Novel & Cerita The Orphan Collector

He says as he sits on the edge of the bed and places his hand over mine, making me look up at him. "Are Jess and Orian okay?" I say, barely above a whisper, as my heart starts to beat erratically. "They are fine. It's about the orphanage. They found the orphanage up in flames when they arrived on the pack's territory." He says, and my heart feels like it stopped beating. "The kids all got out safely, but there is no sign of the orphanage mother." "She tried to kill them!" I whisper as I feel Dosha starts pacing in my mind.

he turns and looks me in the eyes, grins, and grabs my hand instantly calming the turmoils I can feel growing in my gut. The moon was setting and up above a small clearing I could see the sun starting to poke up. Then I see things I could have never believed, a town...hidden. I didn’t know there was a town this close to the orphanage, but at the same time, we have walked for hours. So who knows where we now are. All I know is I only now have what I am wearing on my back, and under no circumstances can I return to the orphanage now. The consequences of my actions would get me beaten, to within an inch of my life. And boy did Frances like give out the strap, she smiled after every lash, and

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]

I’m happy he does, it’s just I don’t is all. “I know that look miss Savannah. One of my granddaughters is an Orphan. When she first came home and I made her some cocoa, I used to see that look quite often”. Wait… if she was an orphan… he sees the wheels turning. “Yes, my dear… not all families are linked by blood you know”.

Jet lit up a bulb, “Well, don’t you want to give it a try now? Since you said that those artifacts belonged before the war, maybe you’ll find your parents there.” “I am hoping for a congratulatory call from the Chairman.” “What about asking the elders? Like Jaime? Maybe he knows something,” Jet suggested again. “We never got answers.” And that’s Jet’s final straw. It looks like finding the orphans’ real parents is harder than finding Jet and Raze’s real identity. They have bits and living evidence that can answer their queries, unlike the others who have zero. “The Reds have discovered two barrels behind the waterfall. They are believed to be artifacts before the war.”

They took me in, gave me a new name, Snow, and taught me to Hunt. I inherited all of my mothers possessions and money, which helped me on my way to becoming one of the most ruthless Hunters The Academy had ever produced. They gave me my gift when I was 15, and I chose then never to reveal it. The Academy is my entire life. I am nothing without them. I literally owe them everything. The guilt and grief of losing my mother never really went away after all these years though. I keep distracted, keep busy, keep contracts going in order to forget. It works briefly, but the pain never really truly goes away.

John raised a brow and turned to Dick, who shook his head. “Interesting. You’ll go to the collection of alphas?” John asked, standing up. The collection of alphas was responsible for his outlawed status. People referred to them as either the “collection of alphas” or as “the collective”. The only desire he had to deal with the collective was to hurt them. The collection of alphas acted like social workers or the modern legal system for wolves. “They would make you pay more.” “You really think they’d help you?” John asked, taking a step toward the other man. All he needed was any excuse to end this sack of shit’s life and he’d do it in a heartbeat.

I could have fallen a victim as well, luckily for me, my account had reached its transfer limit of the day. Collins was picked up by the cops the next day, he was a fugitive, and had scammed a number of women in different cities, before the law finally caught up with him. After that I decided to give it a break, but I didn't give up, until Marcus. The constant ringing of his phone brought me out of my reverie, I knew then that the date was over. “We should do this again sometime.” Marcus smiled at me as he hugged me tight, the scent of his cologne like burnt wood, my nose twitched as the scent hit hard.