Bounty Hunter Stories Novels & Stories

Since there were two men inside, she chose to lower her head because they started to stare at her, especially since she had a large bandage on her cheek. "Have you seen the new bounty that mercenaries are fussing over?" one of the men asked. "Ah, you mean that new hunt that Hyperion is hosting? Of course, I know it. It seems like he is starting to come out from his dormant phase again, huh. So, are you up for it?" the other one asked in return. "Of course, I have some free time this week so I might as well look into Shantala Arceo. The prize is a whopping half a billion bucks so this won't be an easy one."

I had more. Within a week bounty hunters whispered her name across four cities. Mercenaries in Paris, hackers in Moscow. A poisoner in Prague who could kill with a kiss. They all wanted her—not just for the money but for the story. The girl with royal blood, the survivor of DOVE. The living key to a throne long thought extinguished.

Mortals caught whispers of her heroic deeds, stories passed down through generations, inspiring hope in even the darkest corners of the mortal realm. Her name became synonymous with courage, a beacon of light in a world filled with shadows. Her legacy endured, written in the hearts of those she had saved, a testament to the indomitable spirit of a hunter who had dared to challenge the depths of Hell itself.

This was where they usually go first if they wanted information, or news pertaining to the whereabouts of the whole West region. Hail O was a prestigious yet infamous place for bounty hunters. It had separate branches from each region running illegally in the darkest alleys of the most notorious towns. The owner was actually pretty acquainted with Kaizer, he was one of the elite soldiers of his father - the drunkard spear master, O Haden. "Where's your master?" Kaizer didn't waste any time for a greeting. He leaned aggressively at the bar counter and asked for O Haden.

Norah said. “I agree as well,” Elio followed suit. “I agree!” “I agree!” “I agree!” Countless bounty hunters responded. Florian's status in the bounty hunter community was unquestionable. He led Shadow Hunters to capture the top ten most wanted criminals many times before. He once fought an adult galaxy beast, the Titan Giant Ape, alone. Ultimately, he killed it and brought it back to the Royal Region, shocking countless people.

“Guests can leave.” He accepted that with a slight tilt of his head. “What I am going to tell you,” he said, “is going to be difficult to accept. I want you to hear all of it before you react.” “I am a bounty hunter who hunts werewolves. My capacity for accepting difficult information is considerable.” “This is different,” he said, and the steadiness in his voice shifted just slightly. Not much. Just enough to tell me that whatever was coming, it had weight even for him. “This is personal.”

Two of the bounty collector’s henchmen and women looked at the directions of the screams. “The bounty collector is killing anyone who hasn’t leave the city yet, what a gruesome thing to encounter after the warning, they’re unlucky anyways.” The fair skin middle-aged lady said as the cool wind blew revealing a marked ‘O’ on her right side of her waist. “Well it’s already over for them. We warned them to leave before this happened—but. Look over there at those three stony giants, probably the skill of a Divine Humane.” Said the hairy middle-aged man with a bearded Norse skipper, glowing in gold as he pulls his muffler scarf up to his mouth area.

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.

When this bloody guard had just finished speaking, a row of big red letters suddenly popped up on the electronic screen displaying the progress of the bounty mission. At the same time, the familiar female voice was heard broadcasting throughout the Western bounty venues. “Hidden mission unlocked! Destroy a base camp of the Hall of Evil for a bounty of 50 million dollars! “Congratulations to Team George for winning the first kill mission to destroy a base camp of the Hall of Evil. You’ve received a bounty reward of 50 million dollars!” Cheers erupted in all the underground bounty divisions! Team George was the most powerful team of bounty hunters in the entire underground bounty community. Th

"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