Fantasy Bounty Hunter Novels & Stories

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."

Rhys calls from the otherside of the door. “It’s fine, you can come in, she’s dressed.” I call back They make their way in with Connor. “We heard something that we didn’t think was true, but it all makes sense now.” Rhys tells us. “The Hunter that brings in the best bounty will get more than money. They will be given immortality.” “They will be turned?” Bella blurts out. “We all know what Hunters are after and it doesn’t seem to be Vampires. Even though they are the scum of the Earth.” Rhys snarls "Fucking blood feeders."

'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

He grumbled as I brought my hands down to see him rubbing his side. “Isn’t your job to be invisible? Part of that is not talking.” Sarael rolled her eyes. “His question was rude, mostly the tone. But just so we can be prepared for people coming after you, what was the bounty?” “I don’t know how flattered I am, but he set it at a million.” I frowned. “A million USD or EGP?” Azriel questioned, arching an eyebrow and ignoring my Aunt’s previous comment that he should be invisible. “USD. One million American dollars to the person that brings me to him, dead or alive.” I scoffed. Of course, Father would put the price in American money as it would entice more of the American hunters.

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.

The captains of the group were puzzled why David asked such a question. However, Florian replied, “David, bounty hunters not only help the empire catch the wanted criminals, but we also occasionally go out to hunt galaxy beasts and explore some unknown areas to get high rewards.” “I don't have any hobbies, but I like to study strange things. If you find something you’re unfamiliar with and have no use for when exploring the unknown, I hope I can buy them at a high price,” David said. ‘I see!’ The captains breathed a sigh of relief. They were fine after David stated his request. They automatically ignored the high price part.

Taken couldn't stand to be near normal people without killing them, so if one of us was safe, we all were. He was dressed in dark grey, with leather boots and a matching utility belt that hung at his waist. A gun sat at each hip, separated by a flashlight and a short sheathed knife. I looked up at his face and cringed. His skin was the tannest I'd ever seen, his blue eyes sharp and cold. He had a half sun tattooed on the side of his face, stretching from his right temple down to the tip of his jaw. "Where are you headed?"

When I got home I told Damon about the bounty hunter, Damon was not amused, but none the less he was happy I was safe, Anton was a brutal bounty hunter, a man that would kill anyone, as long as he was being paid, not many bounty hunters killed women or children, they had ethics, but Anton was not one of them, he was one of the few that didn't mind killing children, even new born babies had lost their lives to him, but it begged the question, what would drive someone to have a baby killed? What kind of enimity could one possibly have with a baby? Why would anyone hire a bounty hunter to kill a baby? So many questions but no answers.

It was too low to hear anything, but when Ventura’s pale green vampire eyes fell on me, his smile widened, showing me his long canines. “I wanted to ask, what happened to the girl in the file?” Ventura questioned as he slid to the edge of his seat and leaned closer to me. “Surely, Ventura, you already know. The report I gave my father was thorough. She’s a bounty hunter who had been given the Michael Umbridge contract. Her sole job was to bring him to jail. Which she successfully did.”

he searched for the word, "Business ventures. The Blood Moon Ball is the event, everyone who is anyone will be there." "Wait are you suggesting that Izzie attend to get information for potential targets," Jake's eyes widened. "Exactly," Cassius smiled at Jake, mistaking Jake's statement for back up. Izzie just stared at him with her jaw hanging open. "So you're cool with that?" Jake probed, "Betraying your own kind?" Cassius just shrugged, unbothered by what Jake had just implied, "I don't want to see the gruesome details or anything, but sure why not. Besides, we're immortal, got to cull the herd somehow."