Bounty Hunter Stories Novels & Stories

Listening, she felt the influx of Lycans flooding towards them. “You never told me what they do to the hunters they take. How did you even get out? Why does the king bother with taking the hunters?” Kinshra’s emerald green eyes got tight with the same squint they always got when she asked her about being a prisoner in Eleadoi. As far as she knew, Aunt Kinshra was the only hunter who had escaped captivity: she knew more than she was telling. In her quiet voice, she said, “Believe me, my sweet girl, if you had to choose between being dead and being taken, you would rather be dead. ”

It usually never ended until a good number of people were dead or badly wounded. The life of a bounty hunter was no joke. It was the riskiest job; riskier than beast hunting, mercenary jobs and military service. All these three had rules and associations or governing bodies to keep their members in place and were required to abide by certain rules. Bounty hunting on the other hand had none of such. It was strictly a dog-eat-dog situation every single time with these people. They not only had to constantly protect themselves against the people they hunted but also against the people they hunted with. Unlike the aforementioned three, if a bounty hunter should turn against his fellow bounty hun

The pack scattered, howls turning to yelps as the bullets rained down. Werewolf hunters. My stomach twisted as I dragged myself across the ground, searching for cover. “Silas!” I yelled again, panic rising in my throat. He turned, his blue eyes locking on mine, and started toward me just as another wolf appeared. Ronan. I barely registered his presence before he was struck down, his body hitting the ground hard. Everything happened too fast—snarls, gunshots, screams. And then the bullets hit. Silas leapt in front of me, his body blocking mine just as the silver shots tore through the air. The impact sent us both flying back, and I hit the ground hard, the wind knocked from my lungs.

He laughed. “It shoots blessed wooden stakes. It will work just fine.” “You’re a hunter?” he hissed, backing away. “What gave me away?” I smirked, not moving the gun. “What do you want? And what happened to you?” “Your guards put up a hell of a fight.” I smiled, “My employer wants back what you stole.” “I stole nothing, who is your employer?” he asked, annoyed. “The order has sent me on behalf of Alpha Rawlins, you have taken something important from his pack, and he wants it back.” I explained.

he said. "What now?" I asked, feeling a sense of trepidation. The warrior handed me another report. I scanned it. Then I read it again and again because surely I was misunderstanding. Three bounty hunters had been captured near our borders, another five near the mountains, and two more disguised as merchants. The numbers are increasing rapidly and dangerously. Someone is organizing them coordinating them and directing them. This is not greed anymore; this is strategy. Ares concluded immediately. "This is planned," he said.

Joshua explained, "From what I saw last night, the vampires won't harm her. But if you claim her now, she'll definitely be in danger." "But she's mine. She needs to be here." Ash persisted, "that way I know she's safe. At my side." "Ash, I know. But first, let's take care of the SOB who killed the Luna." Joshua encouraged, then he added, "I sent Deidran to find the Bounty Hunter who served your dad. His name is Bennett, but he goes by Ben." "Ben the bounty hunter," Asher echoed with a nod, "yeah I know him. He served my dad well."

I had heard his excuses and explanations before, but I still wasn’t buying it. Skeptically, as I hurriedly walk, chasing the light down a long-rounded passage, I ask “I find it hard to believe you, of all people, would risk your life for this quest.” “Believe it or not Hunter, I’m here. I didn’t do this for my own gain.” I scoff at his words. Everything Oliver did was for self-gain. “Scoff all you want; I may be rogue and hated Hunter, but those changelings will follow the Lycan witch without question and they are the best damn trackers I have ever come across. Maybe I’m getting soft in my old age, and I can’t refuse the plea of a little Skinwalker.”

"Uncle Grey's son, Anthony, told me that his friend, a bounty hunter and assassin, was asked to investigate the matter and if it's true, is ready to commission the friend to acquire the Luna. Anthony's friend… well, brother-in-law, killed the person of course, but he told Anthony to warn you because shit is going to go down." Hendrix fell back on the chair, his heart sinking into his stomach. This wasn't his worst nightmare but it's about to be. He never expected it because it was something he never imagined would happen. Who would? From being a cursed she-wolf destined to ruin his life to becoming a she-wolf destined to be hunted down to be stored as life insurance. It was insane.

“Was it involving saving the rogue pups? Killing Rebecca Julliard’s killer? Saving Olsen’s victims that nobody knew about? Or killing the eight bounty hunters at the alley?” Grover’s eyes flickered with interest. “So, you’ve heard about the bounty hunters too.” Heard? Cohen witnessed it with his very own eyes. He kept the case away from the eyes and ears of the Werewolf’s Council because he didn’t want them to get involved. He already planned to sort this out. The bounty hunters had it coming when they went after the redheaded huntress. Eight humans were no match to a supernatural being like her.

Burn this. “And you?” I asked, voice dry. He shrugged, drinking coffee. “I have a boat in Burlington. 28 feet, hidden space below. They won’t look north yet.” He gave me a silver lighter with a small anchor. “Need help? Light a flare. I’ll see it.” We stood in the gravel lot, smoke from the bus around our feet, door open. The burner phone buzzed—R: Bounty raised. $100K if alive. $50K for proof. Dark web calls you ‘The Ghost Star.’