Clone Wars Bounty Hunters Novels & Stories

he shrugs, “if you leave here you'd just find my colleagues and attack them. No, you either make your stand here and die or you try to retreat and die. Those are your only options.” “Well, aren't you just a ray of sunshine” Corrin mocks, “what makes you think you'll win?” “Because I will,” he says flatly. What the fuck are we going to do? “Enough talking” Ash roars as he lunges at the Knight. He brings his claws down on the man, but he's faster, pulling his Claymore and using it to block the blow. The impact makes a screeching sound as his claws scrape the steel. He uses the blunt side of the Claymore to push Ash back then he swings.

Ronan asked. The man flinched, just slightly, but it was enough. I saw it in his eyes—the moment he knew we’d caught on. I bent down, grabbing his hand and turning it to the side, exposing the faint mark etched into his skin. My growl rumbled in my throat. "He's a hunter." "Fuck," he hissed, the rope snapping as his claws swiped through the air where I’d just been. He bolted, but he wasn’t fast enough.

When we were kids, she used to get us into all kinds of trouble and I would always get blamed for it because once she flashed those big blue eyes, no one could accuse her of any wrongdoing. “To do it more often?” I laughed, thankful for the comic relief. Despite my bravado and earlier reassurances to Devon, I was still nervous. As he said, I did not like to kill animals. Werewolves were actually peaceful creatures and we didn’t hunt other animals asides from the Grant Hunt and the wolves who did it for sport. It wasn’t banned or anything so they were in their rights. It just wasn’t something I liked doing. For this reason, I was nervous. Plus, the Alpha’s arrogant son, Louis was participatin

I am so proud of you, baby. I set the recorder down and reached for the journal. Carson growled and I paused to look at him. “Ah, perfect. Carson’s still here.” I turned towards the door where my guys stood, all holding a gun. Timothy walked in and placed a gun before me. “Want to hunt?” I eagerly nodded, excited to try out the calls. “You have five minutes.” He looked down at his watch. “Starting now.”

For a time, the Collins family suspected they had offended some powerful figure who had hired someone to sabotage them. Arista instinctively thought of Noah and immediately sent him a message to ask. To her surprise, he admitted it outright. Noah told her he was a mercenary who had since joined a borderless international bounty hunter organization. The organization was highly capable and filled with specialists, serving powerful clients. But he had his own principles: he made money to save people and help the world. His methods might be gray, but he never crossed the bottom line. He had already replaced the Collins family's main server in advance. All the data had been preserved and sent bac

“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.

The scar under Silas’s left shoulder is the same place Crescent wolves were marked after oath-taking. Ethan had fallen for a spy. And now, he was chasing him into open fire. Unknown POV A figure stepped through the smoke of the ridge, cloak whipping in the wind. The bounty hunters were gone. Only blood remained. And Silas Unconscious. Broken. Still breathing. The figure crouched beside him. Fingers brushed his throat. Then lifted a comm. “Target secured. Prepare for delivery.” Because loyalty is a weapon And someone just pulled the trigger.

Chase scoffed. "A bounty? So you're—" "I'm Chase Collins from South River City, the very Chase you've put a bounty on. Today, I stand here to seek justice for the lives of over a hundred orphans from Green Hills Orphanage!" Chase interrupted Callum bluntly without any expression on his face. His tone was emotionless, yet everyone could feel the murderous intent. It was almost tangible, scraping painfully against everyone's faces. "Chase Collins? Who's that?" "Could it be that rising true master of martial arts from South River City? What's he doing here?"

The warriors moved like shadows, freeing caged wolves and herding the humans toward the border. But one hunter stood his ground. He was older than the others, his face scarred, his eyes cold. He raised a silver-tipped crossbow and aimed at Clara. "Hidden Luna," he spat. "I've been hunting your kind for thirty years." "Then you know you can't win." "I don't need to win. I just need to slow you down." He fired. Kael lunged, pushing Clara aside. The bolt struck his shoulder, burying deep. He cried out and collapsed.

As she began to move about inside the room, it became clear that she had no plans to do that. Clove arrived soon with a gamma wolf from my new pack. "Her man is a bounty hunter," he said. When he looked at my face, he blinked fast and quickly rephrased, "I mean... the human. The one following her about. He's a bounty hunter."