Collector Hero Novels & Stories

Half a dozen the devotees stood around the crystal – more massive, stronger and with an almost intelligent aura than the ones we had fought before. “They will notice our camouflage as soon as we get out,” I said. Kael put his hand on the unlocking lever of the hatch. He looked at me. ‘We don't get off to sneak. We get out to war.” I nodded. I grabbed the PlanetHero core in a padded mount I was attached. “To your signal, Commander.” He ripped the hatch. The hot, ozong air of the chamber hit us

Taking yet another heavy sigh, he closes his eyes as he whispered to himself, "Soon, we will meet again, Jhero. And I just hope we don't have to fight each other when that time comes because honestly, I still think of you as my best friend. And you will be, always." And he just hopes that he could still stop Jhero from his plans, but he was a hopeless case. Because for someone who's as determined as a youth dreaming, Jherusalem Colleti has no plan of giving up, and no one can stop him. He will take over the world, own it, rule it, be the king, whatever it takes.

"A Thorne never accepts the first bid. And a Scavenger never pays for what he can take by force." "You have no force, Leo," the Collector hissed, the black lightning on his cane intensifying. "You have a warehouse full of starving refugees and a wife who is half-static. You are a liquidated stock." "I have the System-Key," Leo countered. The Collector froze. The red lights of the debt-collector droids flickered.

--- ### The Shadow of the Moon As we walked toward the doors, leaving the warehouse behind, I looked up at the sky one last time. The violet moon was fading, returning to its dull grey color. But as the light died, I saw something moving across its surface. A massive, black shadow. It looked like a hand reaching out to grab the Earth. "What is that?" I asked, pointing upward. The Scavenger woman didn't look up. She kept walking into the snow. "That's the **Collector**," she said. "The machines realized the power spike came from here. They’re sending a 'Maintenance Crew' to fix the leak."

Elara said. "How many?" "A dozen. Maybe more." Ronan's silver light pulsed. "We can take them." "Remember what Clara said. Don't engage." "She's not here." Elara grabbed his arm. "Ronan, if we die here, we can't warn the pack." He hesitated, then nodded. "Fine. We go back." But as they turned to leave, a figure emerged from the cave. He was older than Elara had expected—gray fur, tired eyes, a scar across his muzzle. The Collector. He moved slowly, deliberately, as if he had all the time in the world.

Ghost doesn’t say anything; he’s just looking at the screen and pressing more buttons. “You won’t find her. She’s legendary, even to people like me.” The Collector taunts me; my anger finally flares over. I reach down and grab the knife. With one swift yank, I pull the knife free, which causes blood to gush down his chest. He groans and whimpers; it's music to my ears as I crouch down and dangle the blood knife between my legs.

Other than that, Hunter also offered me a position in the council, where I was given a voice. They all protested, of course, but Hunter just smiled and nodded at me, telling me to show them who I really was. With my Mum, Dad, Syria, Brock, and two best friends standing beside me, I revealed my dragon. Brock did the same. Imagine the shock on their faces when they gazed up at us, the last royals of the clan of night shifters.

"How do you know this?" "We overheard them at a rogue base. Twenty plus mercenaries, military trained, heavily armed. And the Collector himself." I pushed through the packhouse doors, leaving bloody footprints on the clean floor. "He wants Aiden and Luna alive. Wants me dead. And he's the one who killed my parents twenty years ago."

And suddenly, I understand why the Collector really wants me. I'm not just a weapon. I'm the weapon.

"It's guarded by one of the Old Court's strongest members. A being that calls itself the Collector. It gathers souls like humans collect art." "Then we visit the Collector," I said. My voice was steady despite the fear churning in my stomach. "And we show it what it's like to be collected." Through the bloodline, I felt my assembled team. Felt their determination. Their fear. Their desperate hope. And through the bond, I felt Caspian. Felt his love. His certainty that somehow, we'd find a way. But I also felt something else. Through the Truthsight, through the bloodline, through every sense I'd developed.