Bounty Hunters Clone Wars Novels & Stories

The Dark Messenger had told Damon before that he would be heavily rewarded if he managed to find any part of the Light Warrior's armor. Damon had put billions of dollars into tracking the armor down in the past few years but to no avail. Now that the Light Gloves had shown up, of course he was overjoyed. "Wonderful, Wilbur Penn! This sure is a surprise. I'll make your death a quick one out of respect for you. The real battle's only just begun." Damon radiated a thick aura of destruction. The next second, three clones of him forged completely out of black miasma appeared. They pounced on Wilbur at the same time, and Wilbur met their attacks head-on and reached his hand out at the clones' abdo

One of the hunters said, and some of them agreed. "I doubt if that will be a good idea, judging by his reputation and the fact that his father might be involved." Marco said, and some hunter's disagreed. "Those people were guilty and the Hunter's did their job. This is a different case here. We have a copycat, aiming for his or her personal goal using the Hunter's method. Unless the Wilde pack, the McCain pack, Linus' Family and the Forestwood coven is guilty of crimes against humans, it is impossible that Giles will come after them." Another hunter pointed out, and Gavin and I had achieved our purpose.

The Bounty collector revealed, “he is the unlucky one, but that doesn’t mean he will not to be bought. We are buying him also for the same amount as the others.” Azra widened his eyes. "Were you, where are you getting all your diamonds from...? This is--" “Azra Miller, forgive me for interrupting. This Bounty collector here is from the sacred Aurora clan. The clans who consist of women only while the men were sent away or bought by the Bounty hunters in a great price due to their traditions they placed on their male clan which I don't know why. From there he fought his way to top becoming the most strongest man in the city of bounty hunters at that he became the pronounced Bounty collector,

Star pulled the hood mask over her face to stop from being recognized and charged ahead, easily slitting the throat of a hunter who was overpowering a younger warrior with a blade she took from Maximus’ collection at the last minute. There were bodies of wolves in fur and skin alike littering the ground and blood seeping from wounds she prayed were mostly superficial, but more so were human bodies belonging to hunters with claw and bite marks marring their fairer skin. Star kept herself low from bullets whizzing around her as she ran into the main battle. Screams of pain and anger were drowned out around me despite the volume, all she cared for was finding Stone. Maximus’ large form crashed

a voice drawled from the shadows. A man with a cybernetic eye and a stained lab coat stepped into the light. He didn't look at their faces; he looked at Aradaa’s bandages. "I’m the Code-Breaker. You’re the one who crashed the Highland Spire. Every bounty hunter from here to the coast is looking for that blue glow." "Can you install the firewall or not?" Aradaa snapped. He stepped up to a metal chair, his boots clattering on the floor. "The signals... Cassandra’s broadcast... it’s rewriting my cells. I need it blocked."

The captains of the group were puzzled why David asked such a question. However, Florian replied, “David, bounty hunters not only help the empire catch the wanted criminals, but we also occasionally go out to hunt galaxy beasts and explore some unknown areas to get high rewards.” “I don't have any hobbies, but I like to study strange things. If you find something you’re unfamiliar with and have no use for when exploring the unknown, I hope I can buy them at a high price,” David said. ‘I see!’ The captains breathed a sigh of relief. They were fine after David stated his request. They automatically ignored the high price part.

That being the case, the clones conducted regular patrols along their section of the Galaxy - mostly to control smuggling, but to ensure their sovereignty as well. A beeper beeped, data scrolled onto the scout's screens, and the pilot felt his stomach lurch. The readings couldn't be true! Nobody had a fleet that large! Not even the Confederacy. Fonseca-Three Hundred Forty six ran the scans again, obtained the same results, and dumped them to memory. A swarm of fighters started in his direction. That was enough for him. The hyperspace jump occurred five seconds later. Nine missiles, all fired by three supposedly cloaked fighters, raced through the space the clone had so recently occupied. Fon

Just as we were about to stand up, our entire pack, including the pups, all arrive at the training center. Our eyes widened as we could not believe that our pack is so loyal that they are willing to risk their lives. Our mouth hung open at the sight of our pack. I stand up, and I walk towards the commander. “What is going on, commander,” I ask. Staring back and forth at my pack and the commander. “Austin, you know we are friends. I will stand by you no matter what. If we need to go to war, then so be it. We need to bring back our members that were kidnapped, including our little pups.” The commander replies. Giving me a sympathetic smile.

Victor was gone, gone—Harlan’s team spiriting him away in the chaos. Elena’s sob broke free, her body collapsing against mine. “He’s always one step ahead.” Marco’s laptop, salvaged, pinged: “Phase 3: Bounty to 100 million. Global hunt. – V.” Sofia’s hand found ours, her voice weak but defiant. “We don’t run. We fight.” Harlan’s mole network. Victor’s escape. The bounty’s call to arms. The war wasn’t over. It was hunt season. Chapter 34

"The Crimson Phoenix Clan bounty on you is still active, by the way. Two hundred gold. Someone matched it last month. Four hundred total now." I stop eating. "Who matched it?" "Unknown party. Filed through a broker in the Azure Dragon capital." He eats another bite. "My clan's network picked it up. I thought you should know." "Why tell me?" He sets his chopsticks down. Looks at me directly. "Because you yielded correctly in the ruin, freed the guardian's assessment without fighting it, and every time someone else would have run you went forward." He picks his chopsticks back up. "I respect that. So I tell you things."