Silvers Rayleigh Bounty Novels & Stories

It was downright bone-chilling. Cirold was momentarily dazed by the carnage, but rage quickly flared up, burning through her shock. He glared at Liam, his face twisted in a snarl, and bellowed, "Go! Take them down! A $1.5 million bounty on their heads! No, wait—make it 7.5 million dollars!" The original offer was tempting enough, but 7.5 million? That was a fortune those goons could only dream of.

“Yes, they did. They’re going to declare a bounty on you ladies’ heads.” “A bounty on us?” Layla gasped as her eyes widened. ‘A bounty on me and Eleanor’s head! If I didn’t feel like a criminal before, Alaric’s words made me feel that one now. I can’t believe the parliamentarians actually put a bounty on our heads, but it would make sense since according to them we’re the most dangerous creatures alive.’ “A billion for anyone that can bring any of the Children of Iniquities, dead or alive. Ten billion if they can bring the two of you at once. Five hundred million for whoever can bring reliable information about the location of the rebels.”

“Tell me about the transfer from the Darkwater Dominion. Give my wolf the target.” “Twenty-two thousand ounces of raw silver,” I gasped, my head falling back against his shoulder as his tongue trailed a burning path up to my earlobe. “Routed through Nightshade Capital Group during the exact cycle the border raids began. It matches the signature on Rowan Black’s shadow-bounties perfectly. The human watchmen aren't just hunting our rogues, Ifu—they are being paid by someone within the high tribunal to clear the western hunting grounds entirely.”

Russell immediately replied, "Young Master, you take it easy; I will continue and spread it throughout the country right now!" After that, Thiery Allard's cellphone didn't stop getting incoming notifications either. In a chat application, he has a group of family and relatives. The group members showed their current panic. “Thiery, why are you causing trouble with Mr. Russell Raines? He's offering a five hundred million dollar bounty for your heads and your father's! This has been in effect from now on.” Thiery Allard's face turned gloomy, and he began to be surprised and afraid.

I felt for the blade strapped on my waist and grabbed it by the hilt. The door of my office-slash-house remained closed. The darkness inside of it was visible through the frosted square glass with the sticker “SCARLETMARK,” and underneath it, my name: Ruby Carnelian. Working as a bounty hunter, I could never be sure what was waiting for me whenever I got home from a job. If that was the case, this would not be the first time. I mean, if you’re out most days chasing supernatural creatures and devious humans, one of them—or someone who knows them—was bound to get some revenge on me of some sort. My fingers tightened on the hilt. It never hurt to be sure.

Her silver hair was in disarray, and she held a tablet in a white-knuckled grip. "She didn't just drain the accounts," Vera said, her voice sharp. "She put a bounty on us. Five million dollars for me. Ten million for Silas." "And Leo?" Silas asked calmly. "Twenty million," Vera said, glancing at him. "Alive. The buyer from the Dubai auction is furious. He wants what he paid for." Silas snorted. "She thinks she can buy loyalty. She is about to learn that fear is a stronger currency." "The generator is compromised," Vera said. "We have maybe ten minutes before the backup fails and the lockdown seals us in here. We need to get to the boat."

A woman with a broken spiral tattooed across her throat. “No,” Dalen spat. “She brings delay. We don’t need silence. We need answers. And if she won’t give them” A quiet ripple through the bloomlight silenced the rest of his sentence. They all turned. Siran had moved. Just a hand. Just a shift in posture. But it was enough. The spiral beneath her pulsed once, glowing faintly in response. And the wind, which had been still, whispered one word none of them could quite catch but all of them remembered differently.

But I knew the truth—Ryder would go hungry before he’d ever take a single copper meant for me. That night, we pulled up to the Pavilion. A line of sleek, armored transports stretched down the drive. As I’d guessed, this was a den for those with deep pockets and ancient bloodlines. "Sierra, if you see a relic that speaks to your wolf, claim it." I blinked at him. "Ryder, aren't we here to bid on behalf of the actor’s estate?" "It’s his silver, and he has more than he can scent. He won't mind a little 'Vaughn tax' for the pleasure of us filling his seat."

“Special alloy. Expensive. Not something common packs use.” My chest tightened. Silver weapons were banned in most territories because they were too lethal, too cruel. Only a handful of packs still trafficked them in secret. “And?” I pressed. My intelligence chief, Elara, spoke next. “There’s more, my Alpha. We captured one of the attackers alive.” The room went dead silent. Raymond’s head snapped toward her. “Alive?” “Barely,” she answered. “But he refused to speak.” My fingers curled slowly. “Let’s go and meet him.”

"A highly organized Scourge syndicate has taken over a vital water-filtration plant in the southern grid. They are heavily armed, and they've taken hostages. Real-world collateral." Ren froze. "Hostages?" "The Vanguard engine will render the hostages as 'VIP Escort NPCs'," Vance intervened smoothly, his perfect smile firmly in place. "Your objective will be to eliminate the Scourge boss without allowing the VIP health bars to drop to zero. A classic escort mission. But the payout is unprecedented." Vance pulled out his datapad and tapped the screen. A notification pinged on Ren's AR contact lenses. [NEW CLASSIFIED BOUNTY: 20,000,000 STANDARD CREDITS.]