Bounty Hunter Watts Bloods Novels & Stories

No one dared to say that half the city had seen the sky burn red like hell itself. In a small room at the top of a derelict apartment complex, Evelyn Cross sat against the wall, dim light tracing exhaustion across her face. Black burn marks still ran along her arm, the last visible proof of the Black Blood. Adrian Wolfe , shoulder bandaged, monitored the intercepted radio frequencies. “The Guild’s locked down the entire Northern District. There’s a two million credit bounty for anyone who turns you in, Eve.” Evelyn gave a faint, bitter smile. “Guess that makes me hunt now.”

He growled and moved to my left flank, swiping at me, luckily I was prepared and he missed me, he was definitely faster than the others. Doing another attack and swiping at his lower abdomen, taking a chunk of his flesh with me, blood pooled at my fingertips as well as dripping from his stomach. He took a step back from me, shocked that I could probably parry with him, “I'm not just a little girl, I am a silver blood, a species that was meant to bring your kind to justice and that is what I am going to accomplish.” After declaring, Hughes gnashed his teeth and attacked once again, this time slower than before.

I come from a powerful family that help establish one of the shadow colonies. "I wasn't expecting you to be a part of that family. Most of the Watts died 23 years ago in a terrible vampire attack. Only about one or two survived that we know of. Although with you I guess it makes it 3." I don't know why vampires would just attack them. It seems like too big of a massacre to be random. Was the Watt's family, my family, targeted? And if there are so few survivors, were my parents amongst them? And if not then it goes to prove that they didn't sell me, doesn't it?

"So I’m going to show them what a real catastrophe looks like." The hunt was no longer about power. It was about the blood spilled twenty years ago. And for the Old Guard, the ghost had finally come home to collect.

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

“I think I owe you a debt, little hunter. A life for a life.” “As do I.” From the shadows stepped Salvor, chin dripping with blood. He wiped it away with a calloused, blasé hand, grinning wickedly at me all the while. “You took something of mine. I’d like it back.” The stake crumbled to dust between my fingers. I stared down at it, my heart falling through empty air towards a ravenous sea. I curled my hand into a fist. I would go down fighting. I would not take this – I would not –

She had no weapon but her hands, and the knowledge that Dante was now, impossibly, the only weapon she needed. The upstairs was a single, cluttered office. Through the cracked door, she saw Pete a gaunt man in a stained tracksuit pacing before a heavyset man in a leather jacket. The bookie. Not the killer. A collector. “The girl’s dead, Pete,” the collector growled. “Your debt isn’t. You said you had information to sell. So sell it.” “I need a guarantee! Protection!” “You get cash. That’s the guarantee.” Dante stepped into the doorway. “He’ll take a different deal.”

I grabbed a match from the mantle and struck it. “What are you doing?” Silas roared, lunging for me. I dropped the match. The gilt-edged pages, soaked in the dry rot of twenty years, caught instantly. The secrets of the Ares empire—the murders, the bribes, the “Conditioning”—erupted into a wall of orange flame. “I’m clearing the site,” I said. Silas tackled me, the weight of him slamming me into the mahogany desk. We hit the floor, a tangle of limbs and fury. I felt the detonator fly from his hand, skidding across the floor toward the vault.

“He disappeared within hours of discharge. We are working to find him. Shouldn’t take the team long.” Anomalies were rare, especially in Boston. Lucien hadn’t encountered one in over three hundred years but he had stories of people with powers…powers that threatened the very existence of vampires, keeping them off the top of the food chain. It was for this very reason that the research institute was born. The trials were open to the public, sometimes sent to target persons of interest. “Fortunately, we are on track”, Isolde reported. “She took the bait for the trials. By tomorrow we will know whether or not her blood carries unusual properties.” She turned to Lucien. “You will join me tomorr

“Then I’ll remind her why her father’s debt was never truly paid.” *** Later that night, Hunter walked the concrete floors of his newest operation; a weapons distribution center disguised as a steel fabrication business. It stank of oil and money. His cold aura could be felt from afar. David Antonio stood in the center of the warehouse with other workers, knuckles bruised, his shirt clinging to his skin because of too much sweat. He’d been working for six hours straight — lifting, stacking, cleaning blood and dead bodies. Hunter didn’t speak at first. Just watched.