Bounty Hunter Cowboy Novels & Stories

the bartender said happily. “Unavailable?!!” The wolves in the bar chorused unhappily. “Look…ya gentlemen must be mistaken or ya must’ve misunderstood something,” the cowboy said as he got up on his feet. “When I drink at this bar, I only drink whisky. Do yourselves a favor and return the bottle before leaving.” The cowboy returned to his seat like nothing had happened. “I don’t have time for this. The rain isn’t as heavy as before. Let’s head out, Ghen,” I ordered.

But I figured it was curiosity probably mixed with mockery and perhaps glee I was sure they would have plenty to say the minute they arrived back at home. "Matteo." Alessandro's voice close to my ears pulled my attention back to him. I glanced at him. "Yes?" I asked, brows raised. He gestured with his eyes. Mine followed his. They landed on a man in his fifties with a broad smile sitting on his face. My eyes narrowed. "This is Marco Santini,"Alessandro began to introduce, "my business partner."

When we were kids, she used to get us into all kinds of trouble and I would always get blamed for it because once she flashed those big blue eyes, no one could accuse her of any wrongdoing. “To do it more often?” I laughed, thankful for the comic relief. Despite my bravado and earlier reassurances to Devon, I was still nervous. As he said, I did not like to kill animals. Werewolves were actually peaceful creatures and we didn’t hunt other animals asides from the Grant Hunt and the wolves who did it for sport. It wasn’t banned or anything so they were in their rights. It just wasn’t something I liked doing. For this reason, I was nervous. Plus, the Alpha’s arrogant son, Louis was participatin

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

"Didn't you tell it yet to the leaders of the village? "No. I want to hear first what happened to you." Flint nodded from what the alpha leader said and start to narrate what happened when he encountered the werewolf hunter. "Well, she's gorgeous and sexy. I meet her in the bar where humans just want to have fun. I didn't realize it was a trap because I don't sense anything from her nor if she was dangerous to be with." Kasper glared at him after what he said. "What?" Flint asked innocently.

He concluded within his thought. "I guess no one noticed her being here, why would she have made a ruckus to drive them out in the first place, that's unlike her." He thought to himself once more. "But... maybe she might have been the one to kill that werewolf and mark him." The scout said. "What do you mean?" Vladimir asked. The scout then scurried on his knees over to where the body had sat up with lifelessness wreaking from every portion of it. Vladimir followed suit when he saw to the red stained pattern engraved unto its chest. It was beyond baffling and almost incomparable to anything he had ever seen before, at least that was what his expression gave off.

“Are they really going to just let me fall back?” That's actually... cause me a sigh of relief. I'm tired by the eyes that following my every steps! Then there's Grandma I notice anxious and been in contact with the messengers lady. And everyone of them is given grandma a jade, however it only cause Grandma to deeply anxious. Then her expression greatly change, she said in certainty, “It must be those horrible species! The Lycan kidnapped the future of the huntress!” “Future... of the huntress?” I curiously eyed everyone that suddenly voice out their wanting to wipe out the species they despise.

We spot a few supernaturals. A group of bounty hunters, gathered near the entrance of a bar. They’re talking in hushed voices, passing around a worn-out bounty poster—my bounty poster. Achilles nudges me. "Oh, this is too easy." I raise a brow. "What are you thinking?" A slow, mischievous grin spreads across his face. "Watch and learn, love." "Oi!" He calls out, swaggering over to the group, his Aussie accent thick. The bounty hunters turn, sizing him up.

She said in her still calm voice. “Emma get behind me!” Lucas shouted. Emma quickly ducked behind Lucas. “Smart move. I could have shot her in the first moment if that was what I wanted to do. So, really rather pointless nonetheless.” “Shoot this fucker in the head already!” The cowboy yelled, abandoning his country accent. The head woman pulled the trigger, and her pistol fired. Lucas saw the flame spew from the barrel and closed his eyes. In the next moment he felt the full weight of the cowboy drop from his arm and thud on the ground.

He laughed. “It shoots blessed wooden stakes. It will work just fine.” “You’re a hunter?” he hissed, backing away. “What gave me away?” I smirked, not moving the gun. “What do you want? And what happened to you?” “Your guards put up a hell of a fight.” I smiled, “My employer wants back what you stole.” “I stole nothing, who is your employer?” he asked, annoyed. “The order has sent me on behalf of Alpha Rawlins, you have taken something important from his pack, and he wants it back.” I explained.