Bounty Hunter Cowboy Novels & Stories

Zephyra was glad for once, someone else was taking all the lusty looks from the men in the room. Though when she looked at the men, Zephyra was the one now giving the lusty looks. All three of them looked like they stepped right out of a Harlequin Romance. There was the Texan cowboy, complete with western-style boots and a Stetson hat. Next to him the badass military or cop persona. His light hair was cut short, and as he scanned the room, he silently threatened pain to anyone who dared to mess with him or his people.

She usually does that when she is nervous. “I am a bounty hunter.” “what do you hunt?” “humans who are being wanted by the cops, I catch them they pay me, I also hunt your kind, still to capture and hand them over to whoever is paying me. I hunt all sorts of supernatural beings.” “that’s … such a profession,” Cole says as his eyes slide on the storm and she hums a dry laugh. “so did you know that she does this?” I ask her and she shoots me a look I can almost guess is her pleading with me.

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.

"What…what are you- shut up! Because of you, I..." "But... why are you the one whipping me?" The Hunter tilted his head, his eyes glinted excitedly. "I didn't do anything to you back then, forgot? You were just watching from the corner, while I used your sister-" "Shut up before I rip your mouth apart, you filth!" Victor cut in. "Just what are you trying to steer?! Ella was the victim!" "Her? The victim?" The hunter snorted. "She's the one who told me her sister was worth triple the price! A rare wolf!"

Their blood tainted the pristine snow. A sharp sting ripping through my back. The bite of wolfsbane and silver rushed through my muscles. Snarling, I turned to find my attacker. Blood sprayed as I tore his head from his body. His lifeless body dropped to my feet. My wounds closed even before his head hit the ground. My wolves meted out death, tearing the hunters to pieces. But something was wrong. ‘Excellence,’ Hein spoke through the link. ‘Where are the rest of them?’

The guy quickly hits a button on his car, making the roof come up. Like the scorching sparkles a welding machine makes when heating metals, the machine gun discharges bullets at them furiously and unremittingly. Fortunately for Sophia, the bullets just bounce up and down on the window of the car. It's bulletproof. "Who're you?" Sophia questions with a loud tone. "They call me The Hunter," he replies. The Hunter? Thoughts run wide in Sophia's head. This was the same man who suggested throwing the girls out of a moving bus until they find her. What if this is a betrayal and he's only trying to take the bounty for himself rather than saving her.

“Yes, I do, you know it was your father's bull that knocked me off the Last Cowboy, right?” “Technically yes, but in reality, the Tsunami is mine, I gave him the name because when he jumps, he is almost vertical.” Rayka speaks and I notice a pride similar to that of a mother talking about her son. “But on the other hand, you managed to stop the Destroyer during the Iron Cowboy, that's a feat for few.” “Let me guess, another bull of yours?” I asks. “Yes, my two prides.” She speaks with a beautiful smile that lights up her face.

I did not stop there either until I was back home. I opened the car and the driver assisted me with Peter. He was taken inside and because of how urgently I needed to look at him, I had him get laid on the couch. The commotion brought Damon and Garrett downstairs and I just kept on working. "What happened?" Garrett asked while Damon came to look. "Bounty hunters." I responded. "Those bastards!" Damon yelled as he threw something across the room. "Help me! Don't just stand there." I said. "What are we looking for?" Garrett asked.

She made a mental note to watch where she stepped. Hunter was just coming out of the barn as she pulled up to the house. She took a moment to appreciate his tall, solid physique. He was again neatly dressed in dark jeans over worn cowboy boots. His neat chambray shirt was tucked in behind an oval silver belt buckle. The long sleeves were rolled up to the middle of his strong forearms. And once again, the black hat was back in place. I thought only bad guys wore black hats, she smiled to herself.

“If I’d ’ave known he left ye out there, I would have come fer ye myself hours ago.” One of the younger wolves clapped him on the back with a smirk. “Always the gentleman, Murtagh.” Despite his youthful features, a large red beard consumed half his face. “Shove off, Boone,” the dark-skinned cowboy with the eye patch grumbled. “You would have gone out and helped her too. Poor thing looks like the cat dragged her in.” A wolf so covered in tattoos he didn’t seem to have any bare skin left raised his glass. From his features, he was clearly of East Asian descent. “Or a group of rebel wolves.”