Black Barriers Hollow Knight Novels & Stories

A place of bad earth and bitter water, where outcasts and broken things went to die. The Barrens. A slow death sentence. Before she could speak, a new smell cut through the wind. Sharp. Chemical. Wolfsbane—but stronger, made by machines. From the trees below, figures appeared. Not wolves. Men and women in grey gear, faces hidden behind clear masks. They held strange guns with attached tanks. A tall woman with iron-grey hair led them. Her eyes were as cold as the priestess’s.

The same strength sucking world she’d insisted on walking one last time before the boys got back. I looked down at her, eyes closed, teeth clenched, struggling to hang on. I balanced her silver ring, a gift from our Mother, on my knee and pulled my grey sleeve over my finger tips, dabbing at the beading sweat on her forehead. Something was happening in the Blacklands and for the first time in memory, Shades were crossing the Southern boundry in droves, bringing with them their violet sky and starless nights. They didn’t eat, they didn’t sleep, they didn’t stop. They just kept coming, pushing us back and taking our land, leaving a sea of dead bodies in their wake.

Jack hit the vault door hard enough to split his knuckles. "Open." The door ignored him. Katherine ran her hands across the surface, searching for hinges, seals, logic flaws. The black material was not metal. It was decision hardened into boundary. "No lock face," she said. "No external authority panel." Haley backed away from the screaming versions, face pale. "Can we please skip to the part where one of you says something impossible and we do it anyway?" The Hollowsmith stood very still. "There is a way." Jack turned.

Some of the Black Knights were injured also, but sadly it was the noble, bull-like beasts that suffered the most loss. Neyalha circled and swept back, intent on burning the remaining opposition to ash. But the magic of the Na’Himara and the other Dragons formed a mystical barrier that stopped her short in mid-air. Flapping frantically, she flamed at the shield, but was unable to penetrate it. Spears were flung at her, passing through the shield to make little impact on her scaled hide. Stones from the catapults caused her some discomfort, but no serious damage. Even the large arrows from the Ballistae had little luck in penetrating her scales.

I can feel myself blacking out as black spots cloud my vision. Just as Psych is about to grab a hold of me I hear what sounds like bikes pulling up. Psych runs over to Jesse, who is bleeding from her head, and helps her up. I catch a glimpse of Melissa lying unconscious on the ground near the kitchen and when I look back over to Psych he and Jesse are peaking out of the holes on the boarded-up windows. "Shit, the Warriors are fucking here. How the fuck did they know where we were?" Psych says hysterically.

"Wait... eternal blackness? Like the darkness?" Remi shrugged. "I don't know. I am only telling you the legend as I heard it. Are you going to let me finish?" He gave me an irritated look. I nodded for him to continue while I ignored his sass. "It is said..." He waited for me to interrupt again. When I didn't, he continued, "that it can call to its wielder's darker half in a time of need to help maintain the balance of the realms. It is unlocked through solving three puzzles."

Bo says, looking up at the sky. Iselyn and I help Delia gather the children, while Gray, Bo and the elders get to work setting everything and everyone into place before the moon reaches its peak. When Delia and the children are gone and the rest of the pack is chained to the trees, Gray and Bo take Iselyn and I a little farther out than the rest. “You’ll be okay,” Gray tells me, as he locks the thick metal clamp around my neck. I only nod in response. Much harder than I hope too.

Before leaving, Laura spent a quiet hour atop the high cliffs, communing with the sovereign Black Dragon. Through an unspoken, profound exchange of frequency and intent, she channeled a new, specialized defensive technique—a shimmering, translucent barrier of balanced golden light and obsidian shadow threads known as The Dawn Shield. The dragon acknowledged her call with a low, respectful rumble, soaring silently into the upper atmosphere to provide an invisible, protective aerial watch over their mission. ​The ride to the ruined fortress of Stormwatch was swift and silent. The ancient stronghold loomed against the starless sky like a jagged broken tooth, its stone battlements swallowed by t

Viggo was on the other side. "No!" Viggo roared. He swung his hammer. BANG. The sound was deafening. The hammer bounced off the barrier. The shockwave threw Viggo backward. He skidded across the floor. The wall didn't even ripple. It hummed with a frequency that made my teeth ache—a Class 5 Barzil Barrier. Indestructible by kinetic force. Viggo scrambled up. He pounded on the wall with his fists. I saw him screaming. His face was twisted in panic. The veins in his neck bulged. But no sound came through.

The knights was assigned there to guard people from barbarians but rather saving they were killing them. "We should kill them" stated Athen, hearing about all this had made Athen wanting to do something right for villagers and dead girl, "We will attack them in night" said Hugo, with his experience Hugo perfectly knew at night the enemy are more vulnerable. Both of them waited for night before heading in the forest. "You know about the danger right?" Hugo asked looking at Athen who seemed to be lost in his thoughts, "Yes I am ready" said Athen quietly, "What are you thinking? Are you afraid?" Hugo asked, it wasn't the fear that was inside Athen's head.