Bounty Hunters Salary Novels & Stories

said the killer organization owner furiously. “Roger boss!” replied the body guard to her. “Let see how you able to manage and survive this situation Richard A.K.A Bony Hanzo” then she smiled bitterly while she was drinking her red wine. The assassins received the urgent notice to kill Bony Hanzo with have the bounty head worth of twenty billion dollars either he is dead or alive, if anyone can kill him can received that much money and become the next Top 20 assassin in the organization.

“I don’t have to trust you in order to work with you” “See, that’s where you are wrong” he sets the box down in front of her. He bends over opening the box and brings out a short coat with H which is Hunter’s initials inscribed on its back. He hands it to her “I should wear this when I’m out on missions?” “Yes, you do. You must always provide proof of death before you claim your reward. Hunters take 50% of your money after each mission. Hunters don’t care about the injuries you sustain during a mission, tend to them yourself. That’s all you need to know”

I said, glaring at the wolf, itching to stab that waggling tongue of his. Was there a way I could kill him without making Lucia even more suspicious? “Ryan, do you know these people?” she asked bluntly. Might as well give her enough to let me off the hook. “Bounty hunters. They are a small pack further East and they work for whoever pays them.” She pressed further stubbornly. “And do you know who that is? Who were they sent to kill?” “No,” I admitted truthfully. “They are often hired to capture deserters alive. There might be a runaway from Northern Fang on the loose.”

It hit me now, these morons could be some newly recruited bounty hunters; It was always money. They held no resentment or vindictive vibes, enough sign that it was no banshee seeking revenge for a vendetta. There was no benefit in breaking a sweat when I could just bribe my way out. “How much is it? I will double it.” I hollered in the empty valley edge. “Miss, please! Don’t make it hard for us. We don’t want to resort to extreme measures but we are ordered to escort you back.” He informed in a stern voice though I could detect agitation in his tone.

She usually does that when she is nervous. “I am a bounty hunter.” “what do you hunt?” “humans who are being wanted by the cops, I catch them they pay me, I also hunt your kind, still to capture and hand them over to whoever is paying me. I hunt all sorts of supernatural beings.” “that’s … such a profession,” Cole says as his eyes slide on the storm and she hums a dry laugh. “so did you know that she does this?” I ask her and she shoots me a look I can almost guess is her pleading with me.

“ There’s something you need to hear, something important. ” “ Spill it out. ” “ A bounty, ” Matteo said, his words precise, nearly mechanical. “ They’ve placed a bounty on her head. ” I let the words hang in the air for a long moment, my grip tensing around the gravestone rail. A bounty. My blood turned cold. I exhaled and felt like I needed the cigarettes he talked about. “Five million. That was the price they were willing to pay for Sarian.” “ Who? ” I asked, my voice low, controlled even though I could feel the anger raising in me.

"Which means she'll be brought to wherever we set up our base of operations. We interrogate her, get information on Lysander's location and plans, and then we strike." It was a solid plan. Better than anything I'd come up with on my own. "How much for the bounty?" Sena asked. "Enough to make it worth someone's while, but not so much that it seems suspicious." Callister considered. "Ten thousand gold pieces? That's significant enough to get people's attention but within the realm of what the Alliance would offer for a dangerous fugitive." "Make it fifteen thousand," I said. "I want every mercenary, every bounty hunter, every opportunist in the territories looking for her."

"Mr. McCormick, without the protection of The Sovereign Residences, do you even realize what kind of storm that madman has invited upon himself? "Two of the most powerful families in Holtrien have issued bounty kill orders at the same time. The combined reward is nearly a billion—enough to send every killer and martial artist across Gabo Creek Province, maybe even the entire country, into a blood-fueled frenzy!" Derek gave a faint sneer, his tone laced with disdain. "It's true—money can make even the dead dance. The old saying still holds. A bounty like that is guaranteed to bring every butcher and scoundrel out of hiding.

My mission was simple: Eliminate the Iglesias heiress. Before the one night stand, the protection, or being Dorian’s Dog. I was something else before I was Mr. Nightwood. Something much undesirable and menacing. Not something I wished to become but unfavorable circumstances led me to that point. I mean, we do what we have to survive, no? “The bounty had been raised to 1 Billion, Hunter.” Kieran informed, pretending to be reading a book while we were meeting secretly in a library. “If you won’t start the hunt, others will, Zayne.”

The noise inside the filthy basement was soon disturbed by the simultaneous buzzing of phones as a name popped up at the top of the list. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A new bounty was posted, and it was for $100,000,000. It's for capturing a guy named Marcus Fitz whose photo from the tabloid decades ago was published and under his name was the title "the Headmaster of the Black Order." Depending on rank $10,000 - $50,000 for every member of the Black Order's head. The last known location is California. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Audible gasps filled the room as the silence set in. Soon they start smirking. All the bounty hunters cheered in glee. A huge amount of money for a person everyone hates is a deal