The Witch Collector นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Cathy says, "but, what is a collector? Or more accurately who is he? Why is he called that?" No one answers at first, each person consumed by the horror of what could happen. Eventually, mother speaks up. "The Collector is... an abomination. No one knows where he comes from but he is dangerous. No one has gone up against him and won." "What does he do?" "He collects... skin. And other... body parts. Internal organs. He doesn't spill blood, all he has to do is touch you and everything will dry up. Then he... he pills your skin or fur and uses it for whatever evil he does."

The regular collection is just to give hope and prevent people from knowing this. However, even though I know this, I still can’t use this information. Like I said, Krono is a damn good warlock, and the amounts of protective spells he has layered on the structure that houses the dna collection is daunting. I can’t imagine anyone, magical or not, being able to unlock it before being found. He probably has detection spells for tampering.

The cultists revealed little—only that their master was gathering strength in the west, preparing for something big. "The Herald?" Elara asked. "No. Someone new. Someone called the Collector." Theron's face paled. "The Collector is a myth. A wolf who steals the powers of others." "Myths can be real," Elara said. "We've seen it before." They returned to the pack house with prisoners and news. Clara listened to Theron's report, her expression grim. "The Collector. I've heard that name." "From where?" Alistair asked.

“Please don’t hurt him” I begged as it begins to rain. “Hurt him? Who said anything about that. I am not a monster” he grinned. When I see his face I realize this is the same hunter that stole my blood from the underground prison. “You are a monster, you’re responsible for killing all those witches” I shouted. “Alright, maybe I am a monster, but lucky for you, we need him alive” the hunter said. Hunters kill witches to collect our powers. The more they kill the stronger they become. After all the recent deaths, I suspected this hunter was very powerful.

There were signs that accompanied the birth of the witch, but her full potential would lay dormant through adolescence until her innocence was taken, thus awakening her dormant powers. The Cottard witches were hunted to near extinction as each supernatural race sought to acquire the fated witch for their own gain. The women of the Cottard family were kidnapped, raped and imprisoned, and if they were not the witch of legend, they were impregnated in the hope that they would bear the sought-after witch. Seeking refuge and escape, most fled the country while the rest went into hiding deep in the bayou, refusing to use their powers in order to live free and normal lives.

the warriors start murmuring among themselves. "Isn't the woods declared to be dangerous for now? When did Prince Lucian found his mate? Is the rumor about a witch in Crisinda true?" The warriors asked among themselves while Russell paused for them to digest the piece of information he just passed before he continue. "Due to the rise in rogue sighting and the fruitless effort of the king to reach the prince, it is feared that the prince has most likely been abducted but we don't know where," another round of murmuring broke out among the warriors.

“Be careful.” “What?” He smiled at me as if I hadn’t said a word. “Can this be found in the pack?” He shook his head at my question. “Such strong substance which contains magic in them can’t be found in Crystal Fall Pack. The only witch in the pack was the late Luna. Oh!” He snapped his fingers. “There’s another witch in the pack.” “Who?” “The daughter of the late Luna.” I felt the air get stuck in my throat as if I was being suffocated.

“There’s a large number of witches entering Colby’s Cove, but we’re on it. I’ve sent an emissary to the Bellingham compound, reminding them that our treaty will be respected at all costs. It seems the old witch, Collette Bellingham, is throwing a ball for her birthday. Why, she alone knows. She's older than dirt."

I looked around and read surprise in everyone's face. "Would I have to follow your orders?" I asked. Colton grinned. "I would like you to but I wouldn't be able to compel you like I can with the rest of the pack" he replied. "How many witches do you have in your pack?" I asked "You would be the first. You have no idea how rare witches are. I've only met one other witch in my entire life" Colton explained. I stepped close to him and searched his face. He looked confused for a moment but then cleared. He nodded and put his hands out. I put my hands in his and Craig stirred. I looked deep into Colton's eyes.

Should I be grateful that I was locked in that cage instead of standing in line with the rest of those witches? Two guards carried a chest filled with purple jades and put it in the center of the hall. Then Maren took a glowing, glass container—the stolen part of the core. She opened it and poured it into a crystal decanter as if it was some damn liquor. She placed the decanter on the table by the chest and turned to the gathered witches. "Any volunteers?" she sang, looking at the crowd. Einer pointed at the witch standing on his right. The brown-haired woman in her forties vehemently shook her head. "No," she muttered. "Please… I… I can't…"