Bounty Hunter Watts Bloods Novels & Stories

But Bryan couldn’t be surprised, after all, Hunter was the grandson of Alpha Brooks who had murdered his twin brother. The interrogation was over in an hour, with Hunter giving up the location of the vampire he had paid to execute the murders. Bryan led the hunt for the vampire, and when it was apparent that Hunter's mercenary would not reveal anything useful, Bryan killed him swiftly and ruthlessly. When Bryan came back home, a bad taste remained in his mouth. He wondered if Roy would still love him if he knew just how ruthless he could be. Entering the guest bedroom, he was surprised to see Roy waiting up for him.

Bruford. “Damn it! Go, go, go! Kill all these f*ckers and 30 million will be ours!” Another team of bounty hunters wearing black combat uniforms with red leopard heads branded on their chests and backs stormed into the Hall of Evil’s training base camp, Base No. 3. They carried with them massive firepower! For a while, the place was ablaze, and people fell into pools of blood everywhere! After Team George destroyed a base camp of the Hall of Evil and received a bounty of 50 million for the hidden mission, these bounty hunter teams became even crazier!

With my trembling hands, I grabbed the handle of the door, and it had just opened when Bell's scream froze us. I furrowed my eyebrows and turned back only to see her pale face with widened eyes. She covered her mouth with her hands and panicked. We followed her gaze and stared at the sink. The sight I saw sent chills down my spine. Blood was flowing instead of water from the tap, which had blown us all away. I choked in the air as she showed us the blood across her lips. "I told you, Bell. But still, you didn't listen to me."

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?

The water turned a light shade of pink as I rinsed my hair and I realized I had blood in there too, I just couldn't see it. It had me wondering just how much of my life I spent covered in someone else's blood. Yet another perk of being a Hunter. I washed my hair and got out of the tub, I applied a whipped coconut leave-in conditioner to my long locks and then put them in a single braid down the right side.

"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 –