Bounty Hunter Transformer Novels & Stories

" Understood eight twelve, reinforcement is already on the way." A child's birthday, oh god. Proles, these genetically engineered animals were monsters and Maddox had already seen with his own eyes what these beasts could do. He didn't want to imagine what she would be waiting for at her destination. But he would find out, because he was Venator, a state-approved hunter whose job it was to get the prole plague under control.

He didn't appear to be upset to be joining his mate at all. Of the more than 3,000 omegas that had started The Hunt, only 243 were still unclaimed. That night, 243 Hunters returned to the castle and planned the next phase of their attack. Because, at this point in the game, their animalistic nature could do nothing less than attack.

“Yeah? And what do you suggest? Because right now, we’ve got a kill order and no real allies.” Fiona turned to them. “We make allies.” Darwin frowned. “With who?” Fiona’s mind worked fast. “The bounty is high enough to attract top-tier mercs, right?” Marcus nodded over the comms. “Correct. And I’m guessing your next move is flipping one?” Fiona exhaled. “Exactly. Every bounty hunter has a price. We just need one to talk.” Bella tilted her head. “You have someone in mind?” Fiona did.

One last glance was to the obvious eyes of Xena looking at him, he didn't know any of her names accept the hunter one, he thought of nailing her about that whilst he taps something else later. She returned a smile to him and he could see she had the same idea but the room quieted down when Roman entered. "Thanks for meeting, we don't have a lot to speak of so it will be brief" he said placing his file down and scanning the eyes. "Xena, well done taking down that vamp in Brazil" Obviously a bow huntress would excel in the A****n, Danté saw her nod smiling. "And of course congratulations to Danté for identifying the hybrid, that earned him hunter rank" Roman said lifting a chained cross and br

His thumb hovered over the red button. “No!” I screamed as Hunter threw himself at Drake, grasping at the remote control. Closing my eyes tight, I waited for the shock to tear through my body. Nothing happened. Their bodies collided and both fell to the ground, the remote flew out of Drake’s hand and I ran to pick it up. Hunter shapeshifted into his wolf form, Blaze taking control. He snapped his jaws in front of Drake’s face. But Drake laughed at him, he held his arms against Blaze’s throat, keeping him at bay.

⤝⧫⤞ “I called this meeting as the head of the Crescent Hunters Pack, Hunter will be helping us disperse Axel Knight's body. I know that things without your Alpha have been stressful but I’d just like to thank every one of you for your hard work and dedication.” The office is full of warriors and guards who were willing to help with the disposal of Axel’s body. It was up to Hunter to recover and find the body and for the wolves, they had to make it look like an animal attack.

Even with experienced elderly parents it could happen that the gift surprisingly showed up and triggered an accident, but at least they knew what to do. After seeing all the facts, however, Xandra still didn't quite understand why she had to come. Cathleen Morrison had probably seen two Elevenders kill someone, so Roman was desperate to work on that, but that didn't mean she was gifted herself. Xandra put the file aside and opened the next report. Wait, the face looked familiar. She immediately fished for the documents she had just thrown into the discard pile and opened them again. With a quick glance she compared the two pictures and not only the first names were similar.

​The "Great Hunt" had turned the surface of Neo-Tokyo into a neon-lit slaughterhouse. Above ground, the "Bounty-App" was chirping in the pockets of millions, a digital siren song of greed. But three hundred feet below the Ginza district, Leo Vane was leading a ragged procession of two hundred "Marked" shifters through a space that shouldn't have existed.

Then, as I’m on my knees, I feel the cold steel of a Beretta pressed against the back of my head and the sound of the hammer being pulled back. Years of training and for what? How have I become this weak in just a few months? As much as I hate to admit it, this fucker is right… I am a disgrace. It is the end for me. This isn’t Xenia who will drop her weapon and understand; this is a ruthless bounty hunter sent by my father to bring me home either dead or alive. For some reason, a laugh bubbles up into my throat and I realize that I’m about to die at the hand of someone who was probably an ally once.

But how many innocent lives would be lost if we went to war with the hunters? Shaking my head, I reach up and rub the puckered scar where the wound had been. The bullet must have been dipped in wolfsbane as it was taking too long to heal. Even with silver, once it was out of the body, healing took very little time but it had already been a week and the scar bothered me as much as the strange girl standing in the clearing.