Weird Collector Novels & Stories

It is not that I am boasting myself, I am just stating the fact, that is all. Using my sharp claw, I rip that sack out. Which surprisingly let out one weird red eads that is like a blood like colored thing. Although, unlike blood, its color is nothing but a little beads. “That was… pretty weird” I mumbled as I can’t figure out what was its usae. Eve so, I decided to pick it up and store it in a container I always carry. Better do something than feel sorry. After all, I am that kind of person who would eventually regret some of the things that I made.

It was made of delicate, white paper, intricately folded. Lina picked it up. It unfolded itself in her hands, not into a bird, but into a geometrically perfect, silent origami of a bird. And tucked inside was a business card. The card was heavy stock, flawlessly white. In embossed, elegant font, it read: THE COLLECTORS Acquisition & Curation of Singular Moments No Moment Too Small Below, in smaller print: By Appointment Only.

“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!

After dinner Devian went to his study. He had to find out about the kidnapper. "Director, the outskirts are undeveloped area and there are no cameras which would have captured the people. It would be difficult to get their whereabouts." Dean reported. "Hmm" Devian replied. "Director, Nicole has been in Willis Corporation several times. She has even visited the Willis Manson." Dean added. Devian had a cold smile in his eyes. The one that could send chills run down ones whole body.

He was slightly startled and lost his grin. His looks were different compared earlier. He immediately sighed and nodded. “ Yeah, it really is a friendly date.” Our ordered lomi were already served. We talk about each other while eating. He shared some details about himself. He's a Scorpio, same as mine. He is an only child so at an early age he was helping his family. I wish I have that attitude too. That I can do things even though it's not my passion. I no longer want to be forced into something I do not like.

The cultists revealed little—only that their master was gathering strength in the west, preparing for something big. "The Herald?" Elara asked. "No. Someone new. Someone called the Collector." Theron's face paled. "The Collector is a myth. A wolf who steals the powers of others." "Myths can be real," Elara said. "We've seen it before." They returned to the pack house with prisoners and news. Clara listened to Theron's report, her expression grim. "The Collector. I've heard that name." "From where?" Alistair asked.

“Our collection is eternal. You should be honored, very few qualify for preservation.” The Progenitor manifests from wherever it exists between trials. “Release her,” it commands with authority that shook reality during the Wolf Trials. “She passed the trials, earned her return to life. You have no claim.” “We have the only claim that matters,” the Collector replies. “She broke cosmic law by restructuring it while mortal. That makes her ours by rights older than your trials.” “What rights?” the Progenitor demands. “The Right of Collection,” it states. “Established before reality itself by the things that watch realities form and collapse. We collect the anomalies, the beings who shouldn’t ex

The only device still on. We're about to leave when I notice something. A drawer in the desk. Slightly open. Inside is a box. Small. Wooden. I open it. Photos. Of me. As a child. Me at age seven. At a park. Smiling. Me at ten. School picture. Missing a tooth. Me at sixteen. Graduation. Proud. But these aren't normal family photos. They're clinical. Dated. Labeled. Subject E. Pre-treatment baseline.

"Enforcement agents. Each one represents a dead universe's portfolio. They are functionally indestructible because they are composed of debt itself. You cannot kill debt. You can only pay it, restructure it, or default on it." "Can they be bought?" "They can be redirected. Each Collector is bound by its portfolio's terms. If you can demonstrate that a particular portfolio has already been serviced, that Collector must withdraw. The problem is proving it." Jack's mind was already racing. Seventeen Collectors. Seventeen dead-universe portfolios. Each one a separate line item in the Original Contract. If he could audit the payment history and find discrepancies... "Boss!" Ben's voice erupted th