Just A Humble Bounty Hunter Novels & Stories

Our playful antics drew the attention of everyone nearby, the construction workers and farmers and they paused to watch their Alpha and Luna engaging in a carefree play like children. Eventually, Lila's pace began to wane, her breaths growing heavier from the exertion, so she stopped and glanced around at the construction workers and farmers. "Listen up," she declared, slightly out of breath. "He's a bounty, and you're the bounty hunters now. I'll generously reward whoever catches him." The men turned their attention toward me, poised to take action. "I am your Alpha," I growled. "Referring to me as a bounty is an act of treason, and carrying out that order is likewise treasonous. Anyone who

I asked, getting impatient as I demanded an answer. “No one important,” he said with a shrug, letting out a smile. “Just a bounty hunter sent to recover you.” He looked around before adding, “What are you doing in such a dangerous pack? They usually don’t allow outsiders in, and yet they entertained you, gave you the finest bed, and treated you like a queen.” He paused slightly before saying, “Why is that?” “And what business does that have to do with you?” I asked as I tried to break myself free again, but all I felt was complete weakness. I groaned in pain, feeling the headache.

Now he was my only support who could show me the light out of this hideous place. "W-w-who are you?" I stuttered, looking at him. "I'm the last person alive in this place, Anderson Parkmerg. Except for me, she killed all of them in her heart-wrenching game." With that clever glance, he smirked at me and asked. "Aren't you curious to know about this place?" I stayed quiet, but he started telling the story with a grin.

I was getting irritated by her voice. “My point is that peasants don’t have the money to hire Jharad!” She spat, standing up with ferocious energy and I took a half step back. “You said you were a stray peasant but peasants don’t have the luxury of hiring such a Bounty Hunter, they’d rather use that time and energy to pick scraps from the streets!” I stuttered, unsure of what to say.

My raised eyes began to furrow, I started to think of anything he could possibly discuss with the moon goddess. "The hunters are not to be trusted, Elena. They are malevolent, evil. They manipulate people into thinking they are saving the world from harm. Their game is to make the world believe in them and then attack from the back. The hunter boys are just agents, working for their malicious father." "Do you know them that much?." I snuffed a question. "Believe me, I've eaten and dined with them. I've worked with them and they betrayed me. " I breathed out, tucking the instinct that made me not believe her behind. The way she explained about my mate and the house of the hunters were unbelie

For a moment, I regrated telling the two men to stand down. “Hello, my name is Astrid. You seem to have wondered here, not with ill will I hope.” I opened the conversation. “Your wards would not have let me pass if I did.” He stated knowingly. “My name is Leo. I am a bounty hunter that received your information. Lucky for you, I do not care for many people in this world.” He said and didn’t continue. “Apologies, but I am not sure how that is ‘lucky for me’.” I said irritated at the games.

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.

He fixed Keyah with a baffled stare. “I thought I had been pretty clever in pretending I was leading a life of adventure. I thought everyone believed I was moving towns frequently simply because I wanted to be an explorer.” Keyah shrugged. “Most people do believe it. But you have to remember I am a bounty hunter. I retraced your steps from the time you left your pack. You didn’t want to be found. It’s one thing to turn down a challenge and exile yourself, and another thing entirely to lie low with the specific purpose of not being found. You didn’t want to be found.”

The others turned to look. “She’s marked,” someone whispered. A few of them stood now, curiosity bright in their faces. “You’re one of them,” another said. “A bounty hunter.” I clenched my fists. “Was,” I corrected. “Not anymore.” The man with the scar smiled faintly. “That’s a dangerous past to carry around here.” “I didn’t have a choice.” He looked at me for a long moment, then tossed me a small piece of bread from his pack. “Eat. You look half-dead.”

What kind of man would have hidden her and hasn't been tempted by the bounty on her head? Wait! Or maybe that's what I need. A bounty hunter. A smile tugged at my lips at that thought. Oh yes....that's just it. Bounty hunters are more savage than investigators...although they are rare. They are always able to do their job. I faced the two useless investigators. "Get out of my sight, you can't even do a simple job " They turned to leave... "Oh, and make sure you top the money. We need to find that girl!"