Bounty Hunter Stories Novels & Stories

Smith said. ------- Goldman and Williamson waited as the plane landed on the private airstrip. Williamson thought about calling the sheriff in Hawaii, but he wanted to get more information first. Who was the bounty hunter? Did Ghost talk to him? Goldman drove a cruiser and Williamson drove the police van. Williamson figured three members of the bounty hunter’s team could ride in the back with Ghost. The hunter could ride up front with him - that way they could talk. The fourth member could ride with Goldman in the cruiser.

"Who're you?" "The Hunter," he responds as he tears the downside of her shirt to gain better view of the injury. "No. I mean...why're you killing your friends?" Sophia mutters. "Oh this guys? They're not my friends. They're bandits. I'm ex marine," The Hunter pulls out a white piece of cloth from the bag and puts it on the wound to maintain pressure. "I decided to live in a village after retirement and found out that different groups of bandits haunted the village. I got sick of it and decided to hunt them all down."

But not with locals. There were men with cybernetic eyes polishing rifles in the shade of tea shops. There were women in high-tech stealth suits haggling for water skins. Mercenaries. Assassins. The scum of the supernatural underworld. "The Executor wasn't kidding," Catherine whispered, standing close to Jack. She wore a white linen shmagh wrapped around her head, her blue eyes sharp and alert. "It's a convention. 'Bounty Hunter Con 2024'." "And we are the main attraction," Jack smirked. "Let's go say hello."

"How can you help, Regina? I'm drowning in my own misery." Regina's gaze softened, and she spoke with empathy. "Start by telling me. What happened that led to all of this? What did Victor take from you?" As Jack began to recount the series of events, Regina listened intently. His words painted a picture of betrayal, loss, and a deep sense of inadequacy. She could see the pain etched on his face, the wounds not only physical but emotional.

The realization began spreading across the room like ice. Sophia looked at Luke. “You gave them the login.” Luke’s face had gone pale. “I… don’t remember doing that.” Victor nodded. “That’s the brilliance of the plan.” Kyle ran a hand through his hair. “Who was the man in the photo?” Victor leaned back. “A broker.” “For who?” Victor’s smile faded. “For Nexus.” Sophia’s breath caught. The name felt heavier now. Not just a platform. A billion-dollar empire built on stolen code.

Hunter gave a small nod, his gaze steady yet unreadable. The joint operation between Hunter’s team and the SWAT unit was a daring mission, aimed at taking down the drug syndicate that had kidnapped Aster. Through their combined efforts, they managed to capture one of the syndicate's leaders. Their victory was another feather in Hunter’s cap—a major case solved yet again. The entire team received promotions for their bravery and skill, marking a proud moment for both the Navy officers and the Astral Guardians.

She was mine, and I’d tear the world apart to bring her home. That night bled into days, a relentless hunt that consumed me. I barely slept, my eyes burning as I coordinated with Rico, my lead bounty hunter, and his team, their reports a litany of dead ends. We checked every pensione, every vaporetto stop, every corner of Cannaregio where she’d last been seen. The $10,000 reward I’d announced in my press conference had flooded my phone with tips—tourists claiming they’d spotted a blonde woman, locals whispering about a quiet tenant—but none panned out.

I made him think I believe every word he says and he bought it. I was supposed to be hunting for this man who they call “the white dragon” that led the nightcrawlers. Shrugging it off, I accepted the job in exchange for triple the amount for our monthly allowance. Food is hard enough to get by in these times. I have to admit if it wasn’t for Hunter who took us into his pack we would have starved so I needed to do something about it. It has been weeks but nothing. It’s like they’ve all disappeared or shit like that. And when I heard my daughter ran away because of this pretty boy Hunter I wasted no time and left my post.

] A cold, emotionless synthetic voice came from everyone's phone at the same time. "Quest One. Publicize the evidence of Gary's papers written by a proxy. The Bounty is three thousand dollars." "Quest Two. Find the female student from the department of finance who was getting intimate with Gary in the video. The Bounty is five thousand dollars." One quest after another appeared. On the app's map, the small red dot that represented me disappeared completely. In its place was Gary's real-time location. It was a huge, flashing red dot like a target. At that moment, the hunter became the hunted.

I looked at the box and back at Michael’s confused face. “Short story, Steve, because his name is too hard to pronounce, was an ‘alleged’ serial killer back in the late 1800s. And as you know, my previous profession was a bounty hunter. So Steve has been bound for a long time because I locked his ass in a box. However, tonight, on top of learning I’m a bad listener, I also learned there is a possibility that Steve wasn’t the actual killer.” Michael shook his head, “Wait, what?”