Bounty Hunters Clone Wars Novels & Stories

i said while moving backwards then i noticed something on my t - shirt, a blood stain. "Where did this come from?" I asked myself. another drop dripped on me again, it was coming from the roof , i looked up and i saw a woman killed and hanged up, her whole body was full of blood as if he was being eaten by wolves. When i was about to get out, lights started flicking in my back , somebody was really in there. I stopped and looked back then the lights cane in at once, that was the first time i met my clone face to face, i felt like i was fainting and my whole body was quivering, he looked exactly like me.

The thought of that wiped the smile clean off my face. “Oh come on, cheer up. You’re gonna do great!” Melissa said, trying to bolster my spirits. She was always good at that and I genuinely appreciated the effort even though it wasn’t working this time. “I hope so Mel. I hope-“ the sound of the horn that announced the beginning of the Hunt stopped me mid sentence. I gasped in shock. “They aren’t supposed to blow it yet. They’re supposed to send people to make sure everyone is at their station” Mel winced. “I think they did hon”

"And here I thought the Shadow Syndicate had some pride left." The shadows exploded. Ten figures materialized from the training shed. Seasoned A-class bounty hunters, clad in dull leather and tactical mana-armor. Synchronized lethality of a wolf pack. I didn't wait. I dropped my center, crimson silk tearing at the hem as I lunged. The first hunter - brute with a serrated shortsword - swung horizontally. I leaned back, spine bending into a bridge, blade hissing an inch above my nose. Planted palms on dirt. Executed a violent headstand-kick. Boots connected with his jaw.

Fafnir did the same, charging forward with black spear in hand! On the other hand, Bigby stood where he was, but he was throwing all kinds of mystic treasures like the rain! Hwata and Udal traded glances, but they had no choice other than to leap forward as well. Bang! Pandemonium erupted as both sides collided in a violent battle. The bounty hunters had come charging to the Eternia Seminary, intent on waiting for Caleb's return and claiming the bounty on his head. They were numerous and belonged to various clans and factions, each of them elite combatants desiring that billion-dollar bounty.

It was not an easy task which he had achieved and I knew that I would be stepping up my games. "Well, for how short notice that you all got these assignments, I have to say that you have done a lot and I am really proud. I bet that your people would be proud too when they discover that their princes are doing everything they can to protect them. The reason we came was to see you all and then let you know that we would support you with anything you desire. You just name it and it would be yours. But then, all hands need to be on deck. The bounty hunters are the smartest human faction that I have ever heard about. During my younger days, my father briefed me a lot and I barely witnessed them

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Don’t you?” He stood, moving to my window, careful not to get too close to me. “The Houses are mobilizing, Camryn. The bounty on your head went from five hundred to a thousand credits. Stage III Hunters are being pulled from regular deployments and assigned to special tracking units. Something has them scared.” “And you came to warn me? Out of the goodness of your heart?”

She says, wasting no time sitting in the chair opposite me. I couldn't deny I found the Reaper's true name to be intriguing. He's a Maddox? I knew Maddox was a very popular name, but still. The connection was uncanny. Though I knew he couldn't be related to the Maddox's, I knew, as Scarlett was killed before she had a chance to have kids, and Blade never seemed interested in them. But not only that, but this Hunter Maddox was from Colombia. I didn't know anyone from there. So there wasn't any possible way they could be connected. Rather it was just a random coincidence.

According to Malik, Beherit is a storm demon who Rainn and Liam had a kill order on his second in command and brother Apollyon. He said that after they killed him Beherit went crazy and has been plotting his revenge ever since. They knew who he meant immediately, and we have been training hard every day since. Three days ago, we had a visit from Jamison, who is the weapons specialist for the Vindicta. Rainn thought it would be a good idea for me to choose my specialty weapon. He told me to choose wisely and that I would know when I held it.

“You had a mother. A life. A love. I had needles. Orders—Silence.” “You can still choose—” “No,” the clone snapped. “You don’t get to offer me mercy. I was made to replace you.” Her eyes gleamed. “And now I’m going to...” She reached behind her back. Pulled a blade and lunged. Jian intercepted her mid-strike, shoving her back. The clone spun, slashing his arm before flipping over a console and vanishing into the corridor. “Damn it,” Han hissed, chasing after her.

My stomach twisted. Benton Nye. I knew that name. I had read that name. It was in the files of the American Hunters, who had allied with Sakina after she’d been freed from the Bloodmoon holding cells. The ones who had fought Bloodmoon at the private airport when Kurt and Isis were due to return from Sicily. The ones who had given chase to Khalid after he killed Sakina to save Isis. One of them. And now, he had recruited Claire. The realization sent a pulse of nausea through me. If Benton Nye was back in play, this wasn’t just about a bitter ex trying to stake a claim on a son she had abandoned. This was bigger.