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.

"That's actually kind of cool. Terrifying, but cool." "More than just a crime lord," Reign continues, scrolling through the information. "According to Landon's sources, The Collector doesn't just deal in artifacts. They harvest them. They find people with rare abilities or bloodlines and... extract what they want. Sometimes the person survives. Sometimes they don't." My stomach turns. "And they might want the curse fragments."

However, the moment he approached and laid eyes on Liam, the color drained from his face, and his eyes widened with shock and sheer terror. It was the King Pendragon! The man who had impersonated a veteran was none other than the King Pendragon himself! The colonel could not help but shudder at the thought of his attitude when speaking to Liam, and, in a desperate bid to get on Liam's good side, tucked his pistol away to salute Liam. "Colonel Jefferson Collins, leader of Team Beta, of the First Company of the Third Battalion, under the Igrargon unit of the Pendragon War Zone, would like to pay his respects to the King—"

"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."