Bounty Hunter Tales Novels & Stories

Beau, a lean black man with a bald head and sharp eyes, was reclined against the small stage at the front, watching the smaller groups postulate theories about who had taken Bethan. For Diamond and Trigger, there was no doubt whatsoever about who the culprit was. They were talking to Jackson and Delilah, a couple who had moved to the south of England from New York. However they, unlike Susan, rarely spoke of their past. They’d joined the Seafall hunters when their search for a Knucker, a shape shifting water spirit, had brought them to our coastal town.

Then another two bandit treasure hunters showed up. "Be careful, these bandit treasure hunters are nimble than they look. I don't know much about them except for the fact that they worked with the werewolves! Just stay in back so you won't get hurt!" "It looks like you were sent for this quest, fucking warrior. Let me tell you something you must know about us before you die. We are all strong and we can fight you!" said the bandit treasure hunter in the middle. "I'm Sherlock the leader of this bandit treasure hunters and I have no business with you. What we're looking for is the gold our victim's father will send us, get lost!"

"Alpha Magnus is going to pay me millions of dollars in cash for your severed head." I was completely paralyzed, my lungs burning for air as a suffocating, pure terror locked my muscles firmly in place. The bounty hunter reached his free hand behind his back, drawing a long, jagged silver blade from a leather sheath strapped to his waist. Just as the hunter raised the lethal silver weapon above my chest, a massive, jet-black Alpha wolf exploded violently from the thick brush on the left side of the trail. In a blinding flash, Jordan attacked the bounty hunter with a feral, terrifying violence that completely defied human logic.

As we searched for Hunter Grey's whereabouts, we heard rumors of a lurking monster that had been attacking locals in a nearby town. The rumors claimed that the monster was massive, with long sharp claws and teeth, and that it had been leaving behind a trail of destruction. We also found that the Sheriff offered a bounty to those who could put an end to the monster's heinous crimes. The reason that we also need to earn while having our journey, Aiden and I decided to investigate the rumors and see if we could track down the monster. We suspected that it could be another werewolf or a different type of creature altogether. So we grabbed our weapons and set out, hoping to put an end to this new

“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.

ore..." I said, my voice muffled by the sheets I've pulled to my nose. He laughed and kissed the tip of my nose, "Go to sleep. I'll be here when you wake up." I smiled and drifted back into dream land. "Princess! Don't go near him! He's dangerous!" One of the guards yelled from behind me, desperately wanted me to stop and get back to the safe cover of the castle. I just rolled my eyes and took longer strides. He was not dangerous, just lonely. A lone warrior who have given the country peace and prosperity, but yet, he didn't want a reward, a servant, a house or anything. I figured he must need company then, and as a princess, that was my duty to have them fulfilled.

While this gave him extra strength, it also made his fighting style impulsive and a little sloppy. I was brainstorming where to hide Richard so I could help Dad protect Sofia when the hunter who killed my mother came over to join his friends. “ They have an older daughter as well. I managed to kill this traitors werewolf bitch but the kid escaped with her baby brother. The kid even managed to kill Jordan. I suspect she also killed everyone else as Hank was dead on the ground and Jake is missing!,” the hunter yelled at his comrades.

...Sienna POV... This had to be it. The end was near. I could feel it. I was practically begging for my end to come. It had been at least two days since Hunter attacked me and left me here to die. I knew Hunter's reputation. He was the formidable Reaper. People rarely survived his wrath. Rather, he was given the reputation of the Reaper because of his merciless actions toward his victims.

*** Abraham Van Helsing, the Dutch vampire hunter, had once had an apprentice whom he admired and held in high regard, long before he even considered the holy order as a potential calling. Helsing betrayed his apprentice and thought he had disposed of him. However, the tales surrounding this event were shrouded in insufficient recounting and relied solely on rumors. Higgins, renowned for his extraordinary ability to communicate with the dead, was known as the Necromancer Hunter. His expertise lay in influencing the living through the use of the deceased as conduits. His discarded body had washed up on the shores of a massive island housing several packs of werewolves, one of which belonged t

I did a little twirl in the middle of the room and started combing the bookshelves to see what treasures I could find. I was just too excited to have found this place. I came across a smaller leather-bound book that had a weird symbol on the front and when I opened it, I realized that it was a history of the Hunter's. I decided to keep that book just in case I needed it. I was totally in my own world when I felt someone’s arms go around me and breath in my ear. "I see you found my favorite place in the house." My body shivered at the contact. I thought that I was going to melt into a puddle right then and there.