Just A Humble Bounty Hunter Novels & Stories

"Movement. East." We were on our feet in seconds. Lucien handed me a rifle. "Stay behind me." I took it. "I am not staying behind you this time." He didn't argue because he knew it was useless. Three figures emerged from the treeline. Armed, moving fast. They were the bounty hunters. Lucien stepped forward, scent flaring. "Turn back." The lead hunter laughed. "We can't, that bounty's too big." Kael raised his rifle. "Last chance."

"She stayed behind." He sat back, studying me. "Do you know where the nest is?" "No. I was unconscious when I arrived and blindfolded when we left." He nodded. "Why were you shadow hunting?" "We were searching for our brother. The scorchers were searching for one of their own." "You know I'm obligated to report this." "I know," I said, spinning my ring. And now for the next part. If I'd trusted him enough to say this much... What did I have left to loose? My odds were already near impossible.

Instead, he stepped closer to the window, his eyes scanning the darkness beyond the estate. “I don’t think,” he said grimly. “I know.” Jade muttered. Outside, Fame grinned. He had seen them—Ceynol, Jade, and the child. He had watched as they lived their comfortable lives, as if he didn’t exist, as if they had won. But this game wasn’t over. Not yet. The bounty hunters would never find him because he had become a shadow, a ghost among the desperate. The authorities could chase all they wanted, but he was always one step ahead.

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."

The beast took a step closer. “Taylor, Taylor, you don’t understand do you. This isn’t about knowing me or hurting me before. No, the word wants you dead. A woman like you, if she rules, will be a big problem for all the packs in this realm. I have no hard feelings against you. I’m just doing my job.” I gulped. He is a bounty hunter. I thought wolves like him don’t exist. Hell forget that, I need to figure out a way to leave.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, forcing myself to remain calm even as my mind screamed at me to run—and it wasn’t like I could. “What does it matter to you?” I asked, my voice shaking despite my best efforts. I hated that he could make me feel this way, but I needed to know. “Why are you doing this?” Orin paused, looking at me for a long moment, before chuckling lowly. “Why? Because I’m doing the world a favor. Silas—our family line is full of hunters, men who rid the world of filth—and Silas? Well, he’s a failure. Always has been.” He wiped his hands on his apron, the bloodstains soaking into the fabric, but it didn’t seem to bother him. He moved back to the table, smoothing out the skin

My cheeks warm, watching as he silently watched me with an unreadable expression. I swallowed, averting my gaze back to the wound. “Was it the French?” I ask softly. Sasha shifts his weight, pushing deeper between my thighs. “Yes.” He replies gruffly. My heart hammers from our proximity, the thick steam of the bathroom not helping the situation. “A Russian bounty hunter, hired by the French for a large sum of money. “ He continues softly, tightening his hold on my waist with clenched jaws. My heart skips, fear flashing through my head, and Sasha could see right through it. “B-bounty hunter?” I asked shakily.

He opened it and drunk from it directly, ignoring the angry man on his front. "Huh! You are bounty hunters, right? Young bounty hunters who want to play around the globe. Doing fancy magic shows? Running out wild to earn what? Money? Fame? Build a name? Hah! You don't know me kiddos. I know you're just little cutie novices who will run away from me with your tails on your asses. I am a big name y'know that? My Master will never forgive you if you lay a hand on me. Wait, you already hurt me. Okay, just pay me and I'll think that nothing from this moment happe--"

He is standing with his back turned against me, his eyes trained on the other person. I focus on him instead. He looks stunned, his eyes widened, and his lips parted. “That is impossible,” he mutters, shaking his head. “That veil hasn’t been breached in years. Who could have…” “Only one breed,” he drawls. “Hunters.” “Shit!” I didn’t think they were going to figure it out so fast. My breath hitches in my throat when he angles his head a fraction, when everything suddenly stops, as if he can sense me.

I first yawned and then answered, "I lost him and then Liam cut him off, so I could get away." I heard a few faint swear words before he returned to the line. "Did this Liam guy catch the asshole?" I shook my head subconsciously and said, "No. The guy managed to get away so I am staying here with Liam until we can catch him. Liam set up a whole surveillance system around my property and we stayed up all night watching the cameras." "What good is this man if he can't catch one person?" His tone irritated me, and Liam deserved more respect than that. "You listen here Jax. Not everyone is a fifteen-hundred-year-old bounty hunter with a background in special operations! He did the best he could,