Bounty Hunter Watts Bloods Novels & Stories

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

The doors finally open and we are met with an army of rogues, you can tell just how bloodthirsty they are, but they're no match for us, there's a reason why Blood Moon Pack sits at the top. “Attack!!!” I shout and both sides run into each other, some people shifting, other's choosing to just tap into their abilities like me. I bring out my fangs and claws and I tear through anyone that stands in my way, ripping out their hearts or tearing out their throats and my favorite, ripping off their heads from their body. By the time I make it into the warehouse, I've left a trail of dead bodies behind me and I'm covered in blood. I look behind me and the fight is still going on but I trust my men to

I said nothing, just lifted the steel, my palms hurt and split against the rough metal. My blood mixed with rain once I had been an heir, but now I was just another laborer in the mud. Every night, I stumbled back to the safehouse barely able to stand. Sometimes, I collapsed into the couch before removing my boots, but I could feel Ronan doing that for me. Then he would sit nearby quietly, watching. The guilt in his eyes said everything, but neither of us would acknowledge it. Several nights passed of me, going to work, then I heard whispers on the construction site, “ Bounty hunters are in the city, looking for the violent omega.” Collectors and Alpha gang bounty hunters.

A huge amount of money for a person everyone hates is a deal too good to be true, but they know it is real, as the name that puts up the bounty has a strong credibility among bounty hunters. Shortly after, the bounty hunters started packing their high-caliber weapons and began sharpening their knives while searching for where the Headmaster was in California. CONCURRENTLY... In Citadel Manor. Quillion Van Kirk stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window waiting patiently for the bounty hunters to contact him to claim their reward. "You messed up with the wrong wolf." He said to himself while cursing the day he met Marcus Fitz.

When I got home I told Damon about the bounty hunter, Damon was not amused, but none the less he was happy I was safe, Anton was a brutal bounty hunter, a man that would kill anyone, as long as he was being paid, not many bounty hunters killed women or children, they had ethics, but Anton was not one of them, he was one of the few that didn't mind killing children, even new born babies had lost their lives to him, but it begged the question, what would drive someone to have a baby killed? What kind of enimity could one possibly have with a baby? Why would anyone hire a bounty hunter to kill a baby? So many questions but no answers.