Collector Hero Novels & Stories

Their team got famous in the platform of online esports. Kratos could feel he had a soft corner for that girl so he used to protect her all the time, in the game. Kratos was the name of Nicolas Walker's gaming account. He was the one and only son of famous industrialist Christopher Walker who was literally the most powerful tycoon of Los Angeles. Nicolas loved to talk to Minerva and they used to play whole night. Minerva was little shy at first but soon she started feeling comfortable with Kratos and her teammates and she knew it very well Kratos was the one who used to rescue her all the time.

"The chemistry in this photo is insane!" "Is it just me, or does Vane look like he's about to either kiss her or kill her?" "Valeria David is the only one who can stand up to the Ice King." Julian swiped the screen dark, his jaw tight. They didn't know the half of it. They didn't know that the Ice King was currently burning alive from the inside out.

"You're Jason Leigh, right? Human resources informed me that you're only a high school graduate. Do you really understand all this?" "I used to be a mercenary," I corrected him in a calm but clear voice. Tony was taken aback, but he quickly laughed out loud. His laugh was so loud that it echoed throughout the workshop. The people standing next to him laughed along. "What's a mercenary doing here as a stockkeeper? Who would believe you, Leigh?"

Ximena had teleported right in front of me and taken the hit. "Ximena!" That one actually hurt to watch. "Still refusing to repent. Fine. Then you can die with him." Derrick swung his whip again. Right at that critical moment, the system popped up. [Ding. Target Ximena is in mortal danger. The system has issued a combat reward pack. Stored in inventory.] [Devoting host, take up your weapon and protect your target. If you devote, you commit to the end.] I did not have time to listen to the system's dramatic speech. I opened my inventory as fast as I could. Two items appeared—a shield called Gravity Flying Shield and a meteor hammer called… Overpowered Meteor Hammer.

The rift didn't just open; it corrupted. The violet light of the Sub-Directory was being eaten by a sprawling, geometric darkness that bled into the hangar like an ink stain on a liquid crystal display. The Collector didn't walk out of the shadows—it was the shadow. It was a shifting mass of obsidian scales and jagged, low-poly edges that seemed to lag and stutter as it moved, leaving a trail of pixelated void in its wake. [SYSTEM_IDENTIFICATION: GARBAGE_COLLECTOR_01] [OBJECTIVE: RECLAIM_UNALLOCATED_MAGIC] [TARGET_SIGHTED: ARCHITECT_01 / ALPHA_01]

"Let me show you around." Her nails dug into the soft flesh of my arm. It hurt. I endured it and allowed her to lead me through the crowd. Inside my belly, Caleb began giving instructions rapidly. 'Mommy, look at the man in the gray suit ahead on your left. He works for Steve. 'Later, Kayla will take you to the lounge. Find a chance to put this miniature tracker into that man's pocket.' 'Where did the tracker come from?' I was shocked. 'Oh, don't worry about that. I won't hurt you.'

I gestured to Xander, who was now directing a squad of Processors toward the central pillar. "Mercy is not a shield, child. It is a Dissolvent," the Custodian said. She looked at our son, who was sitting in the middle of the chaos, his eyes fixed on Xander. "The Heir wants the Vault because he thinks it is a database of weaknesses. He wants to catalog them so he can delete them. But mercy cannot be cataloged. It can only be felt." She reached into the air and caught a single, glowing vial as it fell from a melting shelf. It was labeled: 'Sacrifice without Reward.'

Just then the red dress glows under the dim light and I meet with the unconscious figure on the bare ground. “Fuck, Alexa!” I rush towards her, stepping over the bastard. “Alexa, can you hear me.” My body trembles as I try to pull her into my arms, then, I feel the warmth, she's bleeding. For the first time in years my pulse flutters wildly beneath my skin, and the confidence I always wear like armor cracks down the middle.

" Malakai smirked when he thought of the answer. "We're ghosts baby." Malakai responded and Eden wanted to laugh, but she was so confused at the same time. "Huh? The fuck do you mean?" Eden said and looked up to see a mischievous glint in her boyfriend's eyes. "I have someone, a hacker, his name is Rhys. He'd remove everyone's DNA, their information and everything there is about them off the systems of the world. When you joined the agency, he did the same. In short, we don't exist little one." Malakai said and Eden's eyes widened. She never knew the extent to which Malakai could go.

Hector says as he holds him by the arm. The man looks down at his arm, making Hector retreat his hand quickly. "My name is Hunter Black. Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack of the North. You enslaved my sister. I am only here to take her back. Your death and the downfall of your pack are not of my concern." he says, making Alpha Hector DiMarco's eyes widen in shock.