Bounty Hunter Watts Bloods Novels & Stories

"How?" "Uhh... Bloodlust." I cheeks tinted red in embarrassment and shame. The doctor physically paled. I looked away. It is not like it is my fault! I try to deny it... I had just let my guard down. "Not that that is a problem, is it Dr. Emerson?" Arron asked threateningly. He shook his head quickly, coming back to his senses.

I saw the fear written in his face, the terror of the blood he had shed, his eyes coloured of marijuana. I should have protected him but he wouldn’t let me, just hit the gun with brute force on my head while I fell unconscious. I had reached out to him in my unconscious state of mind but he got farther away from me. My anger could not be quenched, what had they forged my brother to become?

Radar went off that instant. I signalled to Matteo. "Go ahead and empty the casket." One of Rodriguez's men darted his eyes to Rodriguez — this was it. My hands shot to my holster. Rodriguez was slower. Two bullets burst out of my gun, one hitting Rodriguez in the arm, and the other dropping the Bratva man by his side. Matteo and Cesare opened fire, dropping two more men. Romero and Luca held the last man at gunpoint. I walked over to Rodriguez, who was bleeding out on the floor, and pointed my gun at his skull.

I grabbed the hem of Felix's shirt, fixed a pitiful expression on my face, and mumbled, "I believe you, Felix." Felix's expression softened as he helped me back to my feet. Taking advantage of the fact that the other wolves' attention was still on us, I retrieved a document from my bag and handed it to Felix. "I accidentally recorded your pup's blood type as AB when I registered his information last time. The truth is, his blood type is O." Felix's face twisted as he snatched the document from me. An eerie silence descended upon the hall. Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack.

"Also, you don't have to bother with calling the cops, because I already did so before I came. I think they should be here soon!" "What? Cassie, you bitch! You deserve to die!" Jonathan was enraged when he heard that. Completely ignoring the bleeding wound on his head, he snatched up the ashtray on the table and brought it down toward my head. Just as the ashtray was about to hit me, an officer darted in front of me. He kicked Jonathan away and protected me. A gentle voice asked, "Are you okay?" When he turned to look back at me, I was somewhat surprised. It was none other than the same officer who had come to my house a few days ago.

Chapter 1: Blood Debt The warehouse smelled like rust and death. Luca Rossi stood over the body, chest rising slow and steady, the only sound in the sudden silence. Marco Vitale’s eyes stared up at the cracked ceiling, vacant now, blood pooling dark and thick beneath his head. One clean shot—center mass—then two more to be sure. Message delivered. Luca wiped his hands on a rag one of his men handed him, though the blood had already dried under his nails. He didn’t flinch. He never did.

"You took my money. You tried to kill me." "It was just business!" Elijah protested. "Nothing personal!" "It is personal now," I replied and pulled the trigger. The bullet hit him in the back of the head. He fell face down on his expensive carpet. Blood pooled around his body. I turned and walked out. The casino was a massacre. Bodies were everywhere. Blood soaked into everything. My men were waiting by the door. "It is done," Sergei said. "Good," I replied. "Let us go." We drove away from the casino, leaving the carnage behind.

Werewolves. That was the Ashford legacy. She hadn’t understood it until she was old enough to read through the family’s old journals: heavy leather-bound books with cramped writing. The stories were always the same, The Ashfords hunting wolves. The Ashfords wiping out entire packs. The Ashfords fighting alphas under blood moons. Some of them even traded their blood for silver steel. That was her family’s pride. And her prison.

Sara echoed, enthusiastic as ever. “A lycan?” “Possibly. But that’s all we heard.” “What is his name?” “Bloodhound. That is what he goes by. No one knows his real name. But we have seen what he leaves in his wake — a wreckage. He burns every village…” “Enough,” Courtney cut her off, raising a finger. “Your input is well noted and appreciated. Perhaps you’d be an asset to the Shadow Pack in the future. Perhaps.” Then she stole a glance at me before walking away. “See me in my office, Zoe.” —

“You're missing the point, but sure. Fear, then. What about hunters, then? Human hunters, hunting werewolves even now. Terrorizing smaller packs and selling them to the underbelly of society as slaves, ingredients, or whatever.” I grit my teeth. I wanted to argue that didn’t happen, but I couldn’t put anything past the president who had sent Blood Moon to attack us, essentially. “Do you suddenly not wish to do business with humans?” “Human hunters,” I said. “Bounty hunters,” he said. “Police officers. You have no way of knowing who is a hunter or not unless you're going to do an in-depth investigation into every human you will ever meet and their entire family... So, do you stop doing busine