Silvers Rayleigh Bounty Novels & Stories

It was absolute, apocalyptic rage. "A hundred million dollars," Julian whispered, his velvet voice vibrating with a lethal, terrifying promise as he stared at the crimson sigils painted on the hovering gunships. "Richard put a bounty on my child. He sold my bloodline to the dogs." "He has the ledger, Julian!" Nikolai shouted, reloading his heavy pistol with his final, meager magazine. "He owns the Sterling accounts! He can buy every mercenary from here to Moscow!" "Then I will drown him in them," Julian snarled.

He always wanted to give people second chances, even after they had wronged him. Jason shrugged. “Noted. Are you or are you not going to lift the bounty?” Father did not react. He looked at Marco, who lifted a small recorder. “To every pack aligned with Silverfang, by order of the Alpha King, the bounty on Jason Shadowclaw is hereby lifted. All hunts are called off, effective immediately. He is to be allowed to leave Silverfang territory unharmed.” Jason looked at Nolan, then reached into his jacket and pulled out two vials. One was the same one we saw in his room last night. The other was smaller with a darker glass.

"We’ve been ambushed! The Silveroak Keep warriors joined forces with the Red Jack syndicate! They've blocked the bridge into the Sterling Heights district!" "How many?" Kieran asked, his voice deathly calm. "Over a hundred fully shifted wolves, Lord Ravenscroft!" Landon shouted over the sound of automatic gunfire and roaring beasts. "And they have Order Whitmore leading them! He just read a decree from the Black Sun Council—they've placed a bounty on Darcy Ellington! One hundred million dollars for her head, dead or alive!" I froze, the air leaving my lungs in a sharp, terrified gasp. One hundred million dollars. Every hitman, rogue, and mafia wolf in the city would be hunting me before midn

That was why Building 5's defensive battle the night before had been so exhilarating. After learning what had happened, Ray couldn't help but smile. 'Time to pour some fuel on the fire,' he thought. He grabbed a loudspeaker, opened the window, and cranked the volume to the max. "Dear neighbors, it's time once again for everyone's favorite event—the bounty announcement. In light of the hostile actions taken against me by Building 4 yesterday, I hereby issue the following bounty: for every person from Building 4 you kill, bring me the body—or just the head—and you'll receive two pounds of food and one bottle of purified water. This bounty will remain in effect long-term, until everyone in Buil

Word traveled fast. Three hours later, every group chat across the deep-sea industry had exploded. Brody showed me his phone. Griffin had posted a bounty across every channel he could reach. $100 million to whoever brought Cora up alive. "He's lost his mind." Brody scrolled through the screen. "$100 million. Who wouldn't be tempted? But at that depth..." "Someone will go." Of course, someone did. Within two hours, three teams had accepted the job.

“There’s chatter. Someone leaked a new bounty. Not just on Margarette—on all of us.” I stood up too fast. “A bounty?” “Open contract. No names. Just photos and a price.” “How much?” Leon asked. Dorian looked at me. “Dead, they get five million. Alive… ten.” The fire crackled. Leon swore. I felt my knees shake again—but this time, I didn’t fall. I straightened, my voice low and steady. “Then they better pray they kill me first.” Leon turned, pride flickering in his eyes.

The contract was delivered on a Thursday. Lyra read the new report at her desk with the door closed and her father's household quiet around her. He was at a council meeting in the city. She had four hours. The report was thorough. Seraphina Voss. Born in the Southern Reaches to a woman named Mira Voss, unaffiliated, deceased. Brought to Ironveil at age three by a private contractor. Ward classification: Omega rank. The transfer was filed seven months ago following the Blood Moon Ceremony. Current employment: Velmoor Medical Research Institute, Section B. Current research focus: genetic suppression in unaffiliated wolves. Current status: suppression lifting, classification under reassessment.

“Halt. Blue Moon trespassers. Drop the princess and surrender or we cut you down where you stand.” Kaelin spat blood onto the mud. “Oh for fuck’s sake, not this again.” Serna shifted Lyra’s dead weight higher against her chest, arrow still jutting from her own shoulder. “Gavrex you absolute dick, we’re here for Aziel, open the damn gate.” Gavrex’s eyes narrowed on Lyra’s glowing veins. “Heard the bounty went up to fifty gold if the Silvervein bitch is still breathing. Tarian wants her alive for questioning.”

Their weapons were drawn and their backs were only to each other or the lady. The entire place went silent. Sylvia was the one to break the silence. She spoke clearly and her voice rang into every part of the great circle that encompassed them. "I have been told that there is a bounty put on the head of The Silver Hand of Retribution," she paused, but no one responded, "I am here to collect it." One of the guild counsel found his tongue, "And what exactly makes you think that you could claim it?" he asked indignantly, "You are no guild member." This last was said with such distaste that Sylvia had to struggle to contain her temper.

I glanced at Naomi, what if she was part of this group of hunters, what if she was just pretending? "It's okay, you can say," Tyrell comforted, I trusted Tyrell, "There's a whole lot of information about werewolves here, information about packs, ours included, there's a whole lot of ammunition down at the basement if someone got their hands on it, I'm afraid they might come for us," I said the last part and glanced at Naomi. Everyone was silent for a bit. "These weapons were silver Ty, they can only be used on werewolves," I added, just in case they didn't get the memo.