Weird Collector Novels & Stories

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?”

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.

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."

Who was I kidding? Running wasn't an option either. No one runs from the Russian Bratva. If it were possible, a lot of people would have succeeded. But no one can run from the Bravta and no one can run from the collector. He was a hound dog. I've been cautious enough to know that's it's a useless act and those who did never lived to tell the tale. The sound of my heartbeat pounded loudly in my ears and I managed to find my voice. “Yes. You're the collector.” My stomach tightens as the chair creaks under his weight and my response. “You’re here to collect… my debt.”

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?"

I glared at him, "I just finished my fucking homework you twat and you ask where my spirit is? Well, it crawled up my ass and died." He tutted, "Must be science something or you wouldn't be this crappy." "What the fu-" I began but he cut me off by throwing the bags he was carrying to me. I checked inside the bag, to find indeed, new sneakers peeking from the inside, half wrapped in a paper. Must be expensive, it was some Italian or perhaps France label at the outside, and the design was gracefully rocker and sexy. I glanced up at him, "Well this is nice..." I trailed off appreciatively.

" 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. " He's some fancy bestselling author from New York, he knows his shit. I've heard about him, he buys art for resale to foreign collectors. He came in here, stared at your paintings for five minutes, came in here and handed me a check for twenty four thousand dollars, of which twelve is yours." I squeal like a pig, clapping my hands over my mouth. I'm so ex

The figure’s voice echoed across the warehouse, deep and melodic, carrying a weight that pressed against Lila’s chest: “So, this is the one called Lila. You wield power beyond reckoning, yet you tremble before shadows you barely understand. I am here to awaken what lies dormant within you… and to test you.” Cade took a step forward, voice firm but wary. “Test her? Who are you? What do you want from us?” The figure’s eyes glowed, piercing through the dim light, unblinking. “I am neither friend nor enemy. I am a catalyst. Harper is unstable, your power is unrefined, and the chaos you’ve unleashed threatens to destroy everything. You will either rise… or fall.” Adrian’s jaw tightened, skepticis

"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?"