The Orphan Collector Novelas e Histórias

he replied. I shrugged in thought. “I know so little about them. It never clicked with me.” He moved to the bed and sat down on its edge. “The soul collectors pursue human wrong doers and harvest their souls to take back to the devil when the human has died. It is rare that they take a human alive. Usually it is because that human is on the brink of death. You are neither evil nor on the brink of death, so why were you taken?”

He didn't have eyes; he had two glowing, violet "Barcodes." "The Collector is a 'High Roller' with no taste," the Barcode-Man said, his voice sounding like a thousand glass bells. "If you want to truly 'Heresy' the system, you need the 'Merchant of Shards'."

*** I spent the entire weekend at Kol’s, just having sex and trying new things with Kol, like sex in the kitchen, in the living room… We had basically christened his entire place. “I already transferred your contacts and every other thing should be there also.” “Thank you.” I placed a kiss on his lips and took my phone from his hand. “Shall we?” I nodded as I read the sign in front of me. St Mary’s Orphanage. I took a deep breath as Kol’s fingers squeezed mine, reminding me that I wasn’t alone. The playground that I’d spent most of my time on still remained with the rickety old swings that looked quite unsafe to use at this point. I sent some money anonymously whenever I got my pay but I gue

“They have no pack. No structure. No purpose.” “They become parasites,” another adds. “So your father gave them purpose,” the first finishes proudly. Purpose. My jaw tightens. “He gathered them,” the Elder continues. “Took them from the streets. From the forests.” “From human orphanages too,” another adds casually. “As many as we could secure.” My stomach drops. Orphanages. Children. “The smaller ones,” the wrinkled Elder says thoughtfully, “are especially valuable.” My nails dig into my palm beneath the table.

"State your name and your business within Blackthorn immediately." The man looked up, meeting Killian's golden gaze without a single hint of fear. "I am Orion. A Keeper of the Celestial Archives." An immediate silence fell over the court. No one in the room had ever heard of such an order. "I have crossed frozen mountains, barren deserts, and three separate uncharted kingdoms," Orion stated firmly, leaning slightly on his silver staff. "Searching tirelessly for one specific child." His gaze shifted slightly, trying to look past Killian. "The child called Aiden."

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.

Parker asks with slow hesitation. “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.”

Deagon told me congratulations and handed me my satin box. "You will only have one collection your first week, two the second week and so on. I'm certain you'll be exceptional dear," he winked and put the box on my desk along with a silver pocket watch and micro thin clear gloves. I lifted my gloves and marveled at the material. Once all the boxes were distributed Deagon told the class loudly,"Always remember that young human children, pets and those that have ever had a brush with death or are dying can see you without your gloves. Congratulations, you all are free to begin your reaping." Jenna jumped up grabbing my hands and danced around. I pulled away from her and felt like my reaper box

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.