Bounty Hunter Stories Novels & Stories

“What do you mean? A… bounty?” “Yes.” Hazel’s voice shook. “Declared an hour ago. Dead or alive.” My stomach twisted. Cold sweat slid down my spine. Dead or alive. A bounty meant hunters. A bounty meant wolves. A bounty meant strangers with greedy eyes and no hesitation to drag me back, or worse…. “Who?” The word tore from my throat, jagged and raw. “Who would do that?” Hazel hesitated, and that silence was louder than any answer. “No.” My chest heaved. “No, no…don’t tell me… Cardan. Did he—?”

He began peering in between the rocks. “I heard a rumor that Hassan went down and snatched some girl right off cat island.” Odin said, clearly not caring about their past prisoner. “If Lord Hassan had taken a prisoner, where would he take her? He can’t come back here.” Julian questioned, getting down low and studying the moss on the rocks. “I hear he has places all over the world, sordid little nooks and crannies where he can hide his prey. I fear the girl is dead.” Odin responded, noticing now too the indentations left by Dakari’s feet in the moss.

Clearly, she was highly impressed by the visitor. Rhonda glanced at the card for identification. The card….seeing the name…..shock punched her gut…an attorney…from Bolivia… There could be only one connection here---the Hunter estate in Bolivia. And why would a lawyer fly all the way to Sydney if there was not an inheritance to administer? It had to be about the money. And if there was money, Oberon had lied to her. “Mr. Ferrera asked to see if Mr. Hunter is available,” Betsy informed her,” but since he is down at the pool terrace with the baby….”

I could not guess which Alpha or pack this man was working for; all I knew was that this man was reveling at the prospect of handing me in and claiming a bountiful reward. I carefully steadied my heart and prepared for an attack that I was sure would come. This bounty hunter had come here to claim a bounty. His only mistake was that he clearly underestimated me, and for that, he would pay dearly. I smiled sarcastically and waited for him to bring it in.

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.

Since she had a bad encounter with tomb raiders before, she didn't have a good impression of them. From what she had heard about tomb raiders, there was no honor among thieves. It was common for them to commit murder, too. That was why she had to be careful. After hanging up the call, Holly walked to a big tree and said to Hunter, "My friend has told me that his brother is an expert in finding treasures. Would you like to ask him for his help?" Hunter said, "I've just called Abelin, and he's found someone to help us."

As I was trying to come up with a plan for taking down the last hunter on watch without being detected something came crashing out the window. It was one of the two hunters that were searching inside. The one I had just been planning on killing checked his friends pulse before cursing and jumping through the now shattered window. It seemed they found Mom and she was pissed. I could hear her wolf losing her shit. I jumped in just in time. My mom had her claws digging into the chest of the other hunter that had been searching the house. However she was not moving or completing the kill. The hunter who just came in from outside was holding a crying two month old Richard and in his other hand he

"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

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."

Debbie could run into all sorts in the city; muggers, con-artists, and child molesters. He broke out into a sweat at the thought. If anyone harmed her, he would kill them, plain and simple. He started rubbing his forehead. Life was strange. When he first came back to New York, he was looking for the love of his life. He had ended up finding his lost love. Now, he was on the hunt for a child he never knew he had. “We’ll find her, Charles,” Calvin said with confidence. “If we don’t, the NYPD will.”