Weird Collector Novels & Stories

However, he was also reluctant to reveal why he had come since there was a killer bargain at stake. In fact, every other collector who was coming was keen to be as secretive as they could be too. As such, the leader simply said vaguely, "We just have something to discuss." "Oh…" Trippy murmured as he eyed the doors of Treasure Measure, which was locked from the outside. Knowing that Raymond wouldn't be inside, he asked the trio, "Are you guys here to buy or sell? If you're selling, I must advise you to be careful since Mr. Cole's judgment is quite poor, and his items won't be that ideal."

“I know someone lives here and I hope I’m not intruding.” Since non one replied he decided to venture the building by himself. “Hmm… Why does this place look so familiar to the game I play… Even the placement of the furniture and… IS THAT?!” says Akihiko as he stumbles his way towards a weird statue kept at the end of the hallway and drools all over it while saying- “No way… Someone made this event-exclusive item too that only ever released when I wasn’t even born! Whoever lives here isn’t someone I should mess with.”

he replied. I shrugged in thought. “I know so little about them. It never clicked with me.” He moved to the bed and sat down on its edge. “The soul collectors pursue human wrong doers and harvest their souls to take back to the devil when the human has died. It is rare that they take a human alive. Usually it is because that human is on the brink of death. You are neither evil nor on the brink of death, so why were you taken?”

The collector smiled. "You misunderstand." His eyes gleamed. "There were hundreds once." Drift crossed his arms. "So?" "This is the last one." The room went quiet. Even Drift understood that. Not because it was sacred. Because it was rare. The collector smiled again. That same awful smile. The smile of a man collecting pieces of something dying. Like mounting heads on a wall. Nero hated him instantly. The ride home was quiet for a long time. Drift broke first. "Still got paid."

and leave empty-handed. That solution seemed better than sitting at home and telling them the truth about my current financial situation. My plan was coming along just perfectly… until I saw it. A delicate gold bracelet, from the Hanz Collection, the latest design from Car***r Simple. Elegant. Perfect. The price tag stared back at me: $70,000. My stomach twisted. Where the hell was I supposed to get that kind of money? If Natalie would just pick up her damn phone, I wouldn't have to worry about price.

I was sure the moon goddess would give Mason someone better, that would love him genuinely, and he wouldn't feel like he needed to compete with anyone. We made a lot of stops because I had to eat and I had to pee. Mason laughed at me while Marcus grumbled. They took turns driving while I slept most of the time at the backseat of the jeep. We arrived at the gunsmith's house. His name was Isaac Western, he was the only gunsmith that made bullets capable of killing werewolves, and because of that, he was filthy rich. I knew Marcus had more money, but for a human, he was filthy rich. What Marcus had was generations of hard work, this man, made his money in his lifetime.

"No. Afraid not. But there used to be a certain individual who could temper it, kind of take the edge off, so to speak. Unfortunately, she ran away." "She?" "Yeah, some usemi they captured a long time ago. I don't know much about her." "Usemi?" Peter and Zander's conversation about my mother's death came to mind. They mentioned a usemi. "Man, I could use a white board right now." Dante laughed. "Actually, I should just show you my secret website. The people I work for are not the most honorable, if you know what I mean. I've been saving information about them and all kinds of stuff, including whatever histories I can find about us, usemi, akharu, the sethians, and all that crap, just in case

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."

files, maps, phones I unlocked a drawer and pulled out a secret phone. I only use this phone to talk to dangerous people who do not exist on official records. Black Tide. That name was heavy in my mind. I had not dealt with them in years. They were patient, quiet, and very dangerous. They were ghosts who only attacked when they could make a profit. They were debt collectors and killers. If they took Gideon, they were using him to control the situation. I looked through my secret contacts. My thumb paused once. Then again. I selected a number.