The Orphan Collector Novels & Stories

Elara said. "How many?" "A dozen. Maybe more." Ronan's silver light pulsed. "We can take them." "Remember what Clara said. Don't engage." "She's not here." Elara grabbed his arm. "Ronan, if we die here, we can't warn the pack." He hesitated, then nodded. "Fine. We go back." But as they turned to leave, a figure emerged from the cave. He was older than Elara had expected—gray fur, tired eyes, a scar across his muzzle. The Collector. He moved slowly, deliberately, as if he had all the time in the world.

For better or worse. Through the crack in the window, an engine rumbled up the orphanage drive. I dropped my small rucksack to the floor and crept toward the noise. Outside, a sleek, black Mercedes pulled up to the front of the orphanage entrance. The car looked out of place amongst the decaying stone of the building, and the man that emerged from the vehicle did too.

That wasn’t really her problem though, hailey thought as she dug into the . ************ Following the people he was after hadn’t really been an issue for Dmitri. His sense of perception had always been keen and sharp. It was even more so since his transmogrification and it became more heightened. He could make out the tyre tracks where they had stopped possibly for a refuel. He could pick out the scent of that little Brookes girl. He was simply special. That made him quite invaluable to his employer. He was only contracted for important jobs and what could be more important than this one. The Blood Orchid itself. It was the power by which the Leviathans had been made. It was a powerful weap

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.

I ripped the nearest hunter to me and sank my fangs in him and drank his blood, noticing wolfsbane in the blood and quickly mindlinked Zion about this. A lot of wolfs have been poisoned when they have rippid in their teeth in the hunters and the hunters blood entered their bodys. My magic healed most of them but there were still some that had been poisoned. As I drank from the hunters I noticed a movement in the corner of my eye and looked over just to notice someone I really wanted to meet. Colt. I mindlinked Marcellus and he took off running towards us. Colt stood there smiling like a damn cat. "Orion. I always knew there were something special about you. To think you were Aurora's child a

But his eyes—sharp amber eyes—held the unmistakable intelligence and wariness of an Alpha protecting his territory. "Well, well," he said, his accent distinctly Yorkshire. "What have we here? Two strangers washing up on our riverbank like dead fish." I forced myself to remain calm, even as my protective instincts screamed at me to shield Orion from their scrutiny. "Please," I said, keeping my voice steady and non-threatening. "My mate is unconscious. He's in a trance—a supernatural condition. We're not here to cause trouble. We just need help." The farmer-Alpha's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Trance? That's a convenient story. More likely he's unconscious from whatever fight you two were runn

She hesitated a moment and then spoke. “We have a few tagalongs.” “What do you mean?” I had no idea who would have joined their group. “We went in to get Petar and turns out he was helping himself to some of the goods. We pulled out two sisters. Quite young. Our translator found out from them that their parents are deceased and that they were in an orphanage. I made the call to bring them with us.” She paused. “I’m pretty sure they’re shifters. I didn’t feel good about leaving them.”

He was grateful for Colton's presence which brought him back to his senses before he totally lost it. Colton Luke has been Brian's boy since Colt came to intern in Matthews creation a few years back. He worked as Brian's assistant for a little over two months and Brian got fond of him. He was smart, determined, he hardly got on Brian's toes, unlike his previous assistants who weren't even interns, he was a fast learner, a sort of a tech guru and the list goes on and on. Brian had no choice but to retain Colt who was beyond thrilled to work for him. Apart from the good pay, Colt gets to travel around the world and learn from the best. He has been working for Brian for almost four years now. C

" Outside the door, the debt collectors were furiously pounding on the door, banging so loudly it made my chest ache. On this side of the door, my best friend, Evangeline Frost, was earnestly urging me to renounce my inheritance. In my previous life, I had believed her. I gave up my inheritance rights because I didn't want to be responsible for my husband's debts. But the debt collector, Leo Hunter, was a lawless thug who didn't care about any of that. He was convinced I had money and was simply refusing to pay. He kidnapped my son, Shawn Harlow, and used the most extreme methods to force me to settle the debt.