Novel & Cerita Bounty Hunter Watts Bloods

"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.

What in the world was that even supposed to mean? “Before I met Rosco, I was a bounty hunter.” Marty explains, passing the alcohol to me. “I killed for the highest bidder and didn’t give two shits about who it was I was offing. It could be a high-ranking wolf with immense power or some slum lord on the street. If the price was right, I’d kill them in a heartbeat.” “I see.” Taking a sip of the bacardi, I wait as Marty seems to collect his thoughts.

Which is fine by me because now my powers are free to be all mine and not bound by the elders. Don’t worry, I use my powers for good… kind of. I’m a paranormal bounty hunter who is hired to capture the creatures that break the law or in some cases, piss of the wrong person. That’s how I found myself in the back alley of an apartment complex stalking a vampire. I was hired by a guy named “Stix” to capture and return the vamp alive to him. Apparently the vamp had embezzled over $10 million from him. Best part, he’s going to pay me $10 million to capture him as a tribute to the loss.

" A bounty? Alexander's eyes narrowed slightly. The Blood Assassins were an ancient force entrenched in the continent for over 150 years. Its main member structure was extremely mysterious, and it operated by receiving and issuing bounty tasks through the dark web, with a starting price of at least a million. Alexander ended the call. "Ray, drive back to Ol' Mare as fast as possible. The sooner, the better. Amber is in danger!" Ray slammed the accelerator, and the bright red Porsche, like an unsheathed sword, roared toward Ol' Mare City. Meanwhile, at the New Chesire Group building at Ol' Mare City. It was 11 p.m., and most of the employees had already left work.

“What do you mean? A… bounty?” “Yes.” Hazel’s voice shook. “Declared an hour ago. Dead or alive.” My stomach twisted. Cold sweat slid down my spine. Dead or alive. A bounty meant hunters. A bounty meant wolves. A bounty meant strangers with greedy eyes and no hesitation to drag me back, or worse…. “Who?” The word tore from my throat, jagged and raw. “Who would do that?” Hazel hesitated, and that silence was louder than any answer. “No.” My chest heaved. “No, no…don’t tell me… Cardan. Did he—?”

Blaze suddenly raised his fist. Movement. We hid behind a broken wall as two armed men walked past. Humans. That annoyed me instantly. “Hunters?” Colt whispered. Blaze smelled the air again before shaking his head. “Mercenaries.” Even worse. Mercenaries meant someone was spending serious money. The moment the men disappeared, Blaze moved silently toward the warehouse entrance. Colt followed while I circled toward the back. Then I smelled fresh blood blood. I moved faster and froze after spotting a body near the dumpster. One of our men, an Iron Wolves scout.

I never expected to receive compensation. When I looked at the notification message that had just appeared on my phone, I could not help asking: “Where did this money come from?” The system answered immediately. [Compensation funds originate from the assets of the Lawson Group.] [Assets were legally liquidated and transferred under system administration before being transported across worlds.] [Source verified as compliant. Host bears no future liability or repayment obligations.] So it was the Lawson family’s money. I had always assumed nothing from that world could follow me back.

Tommy walked over to Iris and pulled her hand slowly toward the table. He then took out a knife and suddenly slashed her index finger. The movement was so fast that Iris herself didn't have time to wince in pain. "Only the blood of Hunters can kill demons. And you are a Hunter, Iris. You are destined to possess that blood to exterminate demons." Eva said while collecting Iris's blood drop into a stainless steel container. Iris winced in pain as Tommy deliberately pressed hard against the incision on her index finger to force the blood to stop flowing out. Then he wrapped the incision with a cloth and gave her a lemon.

The Blood Bounty was an ancient, terrible instrument of power. It wasn't just a contract; it was a blood-soaked invitation broadcast on arcane frequencies that every supernatural creature could hear in the back of their minds, a whisper of temptation that also spread like a virus through the dark web and encrypted mercenary channels. Overnight, Jack Sterling went from being a regional king to the most hunted man on the planet.