The Orphan Collector Novels & Stories

"Can you skip class tomorrow? because remember sister Jane of the holy child orphanage actually Vin I need to deliver our donation personally but I'm afraid still, to hop in the car too long, and the Orphanage is too far. so I tell her that instead of me you are the one I will send-off?" I just look at Colene, I sigh and nod. I guess I don't have a choice. I don't want her to go to that orphanage because that was the place she met the guy that made her like that. Good thing Henry doesn't have any have much profile to my sister their just meet and date each other for only three months not long to know each other and since our family is one of the biggest donors in that call orphanage our fami

Everything a sanguis had is bloody red eyes, fur, and two long tails slowly swaying, following the air. I thought that I may have seen a sanguis before, in the middle of the forest when I was a kid when my father knocked on an unfamiliar door and - “She’s shifting back!” Alarick hurriedly approached the prisoner and covered her with the suit he was wearing. I looked at Alarick, who was now lifting the unconscious prisoner. I nodded when I got what he was thinking. “We cannot let her stay here.”

Ivor snatched the note in the first instance, his expression dark and stormy. "How dare she leave on her own? How dare she?" His fury drove him to kick the plaster figurines at his feet. With a loud crash, they shattered into fragments, much like the relationship we once shared. They were broken beyond repair. "Ives." Kind-hearted Rhianne crouched to pick up the pieces, but Ivor pushed her away harshly. "Little El." When Ivor turned 18, he started to feel the weight of responsibility as a man. Thus, he crafted the figurines as a symbol of our bond. He hoped that we would stay together forever.

Warmth crept into her cheeks, and she looked away before he could see it. Before the silence between them could stretch too long, the Keeper called everyone toward the end of the street, where several roads met at an open square. Unlike the rest of the Hearth Quarter, this place offered no comfort. The pavement had cracked apart. Several buildings had collapsed in on themselves. Long black scars ran across the ground, as if something impossibly hot had torn through the heart of the neighborhood. Pearl's smile fell away. "What happened here?" The Keeper stood silent for a long moment before he answered, and his voice had dropped lower than before. "This was where Orathyn learned that even the

"Ah, the healer. I see now. You’ve awakened something, haven’t you? The Moon’s Orphan. The key to it all." Raynor took a step forward, his instincts screaming at him to act, but the man’s eyes held him in place. "I’ve come for what’s mine," the man said, his voice like a whisper in the wind. "And you, Raynor, are the key." ---

"A Thorne never accepts the first bid. And a Scavenger never pays for what he can take by force." "You have no force, Leo," the Collector hissed, the black lightning on his cane intensifying. "You have a warehouse full of starving refugees and a wife who is half-static. You are a liquidated stock." "I have the System-Key," Leo countered. The Collector froze. The red lights of the debt-collector droids flickered.

“I’m fifteen“ she answered “Fifteen?“ My eyes widened in shock. How could a fifteen year old girl be in debt to a debt collector? “Well then, can I ask you a question Liza?“ I asked and she cheerfully replied “Sure Brother! Go ahead“ I gently dropped the wooden spoon and fork I’ve been holding and clasped both my hands on top of the table. I then proceeded to ask her my question “Can you tell me the reason why you asked money from that guy?“ The smile on her face vanished as she was about to answer the question. “I’m an Orphan now. I didn't got a chance to meet my Dad. Mom said he was killed during the demon subjugation roughly around 16 years ago. When my mother was still alive, she got ver

End this nightmare permanently. I looked at Damien. At Sarah. At Hope. At the choice that was not a choice. Work for a monster or die as a family. "Ten seconds," the Debt Collector said. "Then I decide for you." Sarah's thumb hovered over the button. Damien raised his gun again. Hope cried in my arms. And somewhere upstairs, something else moved. Something that made even the Debt Collector's creatures flinch. A voice echoed down the stairs. Female. Familiar. Impossible.

she demanded. I nodded. "Dante was manipulated by someone he called the Collector ..." I hesitated, looking at Zander. His eyebrows were pinched together, his gaze a little vacant. "Who is this Collector?" asked Luke. "That's what he's called because he collects idimmu with special gifts," said Ruthie. "He's Zander's dad's alter ego. You know, head of the Nasaru by day, villain by night. Kidnapping supernaturals and experimenting on them ..." Ruthie finally saw my look of desperation.