Bounty Hunter One Piece Novels & Stories

“I think I owe you a debt, little hunter. A life for a life.” “As do I.” From the shadows stepped Salvor, chin dripping with blood. He wiped it away with a calloused, blasé hand, grinning wickedly at me all the while. “You took something of mine. I’d like it back.” The stake crumbled to dust between my fingers. I stared down at it, my heart falling through empty air towards a ravenous sea. I curled my hand into a fist. I would go down fighting. I would not take this – I would not –

Tyr frowned and walked towards the room. However, the seemingly calm man suddenly became nervous and blurted, “I used to be a bounty hunter affiliated with Yamafuji Sai. The gold was my share of the rewards from a mission I carried out two years ago.” “Yamafuji Sai?” repeated Tyr, turning to Ash. Ash nodded thoughtfully and said, “Indeed, there is such a bounty hunter organization in Japan. It’s quite popular here.” Having said that, Ash pressed his dagger against the man’s neck again. “Who gave you that mission? Where is that person now?”

Hunter and Monki were in full swing in battle. After that, they caught a glimpse of Bona, who was wearing a Sailor Moon mask and had also come to join in the fun, out of the corner of their eyes. Bona was very strong. She was giving each person a punch, and there were people who suffered crushing defeats wherever she went! Hunter was anxious as he turned his head around and shouted, “Oh, leave two for me. Don’t kill them all!” When the killer who was fighting him heard those words, he was stunned.

Norah said. “Then we, Golden Eagle Bounty Group, will prepare prizes for the fifth to seventh place,” Elio echoed. “We, Berserk Hunters, will prepare prizes for the eighth to tenth place,” Reggie said. “Very good! I believe that with the joint efforts of everyone, the bounty hunter community will be even better and eventually become an indispensable force in the empire.” Florian said with relief. “Captains, you have done your best for the development of the bounty hunter community. It is a great honor for me to be a bounty hunter,” someone shouted.

"Sir, it seems that a bounty has been placed on the young master by unknown individuals." Butler Fin spoke carefully, intent on staying on his master's good side. But the tone of his voice did indicate that his care wasn't because of fear, but concern for his 'master'. "The bounty wasn't limited to just the Bounty Hunters organisation, but every single organisation there is. Mercenaries, assassins, as long as they can be bought with money, all of them have received this information. And all of them would be coming for the young master." Butler Fin continued. His head remained slightly bowed, his focus on the carpet he stood on. The news he had just fed his master didn't do much in revealing

At the time they finished the whole bottle of the seemingly expensive wine, they stopped in their tracks. "It's time to part ways, huh?" said one of them to the hunter I knew. No... he could not just leave me here! He had to take me with him! I looked at him with desperate eyes. He was a bounty hunter and he did not care what would happen to his victims at all but I was still hoping that there were morals left in him. He could not just leave me when he knew, of all people, what would happen once he let them take me!

God how I miss him. Huh? We stopped, red light, he looked over his shoulder. Smiling, his tattoo made him more beautiful more than anything. Right then I know when James said he would give the moon and die for his boyfriend because right now I felt the same. Towards this stranger I just met.

In the chair sat a mountain of a man tall, dark-skinned, broad shouldered, relaxed like he owned the room. Oscar De Silva, the most dangerous bounty hunter in Aruyios. “How did you escape prison?” I asked flatly. He smiled. “Who said I escaped?” I poured us both a glass of brandy, my hand barely steady. We sat facing each other like old friends, though we were anything but. “So,” I finally said. “Aren’t you going to tell me what you’re doing here?” “I’m here to bring you back to Aruyios.” I scoffed. “My father sent you?”

Ruth didn't seem too pleased to see me. "Oscar Wilde, good to see you." Marco Winehouse said. He was the one in charge of the meeting, and he was the one with the intel. I sat down in the pub and paid for everyone's drinks as a token of my appreciation for them coming all the way to meet with me. "What is going on, guys? My uncle was beaten up, and my pack raided." I complained, and Marco exhaled. "You won't believe this shit, but Giles Hunter is back. His sect has done a lot of harm." Marco claimed, and I looked at him, stunned.

In its place was a high-resolution security still of my face, taken from the corridor just outside the seer’s trail. The text beneath my picture read: **BOUNTY REVISED. TARGET: ISABELLA ONE MILLION DOLLARS DEAD OR ALIVE.** The room went completely, terrifyingly silent. The hunter wasn't after Rohan an ymore. They were coming for me.