The Orphan Collector Novelas e Histórias

She should have been more grateful for her life and less complaining to her father. "Aiden, I think we came too early." Calistha gently nudged Aiden's arm when the two of them were in front of the orphanage which looked deserted and desolate. In the orphanage yard, Calistha can see some typical children's toys scattered in every corner of the large orphanage yard. Then on the right and left side of the orphanage, lined with very large pine trees and thick leaves, which emit a calming aura on the orphanage. Seeing how well-maintained the orphanage is, Calistha is sure that the orphanage must have many great donors. No wonder her father gave advice to put Luciana into this orphanage after her

Celine, is not an ordinary werewolf. She is constantly locked away and hidden and eventually sold. When the pack that buys her kidnaps the prince, Celine finally finds her escape. She uncovers that she does have a wolf, but it was shielded with magic, and not only that but she's a hybrid. The king and prince feel like there is more to her. There's constantly a strong sense of magic, and enchantment around her. King Sebastian is shocked to find out she is his mate, and vows to protect her, only that becomes hard when they uncover, Celine is in fact the missing Queen Goddess. She's not just a werewolf, but a fae, mermaid and everything else combined into one. That though isn't Sebast

CHAPTER 10 Anya’s POV I slipped back into my tiny office and let myself fall into the chair, my heart still beating too fast. My palms were damp, and I wiped them on my skirt while trying to breathe normally. I barely had time to gather my thoughts when the office phone rang sharply, the sound slicing right through my nerves. I grabbed the receiver. “Hello?” Orion’s voice came through, cold and sharp like ice pressed against skin. “Compile the financial data for your father’s company for the last fifteen years and bring it to my desk within the next hour.”

As the undercover agent, I provided a list of names and incriminating evidence of the crimes committed in Caged Canary. In the aftermath, the police could identify and locate the families of most of the victims buried in the community. All except Hannah. Hannah, an orphan who grew up in the system, got into a good school. It was a shame that her college life was cut short when a sugar daddy took interest in her. Hannah gained privilege at the cost of her freedom. She didn’t deserve pity, though, since she was a willing party. She had caused many women a lot of harm.

***** [THIRD PERSON's POV] “Headmaster, two of the orphans named Nowo and Moha were both heading to the underground.” Those words I've just heard drew my attention. I turned around and began to face the guy named Arphen— the son of Arges, a cyclops— and Placid, the daughter of Aphrodite and Zeus. He has the ability to track down the whereabouts of the orphans by casting a magic spell on their key necklaces. “Let them be. There's no way they could escape this world anytime sooner,” I responded to him. “Please pardon me, Headmaster. But how sure are you about that? You knew the kind of ability they both have.”

--- ### The Shadow of the Moon As we walked toward the doors, leaving the warehouse behind, I looked up at the sky one last time. The violet moon was fading, returning to its dull grey color. But as the light died, I saw something moving across its surface. A massive, black shadow. It looked like a hand reaching out to grab the Earth. "What is that?" I asked, pointing upward. The Scavenger woman didn't look up. She kept walking into the snow. "That's the **Collector**," she said. "The machines realized the power spike came from here. They’re sending a 'Maintenance Crew' to fix the leak."

After what happened with my parents, Alpha Luther kept me shielded from anything that might cause me any more trauma. The pack cells are damp and dark and with only one small barred window at the end of the row of ten cells, five a side, the putrid smell lingers thickly. I can taste the decay with every inhale but hide the disgust on my face. This place isn’t meant to be comfortable, I have to remind myself. Heaven knows how many lives he has taken, how many orphans this one creature is responsible for making. There is a sickening sound of crunching bones as Alpha Luther commands the rogue to shift, but he fights it. Even when one of the warriors douses him in a bucket of diluted wolfsbane,

“But they’re forces that exist within cosmic law. We exist outside all law. We collect beings who’ve broken fundamental rules by touching what they shouldn’t. You qualify perfectly.” Alistair’s black wolf lunges and the Collector swats him aside without looking, sending him crashing into the burial platform hard enough to crack stone. “The mate is irrelevant,” it states. “We only want the anomaly.” My sons are crying and trying to reach me but the Collector creates a barrier of anti-existence between us. “Mama!” Dante screams. “Don’t take her,” Lysander begs. “She just came back, please don’t take her again.” The Collector ignores them entirely, its appendages wrapping around me with touch t

"I swore to serve the bloodline anchor. I keep my oaths. Even to dhampir queens." Others followed. Students. Faculty. Even some of the humans who'd stayed to fight. All of them gathering in the ruined council chamber, all of them ready to face impossible odds. Through the window, the Devourer pulsed. Waiting for orders. Waiting to feed. "First site is three days' travel east," Dorian said, spreading a map. "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."

We have the ascent of scrap collectors experienced to the architects of stars, confrontation with void and finally the humble but fulfilling return to humanity completed. Elora had never believed in the “gods of frequencies”. For them, a scrap collector the third generation, the world was simply what you saw before you: a valley full of green hills, in whose earth the hard, cold remains of a technological Past. When she drove her probe into the ground, she did not search for holy resonances, but after old copper, insulated cables or – with much Happiness – an intact storage crystal for which the dealers in the bazaar