Bounty Hunter Watts Bloods Novels & Stories

***** “Okay, so I've come up with a strategy on how we find Alpha Steven and the other werewolves who have been kidnapped to make the artificial werewolf drug. We're going to be splitting up into three teams. Team one will head to Higher Wellness Pharmaceuticals; Team two will head to see the queen of Westerville to ask for her assistance in investigating the bounty hunter association; and Team three will be going to apprehend Miss Evelyn Brooke. Any questions?” Marie said. “What’s the bounty hunter association?” Melody asked. “Okay, so I did a little research, and I found out that the bounty hunter association is an elite team of soldiers who work directly for Queen Elizabeth alone. She use

Like I really gave a fuck then or now. Joseph Watts The name is no longer connected to me. Victor had it legally changed to Austin Miller after my first kill. Joseph Watts disappeared and now a bigger monster stands in his place. I don't even know if the name change was legal but my driver's license, passport, and other documents show my name as Austin Miller. It's who I really am.

Soon after, Wessel entered with two rugged men in tow, both in their forties with imposing statutes and bulging muscles, radiating raw power. "Appreciate your efforts, Mr. Penns!" Terry said, his smile spreading as he rose to greet them. "You're too gracious, Mr. Austin," they replied, settling into the couch. "I'm curious, Mr. Austin. Who is it that you need us to handle this time?" The elder brother, Maxim Penn, spoke with a composed and even voice. "With a fifteen-million-dollar bounty on the line, this guy can't be just some random Joe, can he?" The younger brother, Blythe, remarked, casually sipping from his cup.

During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S

I believe people can read this as a novel but in reality the author just wants to expose their readers to the monsters they see in other worlds. The title 'Desire for thirst' was inspired from my personal experience of writing this series. The main character in Desire for thirst is the werewolf which murdered my mom. For every novel, I make some particular things to specify from each book like the manner of killing. Likewise, the manner I used in Desire for thirst is man in Balck clothing slashing his victims throat after cutting out their tongue. i got shocked after seeing the similar manner of killing in the news. Was it only a coincidence or... i couldn't even come up with any ways to thi

The boss smirked at the little kid who desperately tried to stop his own blood from spilling and commanded each of the six individuals to pack up as they all headed out "Don't bother killing the kid. Just leave that orphaned garbage here and let's burn everything down. This boat needs to disappear along with these orphaned traitors. Let the kid share his traitor brother's watery grave." As Michael sat on the waste bags, the boss took off his gloves and threw them in the speedboat that they used, meanwhile revealing the tattoo of a black and red crescent moon on the back of his hand. Michael awaited the group of killers to get in the boat and leave while he tried to press on his wound a littl

I asked, and they shook their heads. "We need to find him. The vampires have been hit bad already. All the blood banks have been destroyed. We have been working double-time, hunting and killing vampires that cross the line and hunt humans for food. We can't keep it up because John Hunter is beginning to retaliate." Kevin Palm, another top hunter, complained. We agreed to find out where the hunters were hiding and if truly Giles was the one leading them. I had trouble believing this because the man was in his sixties by now, but we knew what that bloodline was capable of. Anything was possible.

Harrison who arrived with her bright smile. But my hands were trembling as I held the flower shears. I waited until Mrs. Harrison was busy in the back, then I picked up my phone. I opened the news app, and there, on the front page, the headline made me freeze. "OFFICIAL PACK ANNOUNCEMENT: BOUNTY FOR THE CAPTURE OF GABRIEL BLOODFANG." I read it once more. "The Council of Elders of the Bloodfang Pack has officially announced a bounty for the capture of the former Alpha, Gabriel Bloodfang. With a reward of one million dollars and an honorable position within the pack, any werewolf who successfully captures him alive will receive the prize."

"Even if you take him. The Shadow Pack won't stop. The prophecy won't stop. Voss has allies you haven't met yet, and they all believe the same thing, and they will keep coming for that boy until…" "Until what?" I say. "Until I stop them." He looks at me. "You can't stop all of them," he says. "I don't have to stop all of them," I say. "Just tonight's." Something closes in his expression. The conversation is over. We both know it. The tablet drops from his hand. And we move. Reece appears at the eastern edge of my vision like smoke taking solid form. He's low. Fast. Threading through the engagement with the supernatural spatial intelligence that has always made him the best scout I've ever co