Novel & Cerita Bounty Hunters Clone Wars

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."

I pant, looking up into his face with a fierce, reckless grin, "I'm going to do it on my own terms." "Get him!" my father roars from above, pointing down at us as a dozen bounty hunters flood the lower level, their weapons raised and ready. "Take the child intact, and strip the rest of him for parts!" The warehouse explodes into absolute chaos. Gunfire chips away at the concrete pillars, sending deadly shards of gray shrapnel flying through the damp air. Liam fires back, his shots precise, but he is moving too slowly, favoring his wounded side. A mercenary lunges from the shadows, his combat knife flashing in the strobe lights, aiming straight for Liam's throat.

Now he was my only support who could show me the light out of this hideous place. "W-w-who are you?" I stuttered, looking at him. "I'm the last person alive in this place, Anderson Parkmerg. Except for me, she killed all of them in her heart-wrenching game." With that clever glance, he smirked at me and asked. "Aren't you curious to know about this place?" I stayed quiet, but he started telling the story with a grin.

Howard and Clayton were dead—finally. When they hadn’t been able to lose Aurora and her team, they had decided to try to make a break for the jewelry store, using it as cover until they could make their way into the chamber below the floor. They thought they would at least be able to take out the two Hunters and impede the Guardian’s progress enough so that they could get away; they were wrong.

He didn't expect this to take such a time. He walked closer to the three bounty hunters who were rubbing their cheeks. He was the first man to raise his hand on them and the only one that had the power to do so. They bow to him—they are controlled by him—and were trained by him as well. “You three are useless…!!!!” he screeched, stamping his foot heavily on the floor. “What is the essence of having you when she can't be found? Do you think I believe those rumors that she is dead?” he nibbled on his bottom lip, turning his back on them.

Claire interrupted, “What exactly is a Hunter?” He took a deep breath, steadying himself. “A hunter is a type of human who was or is a Mythical bounty hunter. They have enhanced skills; fighting abilities, enhanced senses. I think one or both of your parents were Hunters. Especially after seeing you in action. Haven’t you ever wondered how you could fight and keep up with the wolves and vampires in your coven and pack? Love, you ARE A HUNTER.”

A red laser dot suddenly sliced through the darkness from the tunnel entrance, dancing across the wet brick wall before settling directly onto the center of my chest. "Elowen St. Claire," a mercenary's voice echoed through the dark, cold vault. "Step away from Blackwood. Your father has offered a bounty for your return. The boy is optional." I froze, the freezing water licking at my waist, looking back into the dark as the flashlight beams grew blindingly bright. Killian didn't look at the shooters. He looked down at me, his hand slowly sliding down to the waistband of his trousers, his silver eyes burning with a dark, commanding fire.

"Whatever, I'm buying the pork buns. Wait here." "K." I pulled out my waterskin to get a drink of water. A battalion of bounty hunters decided to make a grand entrance into the market, dressed in thick leather armour. A large wagon trailed on behind them, lead by a bald woman. My eyes moved to the two bounty hunters riding on her side. They both sat on horses that looked... too familiar. One of them looked a lot like Rakia's horse, Luca. My eyes remained fixated on the two horses, trying to note some clue or something, but suddenly, a banana peel hit me in the face. "Hey!"