Unknown Collectables Rdr2 Novels & Stories

Kayden and Gemma had their meal as they chatted aimlessly, Gemma was just admiring the scenery as something caught her eyes. A gun? She would rather not alert Kayden, which is the target, Kayden? Her? She quickly brought out her phone as she messaged Jace. Jace is the head of Kayden's security team and is always with them somehow. She knew she could trust him. “Gemma what is it?” Kayden called out softly, bringing her back to the present as her mind had just run a million miles that second. “I am okay.....damn.......” She fell her spoon, as she quickly bent down to pick it, she found the gun had found her.

TAKEN thirty two Allen and Marcus gently brings Clark down from the car. He wouldn't let them come home alone. He said he wanted to stay with his sons a bit longer, since they won't be staying at his place. They assisted him to the door and when they opened it. The shock that lay on their face was unexplainable. Allen eyes widened at the woman that sat on the couch who was also in a confused state. Clark staggered as he set his eyes on Bella, Marcus immediately held him for balance. Bella rose to her feet as her face wrote surprise seeing these three together. Wherever Allen met Marcus and Clark she didn't know. But this isn't looking real. At all. For some moment she thought of how long sh

After all, everyone here was risking their lives to break into the general’s tomb to obtain the infamous supreme angelic artifact that laid within… Chuckling in response, Master Greendrake then replied, “Let’s not point fingers at each other before we even enter. Regardless, I simply know that there are treasures in one of the seventy-two mounds. The rest are empty, and sadly enough, I have no idea which mound is the correct one!” “Can the Yinblood pellet be found in the mound with the treasure?” asked Gerald. “It can, Mr. Crawford. That aside… Are you really just here for the pellets, Mr. Crawford…? Not at all for the angelic artifact…?” asked Master Greendrake as he stroked his goatee whil

she said and leaned towards Iktanne's ear and whispered, "... we've heard a few days ago in the library from the proctors that the Giants were collecting gold and souls from the normals. They said that there was an insignia left on the shores of the north... which might cause a great trouble because it links back here in the Academy and the Empire." Iktanne's face was wild with shock. "What insignia was it?," she whispered back. "Well, we don't know for the bell started ringing for our next class so we weren't able to get what they were saying." The blond guy, Anthony, stood up from the other end of the couch and interrupted them, saying he'll be away to get some food. He looked at Iktanne's

replied Remuel. “Yet you have a few of them,” observed Casser, seeing three of the rectangular disguise amulets hanging from the wall. “It may not have use to me now, but I might find use for it in the future,” said Remuel. Casser then went to the shelves and found a box filled with twelve-pointed stars. He took one and noticed the green gem attached at the center. “I don’t see why you’re collecting these. You know these are all fakes. No one has ever found the real Rodan’s touchstone.”

Mistbound Residue barely felt solid at all until he touched it, and even then it seemed reluctant to stay in one form for too long. Riley paused briefly with one of them between his fingers before letting it absorb into his inventory. “These are worth something,” he murmured, more to himself than anything else, not needing exact numbers to understand that these weren’t basic drops. Once everything was collected, he straightened slowly and opened his inventory, intending to sort through it properly. The moment the interface settled into place, a soft chime followed. Then another. Then several more in quick succession. Riley’s attention sharpened as the notifications began to stack, his focus

"That's actually kind of cool. Terrifying, but cool." "More than just a crime lord," Reign continues, scrolling through the information. "According to Landon's sources, The Collector doesn't just deal in artifacts. They harvest them. They find people with rare abilities or bloodlines and... extract what they want. Sometimes the person survives. Sometimes they don't." My stomach turns. "And they might want the curse fragments."

Like a piece of him had been carved out cleanly. He opened his eyes. The witch was holding something invisible, her hands cupped like she carried water. She breathed on it, and it dissolved. “Done,” she said. “Now I tell you what I know.” Kaden stood. Alina was watching him with concern. He tried to remember what he’d given up, but the memory was gone. Just a blank space where something important used to be. “The bone crown is held by someone called the Revenant,” the witch said. “They’re camped in the old Ruins. Three days north. They have maybe fifty followers. All devoted. All willing to die for them.”

The Wraithstone. So that was it. That was what he was after all along. Archibald laughed as he opened the box in his hand. The lycans gasped, murmuring among themselves. So it is true… The Wraithstone exists… “I must say,” Archibald chuckled as he admired the stone like someone savoring a tasty meal, “you have a collection of rare antiques in there. Some could burn this world down. But I am only interested in this.” He grinned as he looked at Rael. “You’re done for now. Your pack, your people—I will take it all.”

“You’re a scavenger?” “No. I just got lucky today,” Tunde said. “Found a dead man. A drone had taken him out. He had a shard. I sold it. I work at the quarry, I might be able to get more.” The three looked at each other. Quiet. The older one finally asked, “Why come to us?” “Because I need something only you can offer,” Tunde said. “I want access to the Citadel.” The scarred one chuckled. “You’ve got guts, kid.”