Bounty Hunter Ben 10 Novels & Stories

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.

But for a devilishly long time that made my heart stop momentarily. “He touched me. Everywhere. For the first time in my life I was… touched like that, so passionately, so desperately and it was scary.” I gulped, observing his horror-stricken realization that disturbed my whole being. I wonder how long had locked his eyes on me. Yet, for my own consolation, I asked, “Was it you?” Only the Hunter was capable of reaching its target silently without leaving a trace or getting caught. There couldn’t be anyone else. “You had a 1 billion bounty on your head.” He mumbled, holding the hem of his shirt, pressing his teeth together in desperation.

he inquired, momentarily forgetting about Raven's presence in the room. Uncle Ben nodded in affirmation, his face displaying a mix of seriousness and determination. "Yes, our scouts have reported sighting the group of vampires and were able to identify one individual in particular," he replied, his finger hovering over a button on his pointer. With a click, an image appeared on the screen, capturing everyone's attention. "Him," Uncle Ben continued, emphasizing the significance of the figure displayed before them. As Raven's gaze focused on the screen, her forehead creased with a frown. The person in the picture struck a chord of familiarity within her, though she couldn't quite place where s

Ben, takes Miss Sia Zen into his care till she recovers from memory loss. Uh !!! Only an hour had passed since she was brought here. How was it already on the news? She used the news link to check out his profile. Mr. Ben had won many accolades in Botany. He was known for being selfish and reserved. She browsed through many other news articles about him. She almost dropped my ROD when she read, ‘ Mr. Ben has finally attained immortality through his outstanding contribution to Botany.’ It was dated 5th April 2076.

Some looked at their classmates, curious who would raise their hands, but none did. "No one?" Guren asked in disbelief, but his face remained stoic, and he sighed. "We're already at a disadvantage." He then pointed at a member of his team, a boy. "You are the eighth-ranker, respectively, correct? And if I remember correctly, your name is Benedict?" "Yes," the eighth ranker, called Benedict, answered with a nod, his fluffy brown tail swaying a bit as he moved ahead. "I usually play as a Knight, but I can be one of Your Highness's Hunter for now."

The thugs behind hearing that couldn't hide their surprise, "F^ck? What? I didn't expect you to do that, Ben!" That despicable bandit named Ben bit his lip and said, "Are they now on my side or on this bastard's side? I'll tell you guys, he's a former member of the State of Cerberus. If we could bring it back to our big brother, wouldn't it be glorious?" One of the thugs said in surprise, "Really? Is this bastard from the state of Cerberus?" Ben then nodded and said, "He has a three-headed dog tattoo on his arm. I saw it the other day!"

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.