Bounty Hunter Watts Bloods Novels & Stories

I asked, and they shook their heads. "We need to find him. The vampires have been hit bad already. All the blood banks have been destroyed. We have been working double-time, hunting and killing vampires that cross the line and hunt humans for food. We can't keep it up because John Hunter is beginning to retaliate." Kevin Palm, another top hunter, complained. We agreed to find out where the hunters were hiding and if truly Giles was the one leading them. I had trouble believing this because the man was in his sixties by now, but we knew what that bloodline was capable of. Anything was possible.

My wolf groaned, urging me to go to our mate. Dad cautiously approached the door, and froze there for a moment. "Dad?" What is he sensing?" I took a step forward just as my dad swung open the door, and that's when I smelt it. Blood. My mate's blood. Hunter stepped into the house, his blood dripping as he walked. I wasted no time and rushed over to him. Just before he looked like he was going to drop dead on the floor, I caught him right on time. "Who did this to you?" My voice was filled with contempt. My wolf growled, I did not stop her.

There were only two people on that island before Bo and Tanawat came, and this man is the person who received the first bullet Zia fired. “What the fuck?” I mumbled under my breath, trapping the cig between my lips as I lifted the picture, scrutinizing it closer. I can’t be mistaken about this man. He’s a bounty hunter who once tried to chop my head off, but I gave him a gift of my own instead. I marked his face with an X about two inches long. They don’t call me X because they like me.

A voice said, it had the same bass as the one that had just killed but it was a lot more authoritative. “That scent…” The blood-soaked vampire thought to itself, the man that had just spoken was a fellow vampire like him but this scent felt familiar. Stepping into the moonlight from the shadows, what came into light was a blonde-haired vampire with crimson-red eyes and a very attractive face. “I know you!” The vampire that killed Ethan blurted out but his calm expression was broken into one of fear.

He mused getting away from her, he stared at his bloodied hands and could feel blood on his face and chest. Sighing he tossed her unconscious body over his shoulder and walked over to the stream nearby. She was light as a feather. He put her down near the rock before cleaning all the blood. His men arrived just in time, they also had blood on them as they handed him pants. Hunter put them on as he turned around to stare at his possession. Sweet little witch got into the wrong hands. Who would save her from the monster now? Oddly enough he felt excited to torment his new prey as a devilish smirk caressed his lips.

I can't think straight. I do know that if what's he's telling me is true he's basically asking me to run his pack with him. My brain starts spinning, seeing everything I've ever read on shifters since they surfaced in the world. I remember an article I've read about the human gene mutation and how wolfs were know to kill their human partners because of bias views. That rate is especially higher with alphas.

But still, my former mate wanting me dead without even hearing what I had to say was cruel. When I did not respond, Chase carried on, “Well technically, they don’t just want you dead at Lunagrove, they have placed a bounty on your head.” I sputtered, “A bounty? What the heck? I didn’t set the freaking fire!” Crap! Bounty hunters were despicable yet tenacious wolves. What the hell was Kylan thinking?! Chase nodded, grimly, “I know that, and so does Ron and Henry. They were watching from the moment you stepped into that house till they knocked you out— sorry about that by the way, I have no control over Henry's enthusiasm for a task.”

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

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.