Black Hallows Novels & Stories

They walked in silence, through the pathless land where the ground cracked and pulsed beneath their feet. The Court would not appear until it wanted to. Seraphine tried to steady her breath, but her magic stirred restlessly under her skin — as if warning her of something. And then — a voice. It came from nowhere and everywhere at once. “The blood returns.” She froze. Riven drew his blade. Another voice joined the first, cold and choral. “The line awakens.” And then, rising like a castle made from bone and shadow — the Hollow Court revealed itself. Turrets of blackstone. Windows made of mirror-glass. Ivy that moved like veins. The gates opened without touch, and a dozen hooded figures appeare

Healers found acolytes squatting in corners, muttering in languages no one recognized. And in the central courtyard, the fountain ran black. Not with water. With ink. With blood. I stood at the edge, watching the liquid swirl into symbols,ancient, twisted, and forming a single phrase: "She calls the Hollow Ones." Jason found me there. “What does that mean?"I asked him. “They’re not dead,” he said. “ But not alive either.They are souls trapped between worlds,bound servants of the Black Archive. Morwen must’ve offered something terrible to wake them.”

Then she whispered to his ears, her eyes resting on me, “Your reward for tonight will be more than what we do. Suck as many places you can. F*k as many places that you can. And eat as many places that you can.” “Oh goddess you’re making me c*m already, baby.” For a moment I taught if there had known where they were. If they had been doing a lot at the secret doesn’t mean it will be a show in public. In front of the pack. “She was nothing before this night,” she added softly, loud enough for everyone to hear as she moved towards me. “And she’ll return to nothing now.” The circle broke. The fire dimmed. “Winter Hollow, dismiss.” Elder Soran screamed.

The ancient Blackwood Hall stood deep in the old-growth forest, a massive stone structure carved into the cliffs overlooking the Sound. Torches flickered along the walls, casting long shadows over the gathered Alphas. The air was thick with power — dominant scents clashing like thunder, the metallic tang of barely-contained violence heavy on every breath.

If you need a door smashed open, I can handle it for you. I stare at the glowing slate in silence for a long moment before replying: Thanks, but no need. Hollis stares at his rune in confusion, muttering to himself in the damp cave. Right... as if the master who crafted the deadly Null-Scent elixir would ever need help from an Academy bureaucrat. He taps out another line: By the way, there's a black-market auction happening tonight at Hawkridge Row. I heard a vial of Lunar Lace venom is up for bidding. Weren't you looking for that to stabilize your physical strength? I have an VIP pass if you want it.

“We didn’t build this sanctuary on luck or permission. We built it on strength, on loyalty, and on a bond that cannot be broken. The Silver Hand came to break us today, and they left as dust on our borders.” “He’s right,” Ryder added, his grip on my waist tightening possessively as his amber eyes flashed in the firelight. “There is no army in the east, west, or anywhere else on this earth that can take you from us. We’re the Black Wolves, Haven. We own this mountain.”

I said and picked up my things before I set off. I stopped and looked around. And I almost fainted from the nervousness and fear that enveloped me. N-no I have to fvcking calm down. “W-why is everything look old and abandoned? I-It's so dark.” I checked my phone again and holy shit, it is really 10 in the MORNING but why it's dark here! Don't fvcking tell me I'm in my shitty dream again! It's pissed me off! My hand couldn't help but tremble as I dialed Elisa's number.

All I have to do is ignore them, and I'll be fine. -------------------------------- "I really hate being in the library." Hilary complained. They were sent to the library to research about the history of their town through old newspaper articles. "Shut up, and help us. Come on." Henry, her twin brother said. "Hey, guys. Look at this." Xavier found a news article dated thirty years ago." Xavier announced. Everyone gathered around him, except for Landon. "Young boy found dead at the boy's locker room?" Olga read title of the headline.

"Becca!" A voice, low, deep but soft, called. I closed my eyes even tighter not wanting to wake up from my dream where I was the queen of the dark, sitting on a black acrylic royal chair with a gold wood finish. Every morning I woke up, I would walk to the mausoleum connected to my palace by an underground tunnel, clanking my heeled boots along the cobblestone tiles as I checked on my prisoners. Each cell had someone who had crossed my line one way or another. It wasn't until I walked to the end where two cells were separated from the rest. The cells that were labeled hostes, latin meaning worst enemies and mortem below hostes, meaning death. Behind the old rusty bars of one of the cells was

“To end this foolish war. You and I both know this cannot last forever, Elara. Come to me—face me at the Black Hollow. We will settle this once and for all.” A shiver ran down my spine at the name. The Black Hollow was an ancient, cursed land, a place where the veil between realms was thinnest. Raven took a step forward, his expression darkening. “If you refuse, I will keep hunting you. I will destroy everything you have rebuilt. Your mother, your people, your precious Kael... I will burn them all.” A growl rose in my throat. “You’ll regret underestimating me.” He let out a low chuckle. “We’ll see.”