Cowboy Hunter Novels & Stories

Seth shakes his head, "I'm sure that other bounty hunters could do the same." "Wait... I know you two..." Hunter raises her voice, looking to Seth, "You're the Black Fox and you, Nixon right?" Nixon nods. "The Black Fox and the Jackal... I can't believe my luck was that shit." Hunter clicks her tongue before attempting to roll herself over, failing to do so in the process.

He looked up at them and asked, “Where exactly am I anyway?” Cowboy shot a look at his angry companion and then turned back to Blade. “You’re at the Breed’s compound.” Blade really felt confused by this. “Breeds? What is that?” “It’s an MC, asshole. My MC.” Breed growled. “One you tried to burn to the ground not so long ago.” The glass slipped from his hand and dropped onto the bed as he stared at Breed in shock. Again, the man called Cowboy, who seemed to be a doctor, reached for his wrist.

AVA’s POV The night of Hunter’s challenge finally came. Me, Jared, Brock, and Syria all came along to be by his side. As we all entered the arena, everyone was screaming and cheering for Hunter’s name. It was fifty-fifty actually. But most are women, making my wolf growl lowly knowing how many women wanted our mate. I mean look at him. His toned muscles are visible as he is wearing nothing but boxers and shorts. Compared to his father who was wearing a massive armor in his body, Hunter is indeed a god.

They instinctively looked down. Then everyone froze. The pink, suggestive interface of "Goddess Hunter" disappeared. It was replaced by a cold black interface that looked like a tombstone. At the center of the screen, the photo of me that had been treated as prey vanished too. In its place was Gary's face, twisted with shock. Under his photo, blood red words slowly appeared. [New game activated, Scumbag Hunter.] [Target: Gary Zachary York.] A cold, emotionless synthetic voice came from everyone's phone at the same time.

I don't. "Put something on, for god’s sake." "My pants are confetti somewhere in those trees. Knock yourself out looking." "I'm not looking for your pants." "You don’t seem to be having any trouble looking at my dick." "I did not." "Hunter." His name still lands, three weeks running, every single time. "You absolutely did." His jaw sets, that muscle going under the stubble, and the worst part of me reads it as a point on the board and immediately wants another.

Screaming at the hunters coming toward him with bows and swords. To only hear a voice that made everyone go still. "Stop" Just one command and all the hunters bow down. And that's when Volkan's grey eyes met the dark black ones of the man behind everything. Daniel Black The leader of Hunters stood in front of him. His face emotionless, not caring of the bloodshed of the innocents he just committed in name of ending the werewolf specie, which according to the humans were heartless beasts that are to be eliminated at all cost.

I vaguely registered the pain as my attention snapped back to the hunters. The male hunter leapt down from the fence with inhuman grace, sprinting the rest of the way to my bride, and when they finally met, he embraced her like one would a long-lost lover. That burning sensation in my chest intensified until I thought my ribs might crack, and I lunged for them, wanting desperately to pry that man away from her. How dare he hold her like that? In a way I never have. And she was hugging him back, clinging to him like he was life itself, like he was her salvation.

He met the first half-blood near the west watchtower and cleaved it cleanly through the chest, silver blade hissing as it cut through cursed flesh. More poured in, but he noticed something. Their movements were coordinated and tactical. They weren’t just slaughtering, they were hunting. With narrowed eyes, he leapt from the blood-slicked courtyard into the north wing, intercepting a unit making their way past two injured guards who turned to face him, snarling. One lunged for his throat. He sidestepped, drove a dagger into its eyes, and slashed down another with a spin, but they kept on coming. And their target, he realized, wasn’t the armory or the inner halls. It was ‘him’.

Maybe she's looking for me? I'm not sure what a hunter is but Addie is my hope for rescue. If Rainn is the guy from the bar, then she's with the other gorgeous male that made my heartbeat. I now have a way to drown out all the pain and suffering and this will be my new happy place. "I told you that I would help you and I intend on doing so. Having the hunters dead is going to be beneficial to all our business. We just can't do anything rash that would get the attention of the council.

I whispered as fidgeted with my fingers "Well don't look so glum I'm here to give you a second chance if your willing to take it, it's your choice" "What do you mean" "I mean you have a choice if you wanna become a hunter, here we are at the hunter institute where we recruit and train people to become hunters to defend threats to the supernatural and human community " I just stared at him as he continued "There are also hunters that are part of an elite group called assassin hunters, they are few but they are the strongest and most powerful of all the hunters , chris here is part of that group", he glanced at chris then back to me "he's a vampire with special abilities one of them being he c