Bounty Hunter Anime Novels & Stories

“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

It might be good to hole up here with Paul for a while, do some odd jobs, get as much liquor as I like, and then eventually go on my way when I’ve decided which way that’s going to be. But he shakes his head. “Not for me,” he says. “I’m talking about a bounty.” “A bounty? Seriously?” “I know,” he says. “I haven’t seen one in years. It’s pretty uncommon for shifters to want to take down one of their own.” “Yeah, it is,” I say. “I don’t know if I can have any part of that. What kind of shifter pack would turn on a fellow shifter? I mean, turn them out of the pack, sure, but take out a bounty on them? That’s not natural.”

] A cold, emotionless synthetic voice came from everyone's phone at the same time. "Quest One. Publicize the evidence of Gary's papers written by a proxy. The Bounty is three thousand dollars." "Quest Two. Find the female student from the department of finance who was getting intimate with Gary in the video. The Bounty is five thousand dollars." One quest after another appeared. On the app's map, the small red dot that represented me disappeared completely. In its place was Gary's real-time location. It was a huge, flashing red dot like a target. At that moment, the hunter became the hunted.

​The "Great Hunt" had turned the surface of Neo-Tokyo into a neon-lit slaughterhouse. Above ground, the "Bounty-App" was chirping in the pockets of millions, a digital siren song of greed. But three hundred feet below the Ginza district, Leo Vane was leading a ragged procession of two hundred "Marked" shifters through a space that shouldn't have existed.

The door closed. Angry? Did I do anything wrong? Suddenly, I felt something in my right hand. I looked down. There was a dagger in my hand. Symbols began carving on the silver blade. And somehow, somewhere, I knew what they meant. “Marfóir Deamhan,” I whispered. The meaning came to me like a memory that was never mine. My voice cracked, as I translated the words. “Demon Slayer.”

I dragged myself off the floor and into the bathroom to wash all the blood off me and bandage my wounds. It was a painfully slow process. I had never gotten hurt when hunting before. Never. That was partly because I didn’t hunt and partly because in all my practice, I was a silent killer. I never engaged in fights. I ambushed and killed. There were times when I felt guilty about that style, never giving the animals a fighting chance, but I thought it was better in the long run. They would still loose, werewolves were at the top of the food chain with the exception of Lycans, although they had died out so long ago that they were now nothing more than a myth. By attacking them and ending it qu

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He is standing with his back turned against me, his eyes trained on the other person. I focus on him instead. He looks stunned, his eyes widened, and his lips parted. “That is impossible,” he mutters, shaking his head. “That veil hasn’t been breached in years. Who could have…” “Only one breed,” he drawls. “Hunters.” “Shit!” I didn’t think they were going to figure it out so fast. My breath hitches in my throat when he angles his head a fraction, when everything suddenly stops, as if he can sense me.

"And here I thought the Shadow Syndicate had some pride left." The shadows exploded. Ten figures materialized from the training shed. Seasoned A-class bounty hunters, clad in dull leather and tactical mana-armor. Synchronized lethality of a wolf pack. I didn't wait. I dropped my center, crimson silk tearing at the hem as I lunged. The first hunter - brute with a serrated shortsword - swung horizontally. I leaned back, spine bending into a bridge, blade hissing an inch above my nose. Planted palms on dirt. Executed a violent headstand-kick. Boots connected with his jaw.

as he stared at me blankly, I added, " it’s the ancient order of Valhalla Bridge.” He moved so fast and pinned me to the back of the booth, he moved my hair and revealed my pointy ears, as he studied my features he hissed, “Valkyrie?… you are a Valkyrie assassin.” I hissed at him as my claws sharpened on my good hand and I sliced across his face, causing thin lines of blood to drip down his face. I laughed, “I am not an assassin, otherwise you would be dead, I am a hired hand, determined to wipe out your kind.”