Weird Collector Novels & Stories

But it was the full moon, people had to return to their packs for the shift and pack run. I headed straight to the ribbon seller's stall that Evie told me about. It was easy to find out who he was as he was the only one selling that. No one ever set up his kind of trade because they were afraid of being in his brother's bad grace as the man was an Alpha. A powerful and respected one at that. I was however disappointed when I got to the place and saw no one over there. For two hours after that, Stephan and I combed through the entire market, looking for anyone who fitted the description of Mr. Hank that Evie gave me. By the time we searched for close to three hours, it was evident that we wer

“Try me. Or I’ll make sure you regret every fucking breath you’ve ever taken.” The man flinched. “Okay, okay! The boss… he’s just a middleman. He handles the… the acquisitions. The real boss, the one who runs the show, she’s known as ‘The Collector.’ Nobody sees her. Nobody knows her name.” “Acquisitions?” Marcus scoffed, stepping closer. “What the hell are you acquiring?”

I asked, keeping my eyes glued to the friendly expression on his face. The members of the Iridescence Pack were in on the game, and each played their own roles. It was common knowledge that the members of the pack gave nothing away, and never offered additional help beyond what they could already provide. There would be no cheating, no begging for help or a free ride. The golden etching on the box shimmered, as though it were winking at me. "Hm, I'm not sure." The shop keeper shrugged, giving me an honest yet sheepish grin. "My husband is the collector. Finds all of the stuff in this shop. I just clean em' up a bit. I even make some of the pieces!"

I tapped his cheek and said, "I need to go to work now. It's almost my shift." "What!? But it is almost dusk!" He protested. "Did you already forget 6:00 p.m.–2:00 a.m. is my shift?" I chuckled and waved them goodbye. Leaving my poor brother pouting. Making my way to the cabin first to take a quick bath. After changing my clothes, I just munched some berries and made haste to the furniture workhouse. Crimson Pack is the manufacturer of other packs for things like furniture and clothes. This pack is quite rich, but at a price. It is because our pack is the nearest to the prohibited forest. Like a shield in case something that lurks beyond might break out. After seeing that creature, I was sur

H-Hunter... H-how is this possible? H-He was a werewolf? "Alpha? Alpha?! Where are you? "I froze when I heard a voice. Alpha? As far as I know, Alpha's are the leader of a pack. Hunter. He's a werewolf. And he rules a pack. I couldn't believe it. Everything seems untrue. But the fact that he could've had easily killed me awhile ago but chose not to, made my mind more confused. I tried to push him away, his naked body making me a bit uncomfortable, when I felt something dripping of him. My eyes widen when I saw blood.

As he reached the virtual shop, he saw a person in suit walking directly towards where he stood. “He probably set his implant to notify him, when I came online.” He silently thought as he straightened up to meet his prospective buyer. “Good day, Mr. Weapon Collector.” The man greeted with a smile. “Good day sir,” he greeted the man back, without much emotion in his tone. He changed his name to Weapon Collector the other day, to avoid unfortunate circumstances where his customers will try to rob him directly, after knowing his identity. “I received a notification that you are interest in 2 of my stuff, I came as soon as I can.” He didn’t bother beating around the bush, as he got to the point.

"That explains a lot." "Right? I also collect shiny things. Want to see my stash?" "Hard pass." "Your loss," he said dramatically. "I have some cool stuff. A random key I found on the ground, a very suspicious-looking rock, and—oh! A button from Terran’s jacket that fell off last month." I blinked. "Why… why do you even have that?" "I told you, I collect shiny things. It’s a hobby. Don’t judge me." I shook my head, turning toward the stairs. "I don’t want to lose any more brain cells, so I am heading to my room. Bye.”

"Who are you working for." "Go to hell," she spat. "Wrong answer," Cain said and squeezed harder until she started choking. "Wait," she gasped. "Wait I'll tell you." Cain loosened his grip slightly. "Talk." "I work for a collector," she said. "Someone who buys and sells rare wolves. He heard about Sarah's mutation and the pregnancy and hired me to get close to her and bring him the babies after they were born." "Name," Ryder demanded. "I don't know his real name," she said. "He goes by the Broker. He operates out of the eastern territories but he has people everywhere."

"I'm cool. We're going back to the castle right?" I winced. I've been thinking about that too. There's one more person I haven't found. I can't go back yet and today we have to go back or there'll be suspicions. I remembered the holy water. I've lost my powers now, will I still be immune to it? I can't take risks now that I know how useless they will be to me. But I need to find the last guy. The guy with a pet, a baby leopard. "I don't know. I can't leave without finding the last person. I'm so confused right now."

I narrated everything that happened between Phil and me, right from the time he saved me from the bully, Till this night. "You mean Senior Philip, the final year student of Pharmaceutical Science?", Chris asked, his eyes almost popping out of his eyes. "Yes. Is anything the problem", I asked, taking a spoonful of the jollof rice he bought. "He is a cultist. One of the most dreaded cultists", Chris deadpanned as my spoon fell, my mouth opened. I could feel my head spinning.