Bounty Hunter Tales Novels & Stories

--- **The Hunt** The Hunter drags me into the labyrinth, the Archivist's screams fading behind us. "She was lying," he says. "The Silence doesn't bargain. It *consumes*. And you're the main course." "Why help me?" He pauses, lifting his mask. His face is a mirror of Kael's, but scarred, older. "Because you're not the first Stormbearer I've hunted with. And you won't be the last." He tosses me a weapon-a gun with a barrel of coiled storm. "The Archivist's a parasite. The Librarians too. They feed on stories, but the Silence... it feeds on *them*."

Fafnir did the same, charging forward with black spear in hand! On the other hand, Bigby stood where he was, but he was throwing all kinds of mystic treasures like the rain! Hwata and Udal traded glances, but they had no choice other than to leap forward as well. Bang! Pandemonium erupted as both sides collided in a violent battle. The bounty hunters had come charging to the Eternia Seminary, intent on waiting for Caleb's return and claiming the bounty on his head. They were numerous and belonged to various clans and factions, each of them elite combatants desiring that billion-dollar bounty.

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."

Zerena explained. Christ, this poor girl has been through too much. "What's a bounty seeker?" I whispered to Tate. "They hunt rare supernaturals to sell at the black market for a good sum of money. So Electra's gotta be rare and Zerena must have been at the black market tonight. Curious." Tate answered, watching Zerena closely. "Keep staring at me like that and I'll punch you in the face." Zerena threatened Tate, while still in her conversation with Everett and Electra.

The Magnus continued walking and fell on his knees when he reached the room's darkest side. "Father, the bounty hunter has arrived." Kaizer couldn't see the man in the dark for the torches were behind him, but he could see on his silhouette a bent stature and a bald head. He was old. Kaizer could sense power and authority from him but not enough to make him fall on his knees too. He was looking at Kaizer and Kaizer knew it. Silence was heard. Moans and pains were the background. Then the Magnus stood up and bowed.

The hunters knew that they were getting close. They crept forward, their weapons at the ready, until they caught sight of Tate standing in a clearing, his massive form silhouetted against the moonlit sky. Without hesitation, the hunters opened fire, their silver bullets ripping through the air and striking Tate with deadly force. Tate came to realize at that moment that he had been on a bad path for so long and barely escaped from the hunters. He went back home to his brother, and Marcus gladly allowed him take back his place knowing that he really had changed.

"Why is Jonea so sure that my mother was involved in the incident that happened to Miller? In fact, none of the CCTV footage at school showed my mother's involvement. Why did Jonea hurt Aland that day? Although Aland did not admit that he was hurt because of Jonea. But I'm sure Jonea is involved. I could smell Jonea's body in Aland's spilled blood. I believe they were together before Aland was found unconscious with a gash in his stomach that night." Hunter struggled to his feet and walked out of the toilet. "What exactly happened? I have to find out the truth behind all these mysteries. I can't allow myself to be tossed around like a fool." After tidying up his clothes and washing his face

These agents were the ears and eyes of the usurper's regime, their loyalty secured through a potent cocktail of fear, reward, and the insidious promise of power. Bounty hunters, men and women whose reputations were forged in blood and shadow, scoured the farthest reaches of the kingdom and beyond. Their quarry was Elara, and the price on her head was astronomical, enough to tempt even the most scrupulous. These were individuals who dealt in secrets and swift deaths, who understood the value of information and the finality of a well-placed blade. They were equipped with the latest in tracking tools, both mundane and arcane, and their methods were often as ruthless as the rulers they served. T

I’d heard it before I’d seen him, whispered by people who didn’t want to be overheard. A bounty hunter, they said. The kind who always gets what he’s after. But standing here, watching the way he moved, the whispers felt incomplete. Hail wasn’t just a hunter; he was a soldier. Every step he took was deliberate, calculated, his body built like a weapon forged for battle.

At the time they finished the whole bottle of the seemingly expensive wine, they stopped in their tracks. "It's time to part ways, huh?" said one of them to the hunter I knew. No... he could not just leave me here! He had to take me with him! I looked at him with desperate eyes. He was a bounty hunter and he did not care what would happen to his victims at all but I was still hoping that there were morals left in him. He could not just leave me when he knew, of all people, what would happen once he let them take me!