Bounty Hunter Gang Novels & Stories

My raised eyes began to furrow, I started to think of anything he could possibly discuss with the moon goddess. "The hunters are not to be trusted, Elena. They are malevolent, evil. They manipulate people into thinking they are saving the world from harm. Their game is to make the world believe in them and then attack from the back. The hunter boys are just agents, working for their malicious father." "Do you know them that much?." I snuffed a question. "Believe me, I've eaten and dined with them. I've worked with them and they betrayed me. " I breathed out, tucking the instinct that made me not believe her behind. The way she explained about my mate and the house of the hunters were unbelie

" Look at it Boss, the lady was dressed in black with dark shades, she does not look like a normal lady" " How did you know?", Stephen scoffed. " I do not know, I just thought that was the truth. A normal lady do not dress like this", Ashley said, he referred to the woman in the picture dressing. " Your logics is wrong Ashley but you guessed right, look at the tattoo on her wrist", Leo said as he zoomed the picture of the lady's hand. There was a crescent sign on her hand. " This belongs to Dimitri's gang, they all have it on them", Leo explained.

Detective Kidman said. “Names,” a white man said sternly. “I have the right to know who shot my daughter.” The other parents mumbled their agreement. “Lawrence Mitchell, Lenny Woods, Neil Simon, and Ben Kelly,” Detective Grayson answered. “They’re middle-aged men who couldn’t find new jobs in the financial field. Ben Kelly was in ruinous debt. Lawrence Mitchell and Lenny Woods had to take jobs at restaurants. Neil Simon had lost his condo and was working as a dish washer at the men’s club he used to be a member at.”

...Hunter POV... I was growing agitated. I didn't want to be here in the first place, but once I was informed that someone was stealing from me, I decided to deal with the issue personally. No one steals from the Reaper and gets away with it. I am one of the most feared men in the world. I was abandoned as a baby and was forced to fend for myself at an early age. I grew up in Soacha, Colombia. One of the most dangerous cities in the world. I came from nothing, and nothing was ever given to me. I always had to fight for what I wanted. I became ruthless as my compassion for others died out. My desire for power is what drove me to where I am today. I was a kid when I started working as a drug m

“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.

As one of them moved to stab Shayan, a firm grip stopped him. All eyes turned to see RV standing in the doorway with a murderous glare, holding the goon's hand tightly. Shayan's lips curled into a smirk at the sight of his friends arriving with equal determination. The combined force of the "Great Black Tigers" quickly subdued the goons, leaving them unconscious on the floor.

Fafnir did the same, charging forward with black spear in hand! On the other hand, Bigby stood where he was, but he was throwing all kinds of mystic treasures like the rain! Hwata and Udal traded glances, but they had no choice other than to leap forward as well. Bang! Pandemonium erupted as both sides collided in a violent battle. The bounty hunters had come charging to the Eternia Seminary, intent on waiting for Caleb's return and claiming the bounty on his head. They were numerous and belonged to various clans and factions, each of them elite combatants desiring that billion-dollar bounty.

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.

Hunter had rescued us once again, but at great cost. A few other leather clad gangsters moved swiftly, hiding in the back of a large van with a huge rose painted on the side as a black and white silhouette, a perfect mirror of the tattoos on Hunter's arm. These are his people, his gang. Hunter may be a dangerous mobster, but he also just saved my life.

The principalities had problems bringing those criminals to justice, so a unique profession was born—the bounty hunter. Although the bounty hunters belonged to social groups, they were recognized by various principalities. Furthermore, if they managed to catch a criminal, the principalities would reward them for their effort. With that practice in place, the profession prospered, and finally, the Bounty Alliance was formed. Their headquarters was in Alandis. Darryl was moved by Dominic's help. He took the recommendation letter and smiled gratefully at the man. "Thank you!" Darryl knew that Dominic had been helping him because of his relationship with Master Franklin. Then again, Darryl knew