Cowboy Bounty Hunter Novels & Stories

"Uncle Grey's son, Anthony, told me that his friend, a bounty hunter and assassin, was asked to investigate the matter and if it's true, is ready to commission the friend to acquire the Luna. Anthony's friend… well, brother-in-law, killed the person of course, but he told Anthony to warn you because shit is going to go down." Hendrix fell back on the chair, his heart sinking into his stomach. This wasn't his worst nightmare but it's about to be. He never expected it because it was something he never imagined would happen. Who would? From being a cursed she-wolf destined to ruin his life to becoming a she-wolf destined to be hunted down to be stored as life insurance. It was insane.

he assured. Upon hearing the term “bounty hunter,” the first name that crossed my mind was Estefan. After all, he was a bounty hunter as well. No one was better at finding people and capturing them undetected than him. That was why I had gone to him to help me find Aurora.

Incensed, my mind finally awakened, and I shot forward across the bed, only to be dragged backward, forced to look into his eyes. He wagged his finger several times, giving me a stern look. "I'm very disappointed in you, Serena. I thought we were getting along so well." "Did your boss tell you to fuck me?" He chuckled, caressing my face before loosening his hold. "I have no boss, Serena. I'm a bounty hunter and you are one hot catch." A bounty hunter? Why would a man like Santana Dioletti use a bounty hunter? "I don't believe you."

Then one of them, a woman with braided hair and sharp eyes said, “You’re good.” I didn’t look up. “I’ve had practice.” Kellan studied me too. “You were a bounty hunter, weren’t you?” I froze. He noticed. “Thought so,” he said quietly. “You have that look. The ones who’ve seen blood and don’t flinch from it.” I didn’t reply. He crouched beside me. “You running from them?” I met his eyes. “I’m running from everyone.” He held my gaze for a moment, then nodded. “Good answer.”

I could not guess which Alpha or pack this man was working for; all I knew was that this man was reveling at the prospect of handing me in and claiming a bountiful reward. I carefully steadied my heart and prepared for an attack that I was sure would come. This bounty hunter had come here to claim a bounty. His only mistake was that he clearly underestimated me, and for that, he would pay dearly. I smiled sarcastically and waited for him to bring it in.

Babe asked timidly. “You name it, he’s done it.” Cowboy shook his head. “Dealing drugs, gun running, prostitution, money laundering, kidnapping, and we just took away his last load of humans that he was selling to the cartel. Most of them were just kids he was selling into slavery.” Babe backed away in horror. “And Brian?” Rain asked. “Will he get away with what he’s done?” Cowboy shrugged. “I hope not. In his own way, he could be considered worse than Blade. He destroyed whole families. We have enough evidence to send Brian Williams to jail for over 400 years if a person could live that long. And knowing that old bastard, he just might.”

“Guests can leave.” He accepted that with a slight tilt of his head. “What I am going to tell you,” he said, “is going to be difficult to accept. I want you to hear all of it before you react.” “I am a bounty hunter who hunts werewolves. My capacity for accepting difficult information is considerable.” “This is different,” he said, and the steadiness in his voice shifted just slightly. Not much. Just enough to tell me that whatever was coming, it had weight even for him. “This is personal.”

The scars my mate made damn sure would never heal, tattooed into each side of my inner thighs. Did the man see those? Humiliation tore at my chest. The sob heaved deep in my throat, but no sound came. I sucked in the pain. Plucked out the noise. I wrapped the towel around my body and pressed another to my damp hair. I opened the door and there the hunter stood, holding clothes out. Women’s clothes. My brow tipped. “My wife’s. My late wife. She died… years ago. She wasn’t nearly as small as you but at least you’ll have something to wear,” he said, avoiding my gaze. I took the clothes from his hand and retreated back to the bathroom.

He looked up to see someone he knew that he really needed at the moment. 'Philip Vaquero', arguably the greatest bounty hunter of his time with very few competition. With an almost perfect record, he made his way to the top spot in the bounty hunter world and what made him fearsome was that all his bounties were top tier and of the highest grade. So if Vaquero ever came for you, all you could do was hope that you were wanted alive. Such a fearsome man stood in front of Nega and called him "BOSS" with a casual salute and he reciprocated with a casual "yo"

He questions with a laugh. “Why else would I want to be on your damn land? I am a bounty hunter, and that man you let get away raped and killed a 17-year-old girl,” I hiss, walking up to the wolf and shoving him hard in the chest. “You better watch it fangs,” He growls, standing straight again. “I don’t have time for this. He got away, and all you’ve done is waste my time," I snap, turning to leave. “Where do you think you are going?” He demands following after me. “Hey, bloodsucker, I’m talking to you!” He shouts, grabbing for my arm.