Weird Collector Novels & Stories

“Where is it? Where are the pieces? What about the items inside it?” His voice vibrated through the room, making even his parents flinch. The transplant vessel wasn’t just a bottle. It was filled with colorful carbon stars. It was very valuable to Adrian. Elowen had gifted it to him four years ago, and he had cherished it ever since. He believed it gave him strength whenever he looked at it. And hearing it was broken, Adrian's heart felt torn apart. “It’s in the wastebasket outside,” Scarlett said tearfully. Her body trembled hard. She didn't imagine that Adrian would react this way because of the vessel. Scarlett knew the vessel was from Elowen. She had broken it out of jealousy.

Above them, the hover-trains of the Thorne Foundation hummed with the sound of a thousand servers. Leo used a Vance-Frequency Spike—a device he had built from a broken microwave and a moonstone shard—to bypass the train’s biometric locks. The doors hissed open, revealing a cargo hold filled with "Symmetry-Rations" and medical supplies. But as Leo reached for a crate of oxygen-canisters, the lights in the hold turned blood-red. "Warning," a robotic voice boomed. "Unwanted presence detected. Initiating Debt-Collection Protocol." The Collector The crates didn't just sit there; they opened. From within the cargo emerged a squad of Debt-Collectors—androids built in the likeness of the original Th

The entire afternoon passed and Tova taught her more than she could absorb. The man was brilliant in his job and no wonder he was an apprentice of such a popular healer. She wondered if Fenris was this good, how good would Tova be. Coira called them for lunch and Alyssa noticed that Benny was still missing. She grew worried. “He will come Alyssa,” Coira said. “There are a lot of houses from where he needs to collect the coins.” Tova took a bite from the braised chicken and asked, “Collect coins? You mean you have been doing things for free?”

I was slowly released as the three other werewolves stepped back, looking just as confused as me. Whoever this man was, he held power over them. Real power. I turned my head slowly, dreading what I would see. He was still watching me, golden eyes sharp and unreadable. He looked... amused. As if he was entertained by my pain, my desperation. "Who are you to say?" My voice was barely above a whisper. The werewolf tilted his head, studying me like a puzzle he had just decided was worth solving. Then, he smirked. "You're going to find out soon enough, little human."

Eve said, "Stan might not have the details, but Allen will. You are going to need a computer person, a good one, that can do a forensic dig. Allen will have documents, bank info, names - legal names. I am sure they vetted buyers before allowing them into the auction. That would all be Allen. Stan's greedy and vicious but Allen is smart and conniving." "Would that be in Sergi's skillset?" Kane asked. "I don't know. I will ask. If not, he will ask Neil and Alaina at Moonless Night. I could see Neil having those skills." I answered. Eve smiled, "You two surprise me. You don't worry about keeping this within your pack. You ask for nothing in return. Why do you not have mates? What am I missing?"

Mrs koloski comes lumbering out of her office and says into my ear; " you made a fuckin sale. About time, don't you think. Come." She leads me into her office. " His name is Logan Hunter." Mrs koloski lights a cigarette, wheezes into a hanky and wipes her chin. She leans back in her chair. She was once a vouge model. She was the belle dame sans merci of beat poets and abstract expressonists. Now she's two hundred and eighty pounds, tough skinned and nasty when she needs to be. In her shaggy quack of a voice, she tells me.

"T-This is for me?" Cyrus nodded. "I have plenty more like it. And even rarer items, next-generation collectibles. As long as you stick with me, figurines, body pillows, and game cartridges won't be a problem. You'll get whatever you want." Cyrus had chosen the perfect bait for the perfect fish. Other rewards might fail with Thorgan, but this struck straight at his soul. "AWOOOO!" Thorgan lunged forward and hugged the Anama Rei figure to his chest. "Cyrus, are you a fellow nerd too? Then… Then do you like Airi?"

“Punk, I didn’t expect you to use Collier’s name like this, but I think you don’t know that Wesley’s uncle, Jude, has given the word to cleanse the organization. “Collier, a dog like you said, will be a dead dog soon! I think he’s living in fear now and doesn’t have the mood to care about you entering the art field.” Right after his words subsided, one of his followers with a Bluetooth earphone came up and said hurriedly, “Luis, Collier has lost his mind. He brought men from Golden Scale Corporation to Premeval Inc. and seized your uncle’s neck with a knife, forcing him to agree with the acquisition!

She felt warm in her heart because of every small things he do for her thoughtfully. She got ready and went to office. ... "How did I get so lucky to meet the Ace Corp's president?" The man sitting in front of Devian said. "Mr Willis, What I want is what I get by hook or by crook." Devian said. "May I know the reason of Mr Ace being so interested in such a lowly Jenner business company?" The man asked. "Because I like it" Devian said. "And with my status, I don't need any other reason to buy something." He added.

A silent banker dealing in the currency of things unsaid. Its gaze is always on us. On me. On Arthur. It wants the big one. The motherlode. The secret of the Graft. The memory that holds the weight of a erased multiverse. I can feel its hunger, a cold, patient vacuum. It doesn’t want to expose it. It wants to consume it. To make it part of its own silent, powerful being. And if it does? If it pulls that thread? The Harvester’s work unravels. The tags come off. Every universe remembers. And the Collector… it would come back. For us. For its compromised specimen.