Bounty Hunter Transformer Novels & Stories

But not with locals. There were men with cybernetic eyes polishing rifles in the shade of tea shops. There were women in high-tech stealth suits haggling for water skins. Mercenaries. Assassins. The scum of the supernatural underworld. "The Executor wasn't kidding," Catherine whispered, standing close to Jack. She wore a white linen shmagh wrapped around her head, her blue eyes sharp and alert. "It's a convention. 'Bounty Hunter Con 2024'." "And we are the main attraction," Jack smirked. "Let's go say hello."

“You will come with us.” Xander’s growl was a low, resonant rumble that shook the very foundation of the stone. “You’ll bleed first.” There was no warning, as the world broke. Guards surged forward - fifteen, maybe twenty - enough to take down a dozen of an elite Hydra Hunters, enough to choke a small army. They carried silver-woven nets, rune-stamped shock batons, and muzzle-binding chains engineered for supernatural restraint. Xander and his siblings met them like a storm made of bone and pure, tearing teeth.

PRIORITY TWO: Jaxon Cross Classification: Werewolf (Alpha bloodline) Threat Level: High Abilities: Enhanced strength, accelerated healing, full transformation Recommendation: Silver bullets to the heart or head. Subject has shown protective behavior toward Priority One target. May be used as leverage. Bounty: $500,000 PRIORITY THREE: Lucien Nightshade Classification: Vampire (Ancient, 200+ years) Threat Level: Very High Abilities: Superhuman speed/strength, minor compulsion, accelerated healing

Borel clarified. “Oh really?” Blaire scoffed. “Yes. I decided it was best if we returned her to you and collected the reward from you instead,” Borel said. “What reward?” Blaire asked. “It’s the reason we are here—the reason we hunted down your omega,” Borel said. “What is?” Blaire asked, confused. “The reason we are here is because a bounty was placed on this omega,” Borel started, and Blaire looked a bit surprised. “Bounty?” Blaire asked.

“Who the fuck are you anyway?” “I am a bounty hunter, there's a high reward on her head,” replied the stranger. His words made me realise just why they were so insistent at finding me. But who would have dared to place a bounty on my head? It had to be somebody who had lots of money or who had access to a lot of it. “Well, the bounty you seek is not here and I hope that it was worth killing my guards to get to me because I will place a bounty on your head, hunter. One with a far greater reward than this,” Damien said before shutting the door.

It was the Red-Queen’s nightmare all over again, just wrapped in a different corporate logo. "I couldn't stand there and watch them do it," Reyes said, her voice cracking for the first time. "I loaded as many as I could into Convoy Seven and stole the Crawler. We’ve been running for three weeks. The Origin-Beasts out there were drawn to the kids' energy signatures... but the Founders' hunters are the ones who crippled our treads yesterday." "They're tracking you," Dax realized, his head snapping toward the open ramp. "They have Sun-Hounds," Reyes confirmed. "Hover-bikes, plasma lances, and orbital tracking. They aren't far behind us."

] A cold, emotionless synthetic voice came from everyone's phone at the same time. "Quest One. Publicize the evidence of Gary's papers written by a proxy. The Bounty is three thousand dollars." "Quest Two. Find the female student from the department of finance who was getting intimate with Gary in the video. The Bounty is five thousand dollars." One quest after another appeared. On the app's map, the small red dot that represented me disappeared completely. In its place was Gary's real-time location. It was a huge, flashing red dot like a target. At that moment, the hunter became the hunted.

We spot a few supernaturals. A group of bounty hunters, gathered near the entrance of a bar. They’re talking in hushed voices, passing around a worn-out bounty poster—my bounty poster. Achilles nudges me. "Oh, this is too easy." I raise a brow. "What are you thinking?" A slow, mischievous grin spreads across his face. "Watch and learn, love." "Oi!" He calls out, swaggering over to the group, his Aussie accent thick. The bounty hunters turn, sizing him up.

He held up a hand—a hand that was still glowing with the orange brand of the Processors. "The Audit... is... incomplete," Xander rasped, his voice sounding like it was being generated by a machine. Behind him, the black tactical trucks were pulling into the tunnel. But they weren't being driven by the Sinclair Remnant. They were being driven by the Processed. Thousands of them, their eyes vacant, their movements synchronized. Xander wasn't their prisoner anymore. He was their General. "The Mercy Vault is open," Xander said, his voice a chilling harmony with the Shadow Heir. "Now, we begin the Harvest of the Soul."

She heard a few more shouts as other teammates were hit. She had no idea how Guardians were being wounded, but she wasn’t surprised at all that the Hunters who were hit were injured. In a few cases, injuries were already life threatening. Cale and Scott, who had mostly healed himself by now, were working their way through, helping the best they could. Since they’d both had an extra dosage of the Transformation serum, they were capable of throwing their blue healing light from a distance, but it was always best when they could lay their hands on the person needing help. There’d been a time when Healers would wear themselves out healing and literally fall asleep. At least she didn’t have to wo