Weird Collector Novels & Stories

Celeste blurted out, even surprising herself for a moment. And wouldn't that actually make sense? Celeste couldn't help but recall all the despicable actions of those hunters. They swooped in and snatched up the werewolves by the bunch, but instead of finishing them off, they kept them alive. So, every time these hunters went out on their hunting spree, it was all about collecting samples? What the heck were they planning to do with them? As these thoughts raced through Celeste's mind, anger started to bubble up, morphing into a genuine concern for her parents. Her gaze shifted to Raymond, silently demanding an explanation. But to her dismay, Raymond remained as tight-lipped as a clam.

I mutter around my thumb; the coppery taste of my blood fills my mouth as I press my tongue against the small wound so the bleeding stops sooner. “An Academy gal, huh? You’re a rare one.” The collector presses something on the device and I know my location has just been sent to The Acadmey and back to my watcher. “You gals are all about serving that head guy, whats it you call him?” The collector rambles as he walks from behind the counter and pulls out a bunch of keys. It always makes me chuckle that I need to give blood to get access to the room but all he needs is a little key.

Sullivan sighed. "Whoever does this enjoys the pain they inflict." Sullivan nodded in agreement. "We'll catch the bastard who's done this. Everyone slips up eventually, leaves something behind." "Yeah, everyone except this guy. It's like he's a ghost. You've heard the rumours about a collector hired by cartels and biggest gangs to clean up their messes, ensuring no one finds out how they are connected. It's like some kind of twisted voodoo magic, with how easily the bodies are dumped and no one, not even cameras catch them." I grabbed the cup of coffee from her hand. Taking a big gulp, I resisted the urge to gag as the coffee grounds hit my tongue.

Slowly, the uproar died down. While it was inevitable that I continued to hear gossip about myself and received insults from the people online who had nothing better to do with their time, it felt as if the storm had blown over. That continued until I gleefully showed my dormmates my new bracelet. "William gave it to me. It's from the latest collection, and it cost nearly two thousand dollars!" Connie and Brenda happily admired my bracelet, and I clearly saw the look of jealousy and contempt on Natasha's face as she stood behind them.

There is also a lot of people wandering around. He walks towards the bookstall when a book catches his attention. Kasper frowned upon reading its title, The Devil Werewolf. "Oh, hello there! You must be interested in mythical creatures. Are you going to buy that book?" asked an old man, who seemed to be the seller. "Yes," he just said. The seller tells him the price and Kasper immediately pays for it. After Kasper bought the book, he find a place that can be a seat. He also uses his mind link to tell Flint his whereabouts, it wasn't far from the place where Flint buys food.

Theodore's jaw dropped. "Yes," Nigel Senior grinned, flashing sharp teeth. "But nowadays, folks call me the Mad Alpha." His eyes flashed crimson, glowing like red flames candles, and the four travelers instinctively stepped back. "Noted," Cameron muttered as he looked around the room at the shelves that were stuffed with weird trinkets, crystal skulls, jars of glowing beetles, and bones floating in bubbling liquid. "And you?" Falcon asked the quiet man still lingering in the shadows. "You've got kind eyes... but you've been staring at us like we might sprout horns."

He nodded knowingly as he said, "You should've listened to me earlier. Based on your dream, I think we need to dig into the school's history." I asked in frustration, "But how? If we ask the teachers, would they even tell us anything?" Noah knocked on my forehead lightly like I was some nincompoop. "Why ask the teachers? Doesn't the school have a library?" The "library" he referred to was actually an abandoned archive room. An elderly, retired teacher named Kent Gibson managed it. His long beard reminded me of the wise old sages I saw in historical dramas. Noah and I spent ages sifting through dusty books and files. Eventually, we found several records of strange occurrences in the school.

Just as the last waves of my orgasm were still ripping through me and I was panting hard against the marble, the building’s emergency alert suddenly blared loud through every speaker in the penthouse. Red lights started flashing along the walls and a robotic voice cut through everything announcing that a credible new kidnapping threat had been detected approaching the penthouse floor forcing us to move right away.

The large collector leaned forward. "So what now?" Marcus grinned. "We squeeze him." "The payment isn't due." "We squeeze him anyway." The tired collector looked up. "Are you planning to explain that to the boss?" "No." "Accounting?" "No." The tired collector nodded. "So this is jealousy." Marcus immediately frowned. "It's business. He has the money, so we take it before it gets wasted.” "Sure." The room fell silent. A minute later headlights appeared outside. Marcus walked toward the window then froze.

"And even if we did, I'm not sure we could just hand it over to you. There are procedures and protocols to follow." The man chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I'm not from the government, if that's what you're thinking. I'm just a... collector. And I'm willing to do whatever it takes to get my hands on that book." Tris felt a shiver run down her spine. There was something unsettling about this man, something that didn't quite add up. "I'm afraid we can't help you," Tris said, trying to sound firm. The man smiled again, his eyes glinting with amusement. "We'll see about that," he said, before turning and walking away.