Bounty Hunter Novels & Stories

"I'll take that bet." Then without saying another word, Nikolai dragged me out. I didn't glance back at the man I called father but I could tell he was watching me as I left with Nikolai. No one stopped us as soon as we stepped outside the cave. "Nikolai, what's he talking about?" I asked. "What's the bounty market?" Nikolai still gripping my wrist tightly answered, "The bounty market is a dark website used to announce a person wanted dead. Assassin's all over the world take the hint and if the reward is good, they kill the person."

While bleeding to death from different heavy injuries, the crescent moon scar of the Primordial burnt slightly beneath her skin and glowed dull dark red. The outside view of Sector 85 appeared as a huge vehicle garage, but inside it had an underground operational basement with special forces. They were called the ‘Hunters’. Their mission was to hunt down the werewolves and kill every last one of them. Their hatred for werewolves was way over the top. The five SUVs that entered the city a day before were an escort for the leader of the branch who was ordered to lead the mission after the news of the recent incident that occurred.

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.

Even with silver, once it was out of the body, healing took very little time but it had already been a week and the scar bothered me as much as the strange girl standing in the clearing. “How’d he even get a shot off at you?” Derrick asked as he grabbed the report I’d been reading. He’d read it before. We’d all read it. Rogues were testing the borders of small packs and a few had even tested our borders. They were growing more daring with each attack and there were rumors that a rogue king was leading them. And that’s why I agreed to continue the pact with the hunter society. We needed the hunters investigating the rogues so we could reinforce our borders and find out where this supposed rog

"You stole her from ME! She was unhappy because she was attacked at The Hunt and she was terrified she would be attacked again and what do you do? YOU ATTACKED HER!" The man flinched as he listened to Nate talk. The raider wasn't evil, he was muscle for hire, and he didn't often take jobs. None of them did, but when they heard that a man's mate had been stolen from him, they knew they had to act. Now, it appeared they had been tricked. The man hadn't had his mate stolen. The man had stolen another person's mate and he had helped. "I swear, I thought she was being held captive. We all did. We're just hired muscle, we don't kill, we don't torture, we just try to set the tribes to rights," the

Hunter barged inside the old abandoned factory. He wasn't alone. Three of his men were with him. Hunter has come along with Aurora and Draken saying he won't let them go alone as security should be tight because of Alonso. To his surprise, none of them said anything, and also Aurora didn't ask for Silvia to come along with her.

My stomach dropped. "What?" He nodded. "I hired investigators to find you after you dared to run from me that morning. It took them a week to find you." Something was slamming hard against my rib cage in a really violent way. I knew what it was. My heart. "I found out who you were—Matteo Leone, a twenty three year old bisexual man, living in your father's house like a prisoner." He leaned forward slightly. "I learned everything about you—your urm... useless family, and your situation within hours of funding you."

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.

I’d heard it before I’d seen him, whispered by people who didn’t want to be overheard. A bounty hunter, they said. The kind who always gets what he’s after. But standing here, watching the way he moved, the whispers felt incomplete. Hail wasn’t just a hunter; he was a soldier. Every step he took was deliberate, calculated, his body built like a weapon forged for battle.

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