Just A Humble Bounty Hunter Novels & Stories

I replied, and he told me to hang tight that he would be coming with two other hunters so they could bear witness. I went back to where Kevin and Randolph held the people we caught. "This bounty hunter said Murray paid handsomely for the job they are doing here," Randolph said to me, and I already knew Murray was behind this. It was amazing how little these two culprits knew about our world. They should know Randolph and who he was, yet they were clueless. It was as if they were not part of our society, as if they had come from a different country altogether. "Who is this guy?" I asked them, and the hunter looked away in shame. We let it rest after then and stood around waiting for Maxwell t

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.

“I work on occasion as a bounty hunter.” Aurien the bounty hunter. It surprised me. “Why?” He huffed, amused. “Even dragons grow bored.”

"A monster with items? And they're SSS items?" They stared at me like starving wolves eyeing fresh meat. Every single one of them wanted what I had. They just hadn't expected how many items I was carrying. Instead of robbing me, some of them ended up badly injured. Others died on the spot. Fear slowly crept into their eyes. A few of them even began to beg. When I hesitated, one player suddenly dropped his scared act, and his eyes lit up with arrogance. "You're done, you tramp! Big V is coming. He'll take care of you!"

Dozens of scarred, hardened rogues stopped drinking and turned their hostile glares toward the entrance, their hands drifting toward the concealed weapons hidden beneath their leather jackets. A tall man with a jagged scar running across his left eye stepped away from a sticky wooden table in the back corner. He wore a heavy trench coat and held a half-empty glass of amber liquor. Dax, the lead bounty hunter, raised his glass in a mock salute as I approached his table.

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 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.

She said and then looked at Oscar. "There is another hunter out there; he seems to have the same vision as Giles and John Hunter. He is not working with them, but he is trying to make it seem like the attacks are from Giles. Our community isn't as large as it once was. If this hunter is allowed, he will wipe us out. Unlike the Hunters that had ties to the supernatural community, this one has no ties anywhere." She warned Oscar. "Do you know his name?" Oscar asked her, and she shook her head.

Everyone clapped except my cousin Rendall and some of his age and gender-like species. If looks can kill, he’ll be on the top spot. “To award the first-place hunter for this year’s competition, here is the foundation of Ambrose’s, Finn Ambrose!” The crowd went wild, all the beverages they’re holding were now being raised as a way to acknowledge my father’s presence. “To all the hunters who joined, I think I’ll have to train you more.” All the hunters bowed in embarrassment while the elders keep on teasing them. “My beloved daughter has been and will always be the greatest gift I’ll never get tired of boasting about.”

“You’ll have the rest of your life to make enemies. Focus on training. The guards will take you back and training starts at dawn.” When he turned away from her, Emory stepped in front of him. “I apologize if I overstepped.” She cleared her throat. “I’m trying to figure out what’s going on. If the last hunter’s nothing special, why am I here?” For a moment, his eyes swept over her face, then lingered on her eyes almost as if he was trying to read her mind.