Weird Collector Novels & Stories

After Elias was so picky about the stroller, we get a carseat, mamaroo, bathtub, high chair, and some more things the baby won't use for months. "OK babe we've been through the whole store and got way more things than are on our list! Baby Z is beyond spoiled already you think we can checkout now?" "Baby Z isn't spoiled! They need all of this stuff!" "Really? They need a Fortnight, Star Wars, and pokemon stuffy? And all this baby proofing stuff won't be used until they're crawling! Don't you think this crazy expensive car camera that let's you watch the baby on a monitor you install in the car is a little excessive?"

Alpha Donald of the White Castle Pack is the only one among all the Alpha's of the other packs who is close to accepting my offer, and it is only because our pack has promised his pack a cut in our weapon finances. The werewolf committee assigns a weapon budget to each pack in order to check the growth of metallic weapons (which is highily discouraged) and it is hard to buy a lot of weapons because of that. You can share that budget with another pack as a sign of gratitude and that is what we are willing to do in this situation. But he has not accepted my proposal completely and I am still trying to convince him. So I decided to call Jasper since he is the future Alpha and he is a much bette

Anything that has to do with this man is bad. A black Maserati car drives into the underground parking lot. The car stops and Reynold gets down from his car. He's wearing a blue suit. He runs his fingers through his hair and shuts his car door. He's rich, now I'm wondering what he's gonna need 15,000 dollars for? He's literally a Billionaire who runs a fetish club before he got busted. He sells girls to wealthy men. He's a scum that walks this Earth. It hurts that he's hot. " Lauren Gray." He says with a coy smile as he approaches me.

Magnus says quietly. Smirking, I nod in agreement. “I want to know where the old priestess is.” “You and me both,” he says as we are motioned into the inner sanctuary. Stopping in front of the large wooden carving of the Dragon Crest, I feel the real power of the temple for the first time. It pulses around us and I watch the priestess to see if she turns to it. She continues to stand in the same place, looking at us. The Dragon Cult is not as common here as it is back home. I find myself wondering what they are doing with the money that they collect. There are too many begging for food on the streets. Too many children are searching for warmth as the nights still grow cold.

The scent made my skin prickle. "Lights on," I muttered, tapping my helmet. The beam cut through the hangar and I whistled low. "Well fuck me sideways. This thing is massive." My name's Zara Kaine and I'm what the company calls an independent contractor, which is code for desperate enough to take solo salvage runs nobody else wants. This particular piece of junk had been drifting for two hundred years. The crew vanished with no distress signal. Last comm was one final log entry that said "compatible life contact established" before everything went dark.

"Mister Penn, I hope you'll stop coming into contact with the Jonan family after this. We won't be able to guarantee your safety if you breach that boundary again." The two men left after that. Tina came over to Wilbur. "Were they trying to buy the collection back?" "Yep." Wilbur nodded. "They might be able to get a part of it back, but it'll be impossible to recover all of it." Cape owned the biggest consignment business in the entire world, where tens of billions of dollars' worth of transactions happened every single day. Also, Wilbur could not help but feel a little sorry for Madam Marie and her father. The Jonan clan could have bought over the collections anytime, but Greg had done no s

She said, then the kids welcomed then in and showed them around. The house looked small from the outside, but inside was huge and filled with deer heads, weapons, teeth, eyeballs, arms, legs and lots of other weird items. The group looked shocked and scared while looking around the house. “What’s up with all these weird items?” Asked Elsa looking around at the many things upon the tables. Anthony Spinet was the one who offered to answer the question. “Our dad was a collector, so anything he killed, caught or found was put here.” Said Anthony.

he added sadly, and I felt Jagger back down slightly. "The attack on you and Kayda in the jeep was the first attack." My dad linked as I nodded. "Who is the collector?" I asked. "Never met him, none of us did. We got his messages and money through some small coven of witches he controls." he replied. "He's a wizard?" Adam asked as the rogue shook his head. "No, he's some sort of black demon." the rogue responded. "Long neck, lizard eyes, scaly looking." he shuddered at the memory.

INTRODUCTION My name is Kacela. I am twenty-one years old, and I am a werewolf hunter. And I have a secret. I am a werewolf. I was raised in a family of werewolf hunters. My father, mother and older brother are all werewolf hunters, and I made my first kill when I was twelve years old. I am trained in weaponry and hand to hand combat as well as other skills that I use in the field, like tracking. I’m also exceptionally good at finding werewolves who don’t want to be found using a variety of techniques, but mostly common sense and computer skills. It’s a family business and it keeps us well employed and financially stable. We move around a lot because of it.

“So, ‘navigator’. You say you understand the narrative of this place. Where do we begin? Who, in this asylum of exiles, do we talk to first?” Silas’s unsettling smile returned, wider than ever. He pushed off from the tree, his twilight eyes gleaming with predatory delight. “I’m so glad you asked,” he said. “There’s a… let’s call her a ‘collector’. She resides in a fortress of solidified melancholy, and she hoards things that are one of a kind. She’s utterly mad, of course, and notoriously difficult to bargain with. She also happens to hold a grudge against the Watchers that makes yours look like a mild annoyance.” He gestured for us to follow. “She’s the perfect first ambassador for your nas