The Collectors Novels & Stories

Sam didn’t seem to care at all, and even urged Fenelle to hurry to the bedroom and get a toy. Fenelle glanced at me. Seeing that I still looked as clueless as ever, and taking in my muscular build, she was tempted too. She got up and went to the bedroom. I was beyond excited. The fact that Sam was going to join in made it incredibly thrilling. Before long, Fenelle came back in, holding a large toy. She held her phone and asked Sam how he wanted to proceed. Sam told her to face me and place the large toy on the floor.

Samuel met her eyes. "I know enough." The helicopters split into three directions. Instead of landing together, they surrounded the station. Professional. Calculated. Father Michael frowned. "They're herding us." Samuel nodded. "They don't want a fight." "They want prisoners." Amara looked at Eleanor. "Who are they?" Eleanor answered without hesitation. "The Collectors." The unfamiliar name hung in the air. "They don't belong to the Builder family." "They don't belong to governments." "They work only for contracts."

"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.

files, maps, phones I unlocked a drawer and pulled out a secret phone. I only use this phone to talk to dangerous people who do not exist on official records. Black Tide. That name was heavy in my mind. I had not dealt with them in years. They were patient, quiet, and very dangerous. They were ghosts who only attacked when they could make a profit. They were debt collectors and killers. If they took Gideon, they were using him to control the situation. I looked through my secret contacts. My thumb paused once. Then again. I selected a number.

"This is Nadia. She's here to help us kill the new Collector." "New Collector." I processed that. "We killed the Collector. Vincent Grey. I saw his body." "You killed one Collector." Nadia's voice was rough, like she'd screamed too much at some point and damaged her vocal cords. "The Council has been using Collectors for centuries. When one dies, another takes the title. Continues the elimination program. And the current Collector is worse than Vincent ever was." "Who?" I sat down, already not liking where this was going. "Who took over?"

the Finality asks. Before I can answer, the gap tears open again and the Collectors return, dozens of them forcing their way in. “We detect multiple reality-breakers in one location,” they announce. “Shepherds who manipulated cosmic law, Void-Dead who broke death, all of you qualify for collection. We’re claiming everyone in this gap for our archive.” The Shepherds and the Void-Dead and the three thousand regular dead all turn to face the new threat. “We were fighting each other,” the lead Shepherd says to me. “But the Collectors are worse. They preserve consciousness in eternal stasis. That’s a fate worse than anything we’ve do

I whimpered around his cock but obeyed, sliding my mouth up and down slowly, trying to keep the wet sounds as quiet as possible. Why wasn’t he even bothered about it? My fingers were still between my legs, rubbing my swollen clit in messy circles. I was sweating now, little beads rolling down my back under my blouse, my thighs trembling from how turned onI was. The risk made everything sharper, these investors had no idea a girl was under the desk choking on their host’s dick. One of the men cleared his throat. “Mr. Mateo, about the European expansion. We projected a fifteen percent growth but the latest numbers from logistics show some delays—“ He paused.

I said softly, my voice thick with emotion. I gestured to the walls, to the photo on the desk. "David... you kept all of this? Even the small stuff?"He walked toward me, not bothered by his state of undress. He looked at the photo, then back at me. "I told you. You were the only reason I bothered coming into that office. Every time I had to make a hard decision, every time the Board or my Father pushed me to be someone I wasn't, I’d look at these. They reminded me that integrity actually exists.""Now you see the full extent of the obsession. Are you running for the hills yet?""No," I whispered, stepping into his space, the heat from his shower still radiating off him. "I'm just realizing th

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.