Transformers Bounty Hunter Novels & Stories

“If you wanna live, call off the bounty, or I swear to God, I will tie you to a wall and offer you to the infected instead.” “On one condition—” “No.” I leaned closer and looked at him in the eye. “You lost that right to appeal proposition when you put my name on that list like a criminal.” “Nirvana, let him talk.” I glared at Zarah before I turned my attention to this son of a bitch. “No. First, take off my name, or more people will die and come to take me to claim their reward.” “Fine.” He took the phone and dialed a number. He waited for a few seconds until someone answered from the other line. “Call off the bounty on Nirvana Thorne. It’s confirmed, she’s the Guardian.”

I didn’t want this asshole to see that I wanted to splatter his brain to the ground. I squinted. “I won’t ask if I don’t know what to do. I’m an ex-military and a bounty hunter.” “You’ll get the prize once you bring the bitch to me. I’ll be here every day. You tell the security guard you want to talk to Otis Wise, and he will bring you to me.” “How can I assure that you won’t double-cross me and put a bullet on my head once you have the girl?” “I only want that woman. Alive.”

[Was it your plan all along? I raised my chin and our eyes locked. There was an overwhelming feeling that flooded my chest. Hunter avenged my father and brought me Carter’s head. He didn’t just eliminate one enemy but won the entire Midnight Pack, which means he could use its power to take back everything that was his. Hunter was not just a drop-dead gorgeous man. He is a brilliant and powerful warrior—and at the same time, a terrifying foe…

Which is fine by me because now my powers are free to be all mine and not bound by the elders. Don’t worry, I use my powers for good… kind of. I’m a paranormal bounty hunter who is hired to capture the creatures that break the law or in some cases, piss of the wrong person. That’s how I found myself in the back alley of an apartment complex stalking a vampire. I was hired by a guy named “Stix” to capture and return the vamp alive to him. Apparently the vamp had embezzled over $10 million from him. Best part, he’s going to pay me $10 million to capture him as a tribute to the loss.

Her eyes scan the ground to where the baseball bat lies between the two of them. "Oh, I don't need a weapon. Rather, I enjoy getting my hands dirty." Hunter declares, flexing his arm as he cracks his knuckles, making the tattoo of the scythe or a Grimm Reaper's blade twist on his arm in a menacing manner. The woman takes one look at the tattoo before gulping. Hunter takes a challenging step towards her, forcing her to take a step backward. The woman stumbles once more, petrified, as tears begin to slip from her eyes.

Then, as I’m on my knees, I feel the cold steel of a Beretta pressed against the back of my head and the sound of the hammer being pulled back. Years of training and for what? How have I become this weak in just a few months? As much as I hate to admit it, this fucker is right… I am a disgrace. It is the end for me. This isn’t Xenia who will drop her weapon and understand; this is a ruthless bounty hunter sent by my father to bring me home either dead or alive. For some reason, a laugh bubbles up into my throat and I realize that I’m about to die at the hand of someone who was probably an ally once.

Now I know other Hunters used their artificial intelligence to drive their cars too, so she must be wide eyed at my specific car. I did drive a Bugatti Chiron Noire, there were only 20 made in the entire world. This one was made specifically for me. I won't even tell you what I paid for it. I just smiled at the girl and hopped into my car. Jarvis already knew where we were going, so I sat back and enjoyed the ride. My mind kept going back to Damien and the newfound information I had uncovered. I still couldn't believe he owned Edge Enterprises. So this means he knows I'm a Hunter? Or does he really know where his products go when they are bought?

] A cold, emotionless synthetic voice came from everyone's phone at the same time. "Quest One. Publicize the evidence of Gary's papers written by a proxy. The Bounty is three thousand dollars." "Quest Two. Find the female student from the department of finance who was getting intimate with Gary in the video. The Bounty is five thousand dollars." One quest after another appeared. On the app's map, the small red dot that represented me disappeared completely. In its place was Gary's real-time location. It was a huge, flashing red dot like a target. At that moment, the hunter became the hunted.

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

She usually does that when she is nervous. “I am a bounty hunter.” “what do you hunt?” “humans who are being wanted by the cops, I catch them they pay me, I also hunt your kind, still to capture and hand them over to whoever is paying me. I hunt all sorts of supernatural beings.” “that’s … such a profession,” Cole says as his eyes slide on the storm and she hums a dry laugh. “so did you know that she does this?” I ask her and she shoots me a look I can almost guess is her pleading with me.