’t forget that there is also an 800-million-dollar bounty for the Palace Master on the dark web.” The bounty instantly motivated all the killers. Everyone’s eyes lit up. Phantom Marionette pulled out a curved blade from his waist and carefully moved towards Tyr. “You guys, are you really planning to lay your hands on me?” asked Tyr, starting at the group of killers gloomil