Collector Hero Novels & Stories

He stepped back behind Shane after shaking hands with me. "Jeremy is my man in charge with all our transportation. He's in charge of all our vehicles and decide on which ones we'll be using during missions." I nodded while smiling at the red headed guy who greeted me next. "Meet peter. Former accountant, he knows his way around the bank and also ATM machines there ever is. A talented thief and a pick pocket genius." A small skinny guy with a snake tattoo on his neck came up to me and I raised a brow at him.

Agent Hailmer is the medic of the squad which is also a Healer Mage, and the proud and devoted priest of the Aeternum Cathedral of Faith. “...I know that everyone were angry and emotional..but remember..our goal is to capture them alive…All of them…remember that…Then again, I supposed it does not matter if they lose a few limbs in the way..right?…Madam Eleanor?..”.(Squad Leader Agent Rosee @ 01)

said Cornelio. Cornelio stick his sword into Varniant’s head. “[Extracting the core.]” said Appsylon. Varniant type never stop screaming while the core is extracted. When the core already extracted, his sword thrown a huge Cartridge of harvested core. “Herrscher, how’s your status?! We got no visual from outside of the cocoon!” said the commander. “He defeated it …” Said the PRD-class. “What?” said the commander. “Squad 105 LST-class Herrscher, Cornelio Halozy successfully extracted the core of the opponent. Unknown Varniant path has been defeated!” Said the PRD-class.

Colter suddenly felt heavy and his vision twirled badly, they had injected something in him but he did not know what. “What the fuck…” he whispered as the enemies closed in on him, his vision slowly darkened as he thought of everyone. King Malik. Gian. Flora. Queen Regina. Tessa. Vida. With a burst of anger and adrenaline, he suddenly gave out a roar of anger and charged into them. He had managed to grab one of them by the hems of their clothes and slammed them violently into the concrete. The fake human let out a gasp as blood spurted from his mouth, but Colter did not care, he lifted up his foe in the air once more and shot him towards the other attackers.

“She’s a lot stronger than most give her credit for.” “Kota,” Kolby said standing next to her new brother. He looked down at her, she was worried also, she was hugging her stuffy like her life depended on it. “Here’s one of her shirts you can hold onto it.” She handed him a pink shirt that said, Warrior Princess. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. “Thank you Kolby.” He inhaled his mate’s scent and Diesel slowly let her scent help him relax. “How long do these missions usually take?” Connor asked.

I saw the blacksmith, Ewan’s father, reaching for a hammer that was turning into mist. "Stay with the earth!" I shouted at them, my voice laced with the Sovereign Sight. "Don't let go of the stone!" As I reached the steps of the Cathedral, the violet light intensified. Standing in my way was a figure I hadn't seen since the first battle at the border. It was a Collector. Not a Grey-Walker or a Liquidator, but one of the Shop’s true enforcers, a creature twelve feet tall, draped in armor made of crushed ledgers, wielding a scythe tipped with a shard of the Void.

They wore a dark cloak that obscured their features, and in their hands, they held a staff that pulsed with sickly green light. "There you are," the figure said, their voice neither male nor female but ancient and cold. "The last Silvercrest. Come with me peacefully, and I will call off the attack. Resist, and everyone here dies." Korra stood slowly, the pendant burning hot against her skin. "Who are you?" "I am the Collector," they said simply. "And I have been searching for you for a very long time." The staff pulsed brighter, and suddenly, Korra couldn't move. Magic wrapped around her like invisible chains, pulling her forward step by step.

—the stolen histories of a thousand fallen civilizations. ​In the center of the ship was the Collector, a being that looked like a thousand mirrors stitched together. Every mirror showed a different version of a "Failed Vane." ​"You... are... 'Un-Scripted'..." the Collector hissed, the mirrors on its body spinning. "You have no... 'Data-Value'. Why... do you... 'Resist'?" ​"Because we’re the 'Trash' of the universe," Leo said, his white eyes flaring. "And we’re tired of being collected."

It both broke my heart and made me love him even more. Because he was the Haunter Supreme, who always had everything under control. Even during that last cleansing, bent over in pain and bleeding, he was on top of things. It was easy to love the champion, the strong guy always ready to come to the rescue, the stud that made me beg for mercy, the sharp control-freak. But his dropping the tough-guy persona like this touched my heart so deeply, it brought tears to my eyes. “Come, love,” I whispered.

The man dropped, fluids oozing from the massive gash that had nearly split his head in two. Vanessa suddenly remembered Romani and panicked. The Veil Walker was no lycan, and closer to a human than any other being present. To Vanessa’s surprise she found him expertly holding his own. He was somehow shimmering in and out of focus, appearing and reappearing. The Collectors roared in frustration as he would appear behind one, grabbing it by the arm and head. He pulled the left limb high and jerked hard on the small man’s neck. The small man fell to the floor and twitched once more before falling still. As a second Collector grabbed him, they both shimmered out of view.