Bounty Hunter Character Novels & Stories

Smith said. ------- Goldman and Williamson waited as the plane landed on the private airstrip. Williamson thought about calling the sheriff in Hawaii, but he wanted to get more information first. Who was the bounty hunter? Did Ghost talk to him? Goldman drove a cruiser and Williamson drove the police van. Williamson figured three members of the bounty hunter’s team could ride in the back with Ghost. The hunter could ride up front with him - that way they could talk. The fourth member could ride with Goldman in the cruiser.

The familiar sultry deep voice sent shivers down my spine, more like fear because he sounded like one of our enemies truly, he removed his sunglasses before sending me a wink, and the familiar green eye flashed before me and that could only mean that Bella had asked for his help and he is our companion. “I never knew the day would come, that the Don of the Demon mafia would be on his knees in a hopeless and weak state. The fall of a great man.” He stated, moving to and fro while my idiotic brother grinned widely. “What can I say? It is an honour be of great importance and authority because it required two tectonic forces to move me.” Hunter conveyed while flashing his bloody teeth. “Oh my, i

he assured. Upon hearing the term “bounty hunter,” the first name that crossed my mind was Estefan. After all, he was a bounty hunter as well. No one was better at finding people and capturing them undetected than him. That was why I had gone to him to help me find Aurora.

He had only just removed his shirt and was stood holding the open duffel bag in his hands, a look of pure disgust on his face. "Khaki?" he gave her an incredulous look. "Cassius!" It wasn't too much longer before Izzie was making her way back up the stairs, assisting a disgruntled Khaki-clad vampire. The uniform was a little ill-fitting but it wasn't overly noticeable unless you were up close. The brim of the snapback hid nearly all of his beat-up face if he kept his head down. Some of his wounds had started to heal but the process was very slow. He was really weak and the hole in his thigh wasn't pulling back together quickly enough and with the damage to the muscle, it was making walking a

Tyr was shocked as he witnessed the scene before him. When he was overseas, he had visited many bounty hunters headquarters, but he had never seen one so hedonistic as this. In Tyr’s mind, these people were like a retaliatory consumer group. It meant that they were too poor before, and once they got money, they could not help but buy every single good thing they could get their hands on. From the badges there people had, he could see that most of them were bounty hunters of Yamafuji Sai. However, at the same time, a few beautiful ladies were not bounty hunters, but Tyr felt as if he had seen them somewhere before.

I waited for a minute but when I realized he might be occupied for a long time, I turned to return to my room but stopped, alarmed by the figure blocking my path. A bounty hunter. My heart skipped a beat. Shit. I needed to have a serious word with my mate about the defences in his own bloody territory. The male wore animal skin that was characteristic of bounty hunters but everything else about him was unsettling, from his charred lips to his bad left eye that swivelled sickeningly in its socket. “Renshaw, aye?” He said then grinned, revealing blackened, broken teeth. “How the hell did you get in here?” I backed away, readying myself to run.

He looked up to see someone he knew that he really needed at the moment. 'Philip Vaquero', arguably the greatest bounty hunter of his time with very few competition. With an almost perfect record, he made his way to the top spot in the bounty hunter world and what made him fearsome was that all his bounties were top tier and of the highest grade. So if Vaquero ever came for you, all you could do was hope that you were wanted alive. Such a fearsome man stood in front of Nega and called him "BOSS" with a casual salute and he reciprocated with a casual "yo"

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.

Claire interrupted, “What exactly is a Hunter?” He took a deep breath, steadying himself. “A hunter is a type of human who was or is a Mythical bounty hunter. They have enhanced skills; fighting abilities, enhanced senses. I think one or both of your parents were Hunters. Especially after seeing you in action. Haven’t you ever wondered how you could fight and keep up with the wolves and vampires in your coven and pack? Love, you ARE A HUNTER.”