Cowboy Bounty Hunter Novels & Stories

"A billionaire in D.C. is looking for his missing granddaughter. Word is the trail leads straight to Los Angeles. Payout is enough to buy three mansions in Beverly Hills." "Not interested," I said. "I don't do 'missing persons' cases. Don't bore me." "Wait! Don't hang up!" his voice dropped. "There's another one—a national bounty posted by the Darkstar pack." I stopped tapping the side of the bottle. "Go on." "The Darkstars is going ballistic looking for someone. They've put up a ten-million-dollar bounty just to get the 'Hidden Healer' to show their face. Even the person who gives the tip gets a massive cut."

But for a devilishly long time that made my heart stop momentarily. “He touched me. Everywhere. For the first time in my life I was… touched like that, so passionately, so desperately and it was scary.” I gulped, observing his horror-stricken realization that disturbed my whole being. I wonder how long had locked his eyes on me. Yet, for my own consolation, I asked, “Was it you?” Only the Hunter was capable of reaching its target silently without leaving a trace or getting caught. There couldn’t be anyone else. “You had a 1 billion bounty on your head.” He mumbled, holding the hem of his shirt, pressing his teeth together in desperation.

I opened it. BOUNTY ISSUED. TARGET: ABIGAIL [ALIAS: IVORY] STATUS: DEAD OR ALIVE VALUE: $1,000,000 My vision blurred. “What the fuck!” I whispered. “This woman is moving so fast.” A million dollars. That wasn’t just Georgina’s men. That was freelancers. Hunters. People who didn’t ask questions and didn’t hesitate. I didn’t finish packing. I dropped everything except the documents already in my hands and ran.

While this gave him extra strength, it also made his fighting style impulsive and a little sloppy. I was brainstorming where to hide Richard so I could help Dad protect Sofia when the hunter who killed my mother came over to join his friends. “ They have an older daughter as well. I managed to kill this traitors werewolf bitch but the kid escaped with her baby brother. The kid even managed to kill Jordan. I suspect she also killed everyone else as Hank was dead on the ground and Jake is missing!,” the hunter yelled at his comrades.

"You stole her from ME! She was unhappy because she was attacked at The Hunt and she was terrified she would be attacked again and what do you do? YOU ATTACKED HER!" The man flinched as he listened to Nate talk. The raider wasn't evil, he was muscle for hire, and he didn't often take jobs. None of them did, but when they heard that a man's mate had been stolen from him, they knew they had to act. Now, it appeared they had been tricked. The man hadn't had his mate stolen. The man had stolen another person's mate and he had helped. "I swear, I thought she was being held captive. We all did. We're just hired muscle, we don't kill, we don't torture, we just try to set the tribes to rights," the

We spot a few supernaturals. A group of bounty hunters, gathered near the entrance of a bar. They’re talking in hushed voices, passing around a worn-out bounty poster—my bounty poster. Achilles nudges me. "Oh, this is too easy." I raise a brow. "What are you thinking?" A slow, mischievous grin spreads across his face. "Watch and learn, love." "Oi!" He calls out, swaggering over to the group, his Aussie accent thick. The bounty hunters turn, sizing him up.

Never had I known him or heard of him but with just a look at him, I could tell he was a tough man, who seemed to have done many tough things. “Reuben.” Killian had a way of uttering people’s name. it was as though he was weighing the name to know its worth in gold of silver. “How may I help you?” Killian posed. “Your majesty, I am a bounty hunter who heard of the bounty placed on a certain royal omega.” Reuben said. Killian shook his head and smiled. A bounty of half a million bucks was placed on the absconded omega, and bounty hunters had been at work from the previous day when it was announced.

I stayed quiet, but he started telling the story with a grin. "It is a matter of the time when Norwood was the land of happiness. This kingdom settled on a freakish Island owned by Mike Stewart. It was under his rule when I started working as a statesman. His son was a turning point. It was a headache for him, seeing his son spending nights with various women every day. Because of his s*x obsession, he had fixed his marriage with a village girl, Lisa Dorling. As soon as she stepped in, the storm arrived..." He stood up and moved towards a wooden box covered with dust. Leaning a bit, he shrugged the dust off and said, wandering his hand on the handle of the box. "Want to see something? Come h

He laughed. “It shoots blessed wooden stakes. It will work just fine.” “You’re a hunter?” he hissed, backing away. “What gave me away?” I smirked, not moving the gun. “What do you want? And what happened to you?” “Your guards put up a hell of a fight.” I smiled, “My employer wants back what you stole.” “I stole nothing, who is your employer?” he asked, annoyed. “The order has sent me on behalf of Alpha Rawlins, you have taken something important from his pack, and he wants it back.” I explained.

She shot him a dangerous glare, not particularly interested in rehashing the past with him. There was something about his bare, tanned chest in her face that somehow made her forget how to breathe. “How come you didn’t bother to tell Trey and me you were a hunter?” The glyphs on his bare chest tempted her to look at them up close, but she suppressed her desire and kept her eyes on him. “What does it matter?” she asked, moving away from him. “We have to go back for aunt Kinshra.” “I’ve got to get you out of here!” A glare flashed across Rodyn’s face. “Things have gone to shit and I need to get you someplace the Lycans cannot find you.”