The Orphan Collector Novels & Stories

***** [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."

“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

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

"A character whose 'Drama' is no longer profitable. The Collector has already 'Unsubscribed' from the Outcast narrative." Lyra felt a sudden, sharp pain in her chest—a "Glitch in the Heart." Her memories of the Forbidden Forest, the scent of the first lilies, the feeling of Kaelen’s first heartbeat—they were being "Flagged" as "Corrupted Data." The Collector was trying to "Standardize" her soul to make it compatible with the new North. "They’re 'De-registering' me, Silas!" Lyra gasped, falling to her knees. Her sapphire eyes were turning a dull, opaque grey as the "Biological Narrative" of her life was being "Updated" into a blank page.

I paused, eyes lingering on the orphanage’s emblem glowing softly on the screen—gentle colors, childish symbols, a lie perfected over generations. “Locate the source of this leak,” I added. “Anyone brave—or foolish—enough to hand me this much ammunition either wants protection… or expects a reward.” “Either way,” I said calmly, setting the tablet aside, “the Southern City Orphanage no longer belongs to them.” The doors sealed behind him with a soft hiss, leaving me alone in the war room’s crimson glow. I turned back to the holo-screens, pulling up acquisition timelines, when a quiet knock sounded—three measured taps, almost hesitant.

“I didn’t give him the opportunity to give you any information that Declan may have had. The Luna of the Orphans, the oldest child living in that hell house is my mate. She contacted me in a panic attack over Micah and his sister after she gave them to Declan. She knows the support needed to get him through this type of poisoning doesn’t exist in her pack. She doesn’t trust me or my pack but we are all she has.” I shiver as a cold breeze sweeps down the main path reminding me of where we are. I’m staring down the slim path that we created and named The Blue Ridge path as it leads directly into their territory. It’s the sounds of a motor starting in the distance that snaps me out of my daze a

I swallowed what I could, coughing and gasping, the rest painting me like a claimed whore. Cole looked down at my ruined, cum-covered face with pure, dark satisfaction. “This weekend was just the beginning, Amber. You’re not leaving. You’re ours now. Body, mind, and that greedy little soul.” Jake stroked my hair almost gently, but his fingers tightened possessively in the strands. “Welcome to the family, baby. You’re never going back to normal again.”

Before I could say another word, the line disconnected, leaving behind nothing but the hollow beeping tone. The cold grew sharper and sharper, carving straight into my bones. Gritting my teeth, I pulled the blanket tighter around myself. Suddenly, my phone lit up with a notification. I turned my head slightly and saw that Morgan had just updated his social media. In the photo, he wore nothing but a thin short-sleeved shirt with a popsicle hanging from his mouth. 'So lucky Ms. Sheffield brought me a generator, or I would have frozen tonight too.' I stared at the picture for a long time.

"Deal?" "Okay." I had said with a nod. Cyrus walked around me and toward the door, he paused and looked back at me. "Keep in mind that there could be others like us out there." He warned but his tone was calm like he knew what he was talking about. I gave another nod and waved goodbye. Ch 7