Bounty Hunter Gang Novels & Stories

If Rayna wanted to flirt, she could, but I wouldn’t be hiding behind him this time. Hunter’s Range Rover purred beneath us as we sped down the quiet road, the city blurring past. He didn’t talk much during the drive, his hands gripping the wheel tightly, his jaw set. As we pulled into the compound, the air around us seemed to shift. The gang’s headquarters was housed in a converted warehouse dark glass, steel walls, and rows of matte-black motorcycles and high-end cars lining the lot. Armed men stood at the gates, giving curt nods as Hunter passed.

“But the operators aren’t.” “You mean us.” “Yes.” “They go after the humans instead of the infrastructure.” “Exactly.” Kane considered that for a moment. “Assassinations?” “Maybe.” “Kidnappings?” “That too.” He looked sideways at me. “You’d know something about that.” I gave him a flat look. “Too soon.” “Probably.” But neither of us smiled. Because we both knew the truth. The Ghost Protocol had already proven they were willing to use any method necessary. Technology.

My fingers tighten around the phone as I stare at her message, trying to make sense of it. She’s scared. Or maybe ashamed. Maybe both. She shouldn't be, not after the nights we've spent together. So that’s it? - Liam I type, my frustration seeping through. You don’t want to be seen with me because of what I do?” - Liam Her response is instant this time. I don’t hang out with boys like you, Liam. I don’t get involved with... gangsters. -Liam The word stings more than I care to admit. Gangster. I know what I am, I’m not naive about it, but hearing it from her? That’s different.

"Movement. East." We were on our feet in seconds. Lucien handed me a rifle. "Stay behind me." I took it. "I am not staying behind you this time." He didn't argue because he knew it was useless. Three figures emerged from the treeline. Armed, moving fast. They were the bounty hunters. Lucien stepped forward, scent flaring. "Turn back." The lead hunter laughed. "We can't, that bounty's too big." Kael raised his rifle. "Last chance."

It could buy houses, erase debts, and secure futures. And so, the city had become a battlefield. A small-time gang scoured the abandoned districts, tearing apart rundown buildings and threatening homeless people for information. “Tell us if you’ve seen him,” one snarled, pressing a knife to a vagrant’s throat. “You think we won’t gut you for a hundred fifty million?” Elsewhere, a group of bounty hunters, equipped with military-grade weapons, stormed an underground club rumored to be hiding fugitives. Gunfire erupted as they took down criminals who refused to cooperate.

The team also reached out to a group of skilled hunters, humans who had dedicated their lives to protecting the innocent from supernatural threats. Led by Samuel, a grizzled veteran with a deep understanding of supernatural lore and a knack for strategy, the hunters brought a unique perspective to the group. They possessed an arsenal of weapons specifically designed to incapacitate or kill supernatural creatures. Assembling at a hidden stronghold deep within the wilderness, the diverse group prepared for the battle ahead. Each member of the team honed their skills and shared their knowledge, knowing that the survival of their world depended on their unity and collective strength. The moon wa

I said nothing, just lifted the steel, my palms hurt and split against the rough metal. My blood mixed with rain once I had been an heir, but now I was just another laborer in the mud. Every night, I stumbled back to the safehouse barely able to stand. Sometimes, I collapsed into the couch before removing my boots, but I could feel Ronan doing that for me. Then he would sit nearby quietly, watching. The guilt in his eyes said everything, but neither of us would acknowledge it. Several nights passed of me, going to work, then I heard whispers on the construction site, “ Bounty hunters are in the city, looking for the violent omega.” Collectors and Alpha gang bounty hunters.

He breathed in heavy, angry gasps. His accomplice stood a few feet away in the shadows. The nervous, lower-ranking bounty hunter shifted his weight from foot to foot. He held a wet tactical rifle tightly against his chest. "We should fall back, Garrett," the bounty hunter said. His voice shook with clear fear. "The Alpha heir's security detail is way too highly trained. They are not normal guards. We need to wait for backup. We cannot just rush them again. It is suicide." Garrett snapped completely. He lunged forward through the rain and kicked the bounty hunter hard in the chest. The man slammed backward into the brick wall, dropping his heavy rifle to the wet pavement with a loud clatter.

I would've smiled if fear hadn't gripped my heart, threatening to still the pounding thuds hammering in my ears. Henchmen was the Scorcher's name for the law enforcers that patrolled the perimeter of the walled Cities. Each town had their own legion and the scorchers hated them all, almost as much as the henchmen hated them.