Bounty Hunters Clone Wars Novels & Stories

“Frustrating, isn’t it? I went through thirty-eight weapons before I found mine.” “His was a shovel,” Rion deadpans. Edward laughs. “It was not a shovel. It was a halberd. It only looked like a shovel because it was a prototype. You know this, Rion.” I laugh too, but it’s strained. The farther I go, the more ridiculous I feel. What if I’m the only one who doesn’t get a weapon? What if I’m a different type of hunter altogether? Worse—what if I’m not actually a hunter at all? What if someone made a mistake?

Andrew was stunned. The three billion-dollar bounty from the Dark Clans was no small amount. From what he knew, Guillermo's bounty from Dark Trinity was only five billion Meurico dollars. At the top of the Dark Clans' wanted list was none other than Reginald, the leader of Dragonfang, with a bounty of 12 billion Meurico dollars. Moreover, it was a joint bounty issued by the Lomuia Grand Cathedral and the Dark Clans. Juno glanced at Andrew and said coldly, "So, you understand why none of us are living an easy life, right? But the one living the hardest life is Mr. Lloyd Senior. As his son, I hope you don't let everyone down."

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

I felt for the blade strapped on my waist and grabbed it by the hilt. The door of my office-slash-house remained closed. The darkness inside of it was visible through the frosted square glass with the sticker “SCARLETMARK,” and underneath it, my name: Ruby Carnelian. Working as a bounty hunter, I could never be sure what was waiting for me whenever I got home from a job. If that was the case, this would not be the first time. I mean, if you’re out most days chasing supernatural creatures and devious humans, one of them—or someone who knows them—was bound to get some revenge on me of some sort. My fingers tightened on the hilt. It never hurt to be sure.

"We stop it here." Naz's voice turned grim. "New intel just hit. Those clones? They're not just infiltrators. They're walking bioweapons—engineered to carry a hemorrhagic fever strain." The room tilted. My father's last words echoed in my skull: You weren't supposed to come back. Now I knew why. The assault went kinetic at 02:17. We blew the eastern gate with shaped charges. Jeff moved like a ghost through the smoke, dropping guards with suppressed headshots while I cleared the corridors. Blood pounded in my ears, my HUD flashing with Naz's updates as she hacked their security grid.

I woke up gasping, heart threatening to stop pumping blood. I grabbed Adam’s arm, shaking him awake. “Something’s wrong.” Ezra was already on his feet, staff raised, eyes narrowed at the trees. And then I saw the bounty hunters. Their eyes glowed amber in the dark, their bodies shifting between man and beast as they surrounded the camp. And emblazoned across their armor was the mark I’d prayed never to see again. Fate Pack. My pack. My curse. My chains. They’d found me.

The man sneered, exposing his teeth, and I could see his dirty teeth reflecting in the light emitted from the silver glow of the moon overhead. The man's claws extracted at once, his eyes flashed a dangerous shade of red, and it hit me at once that I was standing before a bounty hunter. I could not guess which Alpha or pack this man was working for; all I knew was that this man was reveling at the prospect of handing me in and claiming a bountiful reward.

After our weapons left each other’s touch, we took a huge step back, leaving us a three-meter gap, or less. “You also got some nice skill there,” He exclaimed with amazement, “No wonder why there is a glut of bounty on your head.” What is he blabbering about? “Bounty?” I asked with curiosity while maintaining my posture and focus. “What do you mean?” “What?” He raised a brow, “You don’t know? Someone wants to meet you, or should I say, to seize you.” To capture me? For what? “Royal swordplay huh,” He muttered without even enlightening me, “For a master swordsman like me, finding the opponent’s flaws is a piece of cake.” He took another stance and jumped towards me. I know this time for sure,

GEMMA The time had come. It was already shut down when everyone was down and ready. I was wearing combat leathers and fighting gloves, along with dark boots. Everyone was wearing something similar to their taste. A few of the bounty hunters used weapons. They cleaned their blades or tested the strings of their bows, or flexed their nun chucks or spiked clubs. They looked like a band of troublemakers. I couldn't help but smile. We were about to get into trouble. We were ready to infiltrate the Obsidian Wolves' underground hideout once again and rescue Nate.

“Two breaking through!” A pair of bounty hunters darted low, using the chaos as cover, eyes fixed on the middle transport. On her. Nyra braced. “Hush holds?” she asked. Elowen nodded once, jaw clenched. The first hunter reached the door and yanked it open, expecting a terrified prize. He found Nyra’s fist instead. Bone crunched. He went down. The second skidded, surprised—and in that half‑beat, his gaze slid right over Elowen. His nostrils flared, scenting for a Lunaris flare that wasn’t there.