Benn Beckman Bounty Novels & Stories

As soon as it died down, Andre pulled me to a seat by the fire and motioned for me to sit down beside him. I sighed as I settled on the bench of one of the many picnic tables surrounding the bonfire. Andre glanced at me, as if aware of my churning emotions. I frowned at him. It seemed strange that he would already seem so attuned to my moods, but it was also comforting. I managed to give him a smile, though my lips trembled. He answered it with a crooked, breathtaking lift of his own. I found myself dazzled by him. He really was handsome...more so when he wasn't angry.

His heartbeat thudded like a drum under battle orders, but his eyes stayed clear—wolf-bright, yet resolutely human. The insurgent faction that had pushed for the trial occupied the front rows. Their leader, a lean alpha named Garrick Thorne, rose with a rustle of leather. “Understanding is not absolution,” he said, his tone sharp enough to draw blood. “You let the Beast loose on the Hollow. You tore through walls, through soldiers, through anyone who stood in your way. We all saw it. We all feared it. We still do.” Zara’s fingers tightened around Maxim’s sleeve. She had been there when the curse had shattered, when the Beast—an ancient predator bound to his bloodline—had surged forward to pr

My aunt made a rude comment I deliberately overheard. I also got a notification on my phone about a bounty the Council had issued on Bane. He was to be taken alive or dead, I myself preferred the last, to be brought to justice for his crimes against our community. I sent it to some of our associates, doubling the f*e if they killed him within the next month. I have no doubt in my mind that that bastard has already gathered quite a following of misfits and murderers. He has an aura that just makes them appear at his side. But also, the Bane I know and loathe with everything I have, is resourceful and cunning as hell. I will not make the mistake of underestimating him.

Before she could speak, Damien’s phone vibrated. He glanced at the screen. His expression changed instantly. “Aldo.” The butler stepped forward. “Sir?” Damien held up the phone. “It just came from our man inside the police headquarters.” “What happened?” Damien’s voice turned cold. “Vincent Devereaux has issued a private bounty.” Elena frowned. “A bounty?” Damien looked directly at Daniel. “Fifty million dollars…” “…for the man who just walked into this house.”

“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?

She’d probably call her this evening. Everything went online these days, but not the bounty office. You’d have to go in person, provide the proof, and fill in a bounty request form. Despite its outdated system, it would be an abomination to step into theirs sparkling floors by holding a bloody head. No, you’d have to pack it well, put it in a box, like a gift parcel. You’d be fined a thousand dollars, otherwise. ‘This was a civil society,’ they’d say. It was a busy day. She stood before the only vacant counter.

When this bloody guard had just finished speaking, a row of big red letters suddenly popped up on the electronic screen displaying the progress of the bounty mission. At the same time, the familiar female voice was heard broadcasting throughout the Western bounty venues. “Hidden mission unlocked! Destroy a base camp of the Hall of Evil for a bounty of 50 million dollars! “Congratulations to Team George for winning the first kill mission to destroy a base camp of the Hall of Evil. You’ve received a bounty reward of 50 million dollars!” Cheers erupted in all the underground bounty divisions! Team George was the most powerful team of bounty hunters in the entire underground bounty community. Th

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,

" Silverbell promptly whipped out her phone to dial Frank's number, but he was not answering even after she tried a few times. That left her even more anxious—the Martial Tournament was taking place soon, and Frank was caught in murder at this time and even fled the scene of the crime? Silverbell knew that this was not Frank's style, but there was no faking the details on the bounty. Both local authorities and Morhen would have screened through everything! "Five hundred million…" Silverbell gasped when she saw the value of the bounty. She was certainly concerned, as it was a very lucrative bounty even for Martial Alliance standards.

the bounty collector grunted with blood dripping from every holes on his face, trying hard to move his arms filled with scratches as Jared’s potency pressed against him. Then the one with the multi-colored beanie pointed his bow at Jared in the sky. He had seen enough, it was understandable he can’t beat the Divine Humane the least he could do was to make it stop then the Inhumane landed on the ground near the cratered floor holding the bounty collector’s hammer, staring at the only opponent left in the strong wind. “It’s two against one, mate.” The glowing Inhumane smirked. A way to sum up the situation.