Collector Hero Novels & Stories

If the alpha was lost, so was the clan. "Keep fighting, Alpha!" Kelda, the pack's shaman screamed over the rising wind and the crack of lightning crossing the sky. Brodolf threw his head back and howled, the sound long, loud and dripping with pain. Suddenly, he felt a pop, weak as a soap bubble, but a sign that he had won this round. They had once again beaten back the berserker that lived within him. Slowly, his body righted itself until finally he was left lying on his side, naked and spent, upon the frozen ground. Kelda sat next to him, murmuring nonsense and stroking his hair, giving him what comfort she could until he recovered enough to sit up and wrap the blanket she held around his b

LUKAS When I heard of a rogue attack, I informed some warriors and Mel to guard my mate. I rushed out with my beta to fight them off but I didn't know they had already entered the pack through an informer. When I got there, my mate and her friend were already being held as captives. Mel fought with the one holding my mate and I used the distraction to release my mate and Peter hold the leader down. I was hugging my mate thanking the moon goddess that she is alive

Impossible. "Did you really think some mercenary could kill me with a single bullet?" Victoria appeared at the top of the stairs. Covered in blood. Half her face burned away. Skull visible. But alive. Impossibly alive. "This family does not die easily, Collector. You should know that by now." She raised a flamethrower. "Let me show you how Ashfords really end debts." And she pulled the trigger.

I ordered. “Stop! Listen to me. We need her. We all need her. This is about our sleuth. We are growing weaker by the day. Only she can bring us back. She is our savior. She is my savior. She is Tara’s savior. She is Adam’s savior. She is every last member’s savior.” She took a deep breath and jabbed her finger into my chest. “She is your savior, too. Just think about it.”

The med bay of Sterling Tower was a controlled disaster. Marcus lay in a regeneration tank, his body submerged in a viscous, golden fluid that Dr. Miller had synthesized from the last reserves of Origin Blood extract. The Shield Guardian's injuries were severe: seventeen broken bones, three ruptured organs, and a nervous system that had been partially rewritten by Collector binding code before his bloodline rejected it. He would live, but he would need weeks to fully recover.

He began cleaning. Honor’s eyes opened. Confused, pain-dulled, trying to focus. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly, brushing her hair back. “This is going to hurt.” “She’s your mate,” Caty said. Not a question. He glanced up. “What do you know about it?” She reached up and pulled her muumuu aside at the collar. On the pale, papery skin of her neck, an old scar — faded with decades, but unmistakable. The mark. “My Peter,” she said simply. “I know everything about it.”

"Shit! I hurt you!" ********

Accalia said to end their conversation. The man named Lycano is not Accalia's real uncle. When that incident happened, no one believes Accalia except for his uncle Lycano. That time, Lycano was making a medicine against the werewolves because he told the young girl Accalia that his family was been attacked by a werewolf too. Therefore they help each other. Lycano was her informant and the supplier of the wolfsbane while Accalia was the werewolf hunter.

she demanded. I nodded. "Dante was manipulated by someone he called the Collector ..." I hesitated, looking at Zander. His eyebrows were pinched together, his gaze a little vacant. "Who is this Collector?" asked Luke. "That's what he's called because he collects idimmu with special gifts," said Ruthie. "He's Zander's dad's alter ego. You know, head of the Nasaru by day, villain by night. Kidnapping supernaturals and experimenting on them ..." Ruthie finally saw my look of desperation.

Therefore, Ima was the intersection set. She calmed herself, knew exactly what her reaction was going to be. Every action deserved an equal and opposite reaction. Ima was more than ready to handle the situation in her own ways and terms. She could not allow anybody to disrupt her life after her immeasurable efforts to build her empire. Whatever the stalkers and attackers were up to, she was going to know in a matter of few days. Money was all she needed, human resource was plenty. However, from the plenty, Ima had personalized one hitman. She considered him a holy assassin because he only went after sinners. Sinners by choice who required no repentance as the bible taught. He was a master at