Bleach Black Hollow Novels & Stories

The symbol inside the Hollow burned into my vision. The compass. My compass. Identical. For a moment, I forgot how to breathe. “That… can’t be possible,” I whispered. Yet the truth pulsed through the bond, undeniable. The Hollow wasn’t simply born from imbalance. It had once been balance itself. The creature roared, its massive body writhing as silver, gold, and white light clashed against the darkness surrounding it. Cracks spread across its form, revealing flashes of the same radiant energy glowing within me.

I eye the seat for a while before easing my guard just a little bit and sitting on it. “My grandfather, Alpha Kael Vance, and Damian Blackwaters, Allister Blackwaters’ grandfather, were once inseparable allies, brothers in everything except blood. Until the Hollow war.” “What’s the Hollow War?” “A brutal war that broke out near the southern territories after wolves began disappearing mysteriously in large numbers. An entire site was found with wolves mutilated and covered in strange black markings.”

"And I am done running." The rock in my hand felt like a toy against the blue-flame monstrosities pouring through the fissure. The first Hollow lunged, its fingers elongated into glowing talons. "Back!" Kael roared. He moved with a fluidity that defied his gaunt frame. The blade sliced through the air, leaving a trail of black smoke. When it hit the Hollow, the blue fire was absorbed into the blade. The creature let out a dry, rattling shriek and dissolved into a pile of grey ash.

The black river rippled. Several bells chimed softly. Mason noticed. So did Claire. “Joy,” she whispered. The woman looked at her. “Memory.” Claire stepped forward cautiously. “Seraphine said real memory hurts the Echoes.” “Because Echoes are stolen memory.” The woman touched the black water. “I am not.” Mason looked at her. “Then what are you?” Her gaze moved toward Bramble. “What your people call the Hollow.” Bramble squeezed Mason’s fingers.

Its eyes burned like molten obsidian. The ritual ended with a sound like a crack of thunder inside the earth. Kane opened his eyes, and for a heartbeat, I didn’t recognize him. His gaze was still his… but rimmed with shadow. His skin seemed to drink in the light. Then the Hollow came. It tore itself from the fissure, massive and terrible, a shape of shifting stone and shadow bound together by a core of blinding hunger. Its eyes, that’s if they could be called that locked on me, and I felt its intent as clearly as if it had spoken: I was prey.

"And it might contain the secret to beating him if the legends are real." Kael's forehead wrinkled. "You're believing in a myth?" "Do you think of something better?" Zara retaliated. Kael sighed and shut his mouth after opening it to argue. "All right. However, you are responsible if this goes wrong. The Trip to the Black Hollow A lost relic of the ancient world, the Black Hollow was a place that was discussed in whispers and was cloaked in mystery and terror. The stories described it as a maze of underground passages, guarded by unknown, ancient entities and teeming with traps.

The moment they saw it, the three exchanged meaningful glances that did not escape Belle’s notice. Mortified, Belle lowered her head. Phil immediately tried to cover the mark with a handkerchief, but it was already too late. The mark was far too dark and obvious to go unnoticed. “Well, well, well... it seems we have quite a wild one here,” Dr. Holly mockingly remarked, a malicious smile curling on her lips. Beside her, Dr. Stan subtly stared at Belle with a darker, more intent gaze. It was as though he were suddenly seeing her in a completely different light. He had never expected the beautiful and innocent-looking intern to have such a daring side.

~TOBY~ I pushed the heavy mop bucket down the long hallway, my arms already aching. The athletic building was quiet this late, just the way I liked it. No loud voices, no eyes watching me. The only sounds were the wet slap of the mop on the floor and my own breathing. I kept my head down, hood up, trying to disappear like always. But tonight, something felt off. My skin prickled like someone was staring at me from the shadows. I stopped and looked around, heart beating fast. Nothing. Just empty lockers and dim lights. I told myself it was just the nightmare from last night still messing with my head.

Mira looked at him shocked as he smudged the colour on her face, colouring her in red from forehead to jaw, ruining her white dress which she wore to irritate him. "Happy Holi, my little fire!" He smiled evilly at her. She just glared at him with her beautiful eyes. "Aren't you going to colour me?" He mocked. "I don't have colours" She replied glaring hatefully at him. "Then get it" He ordered looking back with the same hate which was for her white dress. He was feeling victorious when he smudged it with red colour. She smirked and pulled out the knife from his waistband. Damon looked at her as she grabbed his hand and made the cut on his palm. She did it so fast that even Damon couldn't add

she acknowledged after taking a short sip on the drink. “Stop distracting yourself and keep your eyes open.” The lady rolled her eyes at the statement. Hyde strolled over the counter and got himself a glass of whiskey, while Adeline set herself on the table in the corner where she could have a better perspective around the hall. “Agent Black, set.” He whispered after activating the earplug hidden in his ear. “Agent White, set.” In a short while, Adaline activated her device, too.