Bounty Hunter Watts Bloods Novels & Stories

Callum tried to be precise and accurate this time. For the fucking 5th time. And he couldn’t catch a hamster. Seriously. With the power he now had being a vampire and a wolf. Jeez. He took his mark. And focused. He blocked everything in his mind. The buzz from the pack. The encouragement from Dad, even when he wasn’t Swift. He could hear them. He blocked all teases from Max and the Betas in the pack. He zoomed out everything except for the little white creature who was grazing and nibbling on the grass.

I blinked, looking back at Yvonne with a scrunched-up face, "I thought you were talking about vampires- how did you get to that rich, arrogant, cold bad boy again? He's all that, but you still call him eligible?" "He's not a boy. He's a man. Famous, handsome, yet frightening at times. Kassandra did tame him. It's a difficult job, so props to her," she says with a smile while I shudder at the sound of her name. Unable to take any more of her unnecessary information, Giselle got up from her seat, seeing that the sun had gone down. The street lights lit the empty, clean road outside of the cafe. A group of police passed by holding two children that must have been missing their parents again.

I have to be going and coming because I knew Adam wouldn't like it. "No, I will return. Tell the enforcer's to join me at the greater gate." I told Kyle. "Alright, they will transport you to the place." He said, and I nodded. Before the Bloods took over, we usually ran around with our wolves and those of us that didn't have wolves walked. It was the bloods that brought cars and buses. Their engineers made them with science, and it was amazing to see something mechanical that ran on its own without magic. We were yet to know where they had gotten the knowledge from, but as good as it was, it made people lazy.

Balls And waves of red hot fire and golden flames flew like raindrops, knocking its target. The patrols fought for their lives, slashing and trusting their spears and swords to the enemies. Bong and Bato were fighting back to back a black wolf but suddenly the grasses on their feet grew and wrapped them. They helplessly cut the grasses but they just keep growing. Seizing the opportunity, the wolf lunged at the both of them and bit their head off. Bato's perfectly round and shiny head rolled on the ground and was squashed to pulp by a Reaper. Rila stared in horror at her friends. She picked a dagger from her hips and threw it on the plant Badblood. The dagger sunk perfectly on the forehead.

Her mind was made up on Evan, she had washed her hands. Facing the fire, Hunter shouted Walutanga’s name. He had never been to the Chief’s house before but Walutanga had told him about the house and where his bedroom was. The fire was all over the place but Hunter stepped on it like nothing. He had a cloth on his face to prevent him from inhaling too much smoke. He knew he didn’t have much time and had to hurry before he passed out. He reached a door that seemed like Walutanga’s from what the boy had described to him before. He busted it open and was met with smoke. He heard a voice shouting for help. “Walutanga!” Hunter shouted.

Now the most expensive quarry in the shadow trade. Victor stood at the top of his tower. Hudson River below him, placid and indifferent. A glass of scotch in his hand—left to sweat, untouched. His mind dragged him back to that blood-soaked night. The night he’d been certain had burned every trace of his sin to ash. It turned out one thread had never caught fire. The phone barked. “Status?” “Twelve teams in motion. Boston, Philadelphia, Baltimore—all active. Every informant, every street rat. All hunting the Moretti girl.”

“My own blood has betrayed us. Raine ‘Blackjack’ Mercer and her lapdog, that ex-military scum Cole Maddox, are traitors. They murdered Lieutenant Marcus in cold blood to cover their tracks. Anyone with information on their whereabouts gets ten grand and my personal favor. Bring them in breathing if you can… but dead works too. Blood demands blood.” The transmission ended with an immediate click. Raine froze beside me, her hand finding mine immediately. Vex was inviting the whole damn underworld to the hunt. And we were already running on fumes.

BLOOD AND VOWS --- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO HIS FIRST KILL “A man doesn’t become a monster. He just finds out what was already in him.” He was thirteen the first time someone handed him a gun. It was a summer night in Palermo. The kind of heat that clings to the bones. Alessio Moretti stood in the back of a butcher shop that doubled as a safehouse, blood on the floors, sweat on his neck, the sound of meat hooks swinging faint in the dark. Don Salvatore was there. So was his father. And in the middle of the room, tied to a chair, was a man with a bag over his head and a bruise blooming around his eye.