Clone Wars Bounty Hunters Novels & Stories

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.

“She is going to help us set up traps around the town.” “Who’s going to stay here and make sure she stays safe?” “I am. I’m going to set up motion detectors and cameras.” I walked over to the portrait of my father hanging on the wall. I pulled it down and opened the safe behind it. I pulled out 6 revolvers and handed each of them one. “You see a wolf, shoot. Mona didn’t know how many wolves are looking for her.” The door opened up and we all froze. Aunt Anne walked in. She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the doorframe.

'Had Ivy told Dominic what had happened? "Oh, right!" While Darryl was thinking, Dominic took out a recommendation letter and said politely, "Even though you are now a Royal Court Knight, you are still new to Alandis, and you need to build contacts. Mr. Chaser, the leader of Bounty Alliance, is my friend. I introduced you in this letter. Perhaps you two can be friends." 'The Bounty Alliance?' Darryl was stunned to hear the name. In the next few minutes, Darryl learned that due to the many principalities in the Roland Continent, the political situation was complicated, and crime was rampant. The principalities had problems bringing those criminals to justice, so a unique profession was born—t

“Well, it is precious. And besides, if I’m going to sneak into Valeria’s clone factory, I want everything flawless. No squeaky parts, no misfires. This is serious business.” Widowmaker chuckled, loading her own pistols. “Yeah, serious business. But hey, if we blow the place up and you break a nail, I’m not babysitting.” Spider rolled her eyes. “Like you’d even notice. Last time you babysat me, you fell asleep halfway through the stakeout.” “Touché,” Widowmaker grinned. “Alright, let’s get this done before Valeria can say ‘designer babies.’” Spider gave a mock salute. “Operation Clone Hunt is a go. Time to save some kids—and maybe score some cool tech for my collection.”

I quickly pulled it from my pocket and sighed in relief when I saw Lory’s name on the screen. “Hello?” I answered immediately, pulling the phone slightly away from my ear because of the noise outside. I could hear heavy g*nfire echoing in the background. Everything was happening so fast, but I had to stay calm. For Zebediah, and for myself. “Cass? Cassssss?” I put the phone back to my ear, ignoring the chaos in Lory’s background. “Thank God you finally called.” “Damn it! Mission failed! Mission failed!” Lory’s voice trembled with panic. “There’s a full-blown clash of clans happening out here, Cass! A bunch of barbarians just stormed in, driving hummers—no, worse—they’ve got insane w*apons!”

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

Each one was emblazoned with multiple warning labels on the dangers of improper use. The thugs tried their best not to read them. Amal walked up to the counter with Nightmare in her grip. She pushed him into the counter, and knocked some of the air out of his lungs. “Hi!” she said. “We’re here to turn in a couple dozen bounties.” Claire looked up from her terminal and glanced at the group. Seven hardened bounty hunters and five of their grizzled prey. The thirteen of them were a sight to behold. She recognized a number of them.

“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.

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.