Clone Wars Bounty Hunters Novels & Stories

We are here to keep you and your friends safe. Who are you? Chloe couldn’t help herself from asking. What are you? We will explain all in due time but right now, consider us your allies and loyal guardians. The voice replied cryptically. Chloe wanted to push for more answers but before she could say anything, the shadows melted away along with the trees. Ahead of the group, the land rolled down into a valley, stretching as far as the eye could see. There was nothing but snow covered prairies and the endless night sky scattered with stars like diamonds on velvet. It was all just land and sky...

"And here I thought the Shadow Syndicate had some pride left." The shadows exploded. Ten figures materialized from the training shed. Seasoned A-class bounty hunters, clad in dull leather and tactical mana-armor. Synchronized lethality of a wolf pack. I didn't wait. I dropped my center, crimson silk tearing at the hem as I lunged. The first hunter - brute with a serrated shortsword - swung horizontally. I leaned back, spine bending into a bridge, blade hissing an inch above my nose. Planted palms on dirt. Executed a violent headstand-kick. Boots connected with his jaw.

Taking his hand, he gently helped her to her feet just as Cal arrived back with Liam's cloak and a few satchels. "As I said before, Caliana Raine, will be this years Hunter Apprentice. If they have a problem with it, they will answer to me." Caliana was too shocked to respond as Liam draped his cloak over her shoulder, guiding her back to the group of Hunters waiting with their horses.

I’ve braided my long black hair, undone it, then re-braided it, fidgeting about in the back, settling even deeper into my large, white, fur coat, and I decided it's time to say something. “I’m hungry sir,” I tell the driver. The golden and brown curtain dividing the front and back of the carriage is drawn and my bodyguard, Dante, checks on me. He’s dressed in his official black and red armor, and I can see his sword poking through the side of the curtain, about to fall over to my side. “Aren’t you hot in that thing,” I ask. “Aren’t you, dressed in that fancy rug,” Dante replies, mocking my coat. “I’ll have you know I can have your head for that, as the future wife of Imperator Seth,” I giggl

Kaliden had gone through a Haze in front of me, but it was after I had learned of everything so I just hid in my room and let his instincts guide him back to his wife. This was one thing that made married men safe when it came to a Haze, because a part of the wedding ceremony was to Claim your spouse with a bit to their wrist those forming and sealing a Bond. So when the Haze hit you, your Soul-animal would seek out it’s partner and just blindly pass anyone else around them, especially the Unclaimed. Yet here I was, painfully exposed in my thin nightgown with nothing but a fluffy shawl over my shoulders for cover. And strangely, my own body was beginning to heat up, a burning flush spreading

“That was one time.” “Whatever.” Chloe waved a hand, dismissing my defense. “The point is, the sworn enemy phase is officially dead. I just hope he knows how lucky he is that you didn’t actually murder him when he reprogrammed your locker.” I laughed, the last of my anxiety settling. This was fine. They were taking it exactly how I wanted them to. I looked over at Julian. He hadn’t said anything yet. He was just watching me. He had that calm, steady look he always wore, the one that made him so easy to be around. He was a patient person, the kind of guy who never pushed for things that weren’t freely offered to him.

But not with locals. There were men with cybernetic eyes polishing rifles in the shade of tea shops. There were women in high-tech stealth suits haggling for water skins. Mercenaries. Assassins. The scum of the supernatural underworld. "The Executor wasn't kidding," Catherine whispered, standing close to Jack. She wore a white linen shmagh wrapped around her head, her blue eyes sharp and alert. "It's a convention. 'Bounty Hunter Con 2024'." "And we are the main attraction," Jack smirked. "Let's go say hello."

GEMMA The time had come. It was already shut down when everyone was down and ready. I was wearing combat leathers and fighting gloves, along with dark boots. Everyone was wearing something similar to their taste. A few of the bounty hunters used weapons. They cleaned their blades or tested the strings of their bows, or flexed their nun chucks or spiked clubs. They looked like a band of troublemakers. I couldn't help but smile. We were about to get into trouble. We were ready to infiltrate the Obsidian Wolves' underground hideout once again and rescue Nate.

There were no real Celestial Rankers. Of course, he would not eliminate the fact that someone might be hiding their strength to amaze everyone with a single brilliant feat during the last battle. Three days passed and the people meant to pick up Astrid had not yet arrived. Meanwhile, the bounty hunters’ battle had reached the final round. The participants were from Shadow Hunters and Berserk Hunters. Both of them were partial Cosmos Rankers. After four hours of battle, the young bounty hunter from Berserk Hunters defeated his opponent and got first place.

“Nevertheless, I’m not part of these team—can’t you see what I’m wearing. Look at my headband. Bounty Hunters Forever!” “Oh my. Today sure is the Bounty collector’s lucky day. Like using one bird to kill two stones.” Another male voiced wearing a dark cloak, glowing bronze in one eye with the letter ‘C’ emblem below the glowing right eye while putting his hand on the young lady’s blond braided hair as she pursed her lips for she was average in height seemingly the shortest.