Weird Collector Novels & Stories

I felt the falling temperature as well and noticed that there must something terrible happened, so I said to her: "Well, Miss Isabella, if it's hard to say you could just ignore me will be alright." Isabella, who had been silent at first, suddenly interrupted me, then changed back to her sloppy appearance at the beginning and said: "Weirdness is the result of the unwillingness of people after death, the spiritual wisdom born after a hundred years of immortality, and the rumours spread by word of mouth. In the final analysis, weirdness is the existence of hatred and resentment, do you understand, little cutie."

Our players tried to stop him, but he didn’t stop. My heartbeat raced when Zack approached him from behind and attacked Kaelen. My throat tightened. Without any warning, the memories of that night rushed forward. Kaelen had cradled my remains in his arms as though I was something precious, even though there had been almost nothing left of me. Then he buried me himself. And after that... He had hunted down everyone responsible for my death. I had seen it all. Because I hadn't disappeared when I died. I remained behind.

They wore a dark cloak that obscured their features, and in their hands, they held a staff that pulsed with sickly green light. "There you are," the figure said, their voice neither male nor female but ancient and cold. "The last Silvercrest. Come with me peacefully, and I will call off the attack. Resist, and everyone here dies." Korra stood slowly, the pendant burning hot against her skin. "Who are you?" "I am the Collector," they said simply. "And I have been searching for you for a very long time." The staff pulsed brighter, and suddenly, Korra couldn't move. Magic wrapped around her like invisible chains, pulling her forward step by step.