Bounty Hunter One Piece Novels & Stories

What kind of man would have hidden her and hasn't been tempted by the bounty on her head? Wait! Or maybe that's what I need. A bounty hunter. A smile tugged at my lips at that thought. Oh yes....that's just it. Bounty hunters are more savage than investigators...although they are rare. They are always able to do their job. I faced the two useless investigators. "Get out of my sight, you can't even do a simple job " They turned to leave... "Oh, and make sure you top the money. We need to find that girl!"

“I work on occasion as a bounty hunter.” Aurien the bounty hunter. It surprised me. “Why?” He huffed, amused. “Even dragons grow bored.”

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.

Izzy asked, her brow furrowed. “Yes, in the Dragon’s Treasure, the hunter must find the thing that his mate treasures most and bring it to her. He took several tries to find what she treasured most and as soon as he guessed what she treasured he took off. He claimed her, mated with her and left her in the same week. She hasn’t seen him since.” Nate’s voice was low and he finally looked at Izzy.

Her eyes scan the ground to where the baseball bat lies between the two of them. "Oh, I don't need a weapon. Rather, I enjoy getting my hands dirty." Hunter declares, flexing his arm as he cracks his knuckles, making the tattoo of the scythe or a Grimm Reaper's blade twist on his arm in a menacing manner. The woman takes one look at the tattoo before gulping. Hunter takes a challenging step towards her, forcing her to take a step backward. The woman stumbles once more, petrified, as tears begin to slip from her eyes.

“Do you have a death wish? Do you have any idea who he is teamed up with?” “We are well aware,” Bastien said, “that’s why we have come to you, Kol.” “It is a death sentence, Bastien, my answer is no!” “I told you this would be a waste of time, this man is a coward,” Leo spat bitterly. Kol rose from his seat with a furious look in his eyes, “I am no coward! A skilled bounty hunter like me knows a fool’s errand from a daring raid.” I recognized the name Kol although I had been away for nearly two decades, I could not believe that he was still alive and well. Usually, bounty hunters especially those who hunted supernatural creatures like vampires didn’t live very long and the reason was obvious

My cheeks warm, watching as he silently watched me with an unreadable expression. I swallowed, averting my gaze back to the wound. “Was it the French?” I ask softly. Sasha shifts his weight, pushing deeper between my thighs. “Yes.” He replies gruffly. My heart hammers from our proximity, the thick steam of the bathroom not helping the situation. “A Russian bounty hunter, hired by the French for a large sum of money. “ He continues softly, tightening his hold on my waist with clenched jaws. My heart skips, fear flashing through my head, and Sasha could see right through it. “B-bounty hunter?” I asked shakily.

“What’s the catch?” “information.” “Carry on.” “On the American and the Sicilian alliance.” “We’re teaming up to get rid. of Milan. They have messed with my shipment as well as theirs. I also heard you’re messing with the Americans.” “Mmmhm. Let’s say I have a reason.” “I’ll trust you on that, but now that you know this, you won’t mind coming as backup, will you?” Backup. That was one way to show Jax that I am the Black Hunter and not someone to mess with. “I’d love to be back up.”

Izzie just stared at it, her thumbs running across the embroidery of the crest in astonishment. Francis had handed her an Elite issue hoodie. Did that mean she was now....? Opening it up a little further she saw it. Long, shiny and devilishly sharp. The Elite blade. The dagger she had dreams about for all these years. She picked it up with shaking hands it felt heavy and deadly in her hands. The handle was engraved with the Guild Elite Crest and the blade adorned with protection runes.

But how many innocent lives would be lost if we went to war with the hunters? Shaking my head, I reach up and rub the puckered scar where the wound had been. The bullet must have been dipped in wolfsbane as it was taking too long to heal. 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.