Weird Collector Novels & Stories

Kat asks. “Frey Collectors. One of the most prominent collectors of Chinese artifacts. They are the ones who sold it to him.” “I guess we didn’t have to venture very far for a murder weapon-” Ryder says but Kat suddenly shrieks. “Ryder!” She screeches. Even Troy is stunned to see what’s going on.” “What?” Ryder frowns. “What the hell is wrong with you two…” He freezes when he feels something wet trickling down his face. In his excitement, Ryder didn’t notice it but the other two have. He slowly turns to a mirror on the wall to face himself.

Convel’s POV This is the day every werewolf in our pack is waiting for; the festival of the red blood moon that only happens once every 10 years. Blood moon appears to be the werewolves’ source of strength during the great war centuries ago. “Convel!” I follow the voice, and it leads me to one of our dungeon guards. “Do we have any problem?” I take a quick look at the entrance of the dungeon, worrying if something happened. “Nothing happened, but the prisoner screamed so loud last night.”

The battle is won, but looking at the silver scars covering my side, I know the war has just begun. "Your Highness!" A guard approaches. "We found something in Margaret's car. Documents. Plans." Byrde takes the papers, his face paling as he reads. "This isn't over. Marcus and Margaret were working for someone else. Someone called 'The Collector.'" "The Collector?" I repeat. "According to this, he collects rare wolves. Wolves with special abilities." He looks at me, fear in his eyes. "And Margaret sent him information about you. About a silver wolf who survived concentrated wolfsbane."

I don't like the thought of someone here spying on us, but I trust Eric to figure it out. "We'll be there later today. Are you going to call Joel and see where he is so you can connect with them? From what I understand, their group is growing. He even said they found a she-wolf from the pack, the Mystic Moonlighters, and she has some incredible magic. I think he's a little scared of her. She's Teegan's brother's mate." I can't believe they found a wolf from the Mystic Moonlighters. They were one of the most powerful packs in the world with their magic.

The specific ordinary alive texture of Tripicity going about its business. "The collector," she said. "What do you know about him." "Anonymous. That's standard for pre-completion acquisitions. Why are you asking about the collector." "Do you know who arranged it. Who approached you." "A representative. Very professional. Came through the gallery's normal acquisition channels, everything above board." Sol paused. "Occy. What happened at the opening. You disappeared, went dark for three days, now you're asking about the collector from what sounds like a payphone. What is going on."

"From the southern kingdoms. They passed through New Dawn. They heard the stories about the 'family on the hill' and the 'boy who heals.' They didn't see it as a curse. They saw it as an opportunity." "Opportunity for what?" Ashiel demanded. "For power," Finn said, his eyes wide. "There's a man. A lord, or a merchant prince, they weren't sure. His name is Theron. He is... a collector. Not of art, but of rare things. Magical things. He has agents everywhere. They call them 'Acquirers.'" A collector. The word made Liora's skin crawl. "The story of a child who can shape reality itself... it would be the prize of his collection," Finn finished, his voice heavy with dread.

Time: 10 PM Dress code: Formal(Tuxedos only) On the bottom was another P.S. - Come alone, or she dies. The Obsidian Estate. I knew that name. Everyone in the underworld knew that name. It belonged to a man, a faceless crime lord called The collector. No one knew his real name. The government had been trying to catch him for years, but he was like smoke. Always one step ahead. "This is a trap," Levi said unnecessarily. “You and the collector have bad blood after that failed deal so why would you get an invite if it isn't a trap?”

"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."

"And our archeologists state we could only retrieve fifty-four of them back." "What about that one?" She desperately turned to her father. He shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know. But werewolf researchers all around the world are looking for it." "What will happen if they find it?" "It'll go back to the Grand Conservation Treasury owned by The United Council of Mystic Entities." "The United Council of Mystic Entities?" Aria parroted, her eyes shining with interest. Zavier guided her further as he replied, "It's an association of paranormal creatures dedicated to maintaining peace and harmony in their world. One representative from every shape-shifting race has signed a treaty to confiscate

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.