Bleach Black Hollow Novels & Stories

She kissed Ashton on his beautifully carved jawline and Chelsea couldn't help but be pleased with the fact that these two gorgeous people were her best friend and cousin. Ash had fluffy black hair and deep blue eyes that carried on to his form as a werewolf, a smile that could kill off the school's female population and a personality that could make anyone fall in love with him. Olive on the other hand, had straight blonde hair, a heart shaped face, hazel eyes, a smile that lit up any room she walked into and a personality that was sweet, so sweet that Chelsea sometimes wondered in her head if Olive really was that sweet or she was just manipulating everyone around her. Chelsea snapped out o

A bleeding. William tried hard not to think of what was coming, but the word kept rolling around in his head. As far as he knew, the Coven had stopped bleedings more than a century ago. Most vampires subjected to the torture lost their minds and had to be destroyed afterward, so it was really a pointless punishment and had, therefore, been abandoned. Clearly Lilith wanted to make a statement. In the archaic practice of bleeding a vampire, all the blood the vampire contained was drained into a hole in the floor. They were then left in a room made of brick and stone; ten feet thick and underground to prevent them from being able to knock their way out.

Baylee whispered, before she could stop herself. Melody nodded slowly. “Yeah,” she said quietly. “Blood.” Baylee’s skin prickled. Melody tapped the inked circle. “The Hollow King is what comes when the Veil smells that kind of wound. He’s the instinct of that other side. A hunger. A drive. He’s not a god with thoughts and plans you can bargain with. He’s the pressure of a hand on glass. He’s the thing that says, ‘Open, open, open.’”

I gasped sharply and stumbled backward. The eye was completely hollow … a black, empty void where the pupil and iris should have been. No white, just darkness. Black veins spidered rapidly outward from the eye, crawling across his face like living ink. The skin around his mouth was already turning gray, then black, rotting and peeling away in wet chunks. The smell of rotting flesh hit us . Blade stepped in front of me instantly, shielding my body with his own. “What the hell is that?” he demanded, voice sharp with fury and alarm.

“The Hollow is near.” They crested a ridge, and beyond it, nestled in a glade shrouded in mist and snow, lay ancient ruins. Black stone pillars jutted from the earth like broken teeth. Vines coiled around archways inscribed with runes Lyra couldn’t read, but somehow felt. This was it. The Hollow. A place older than blood, older than Alpha lines, older even than the curse. Kaelen motioned her forward, but paused before crossing the threshold.

Her vision was already starting to blur. Satisfaction flickered in Lirael's eyes, and his attacks grew even more vicious. "Now that you've taken a hit from my Darkwell Flash, you won't last much longer. Die quietly, and I might leave your body in one piece. "Who knows? I'll let you have a little reunion with all the ghosts from Hollowlight." His hands wove through a series of seals, and the black energy around him exploded outward. It twisted into a massive spectral claw that blotted out the sky as it descended toward Aria. Countless vengeful spirits writhed across its surface and shrieked in agony.

“No, brother… you are hollow.” That word struck deeper than I cared to admit. Hollow. It meant I was empty. I knew I wasn’t supposed to care but it hurt me. Maybe because it was coming from him. I snarled. The black magic in me went wild. “Enough!” I sent a blast his way. The blast I unleashed was merciless. It was a rough spear of darkness that pierced his defenses like they were paper. His body convulsed. He screamed in agony before he slumped forward.

Koa checked another. “He's breathing.” Zenith remained focused on Malachai. The light around her intensified. Malachai screamed. The darkness began peeling away from his body. For one moment, I saw the man beneath it. Older than any ordinary human should have been. Exhausted. Terrified. And utterly alone. Then something inside him looked at me. Not Malachai but The Hollow.

It wasn’t anywhere she knew. The others appeared behind her, one by one, their outlines rippling like reflections on water. The sky above them was a black dome streaked with red veins of light. Trees twisted in impossible shapes. The ground was soft, like ash and heartbeat at once. Caleb looked around, his face pale. “We’re inside,” he said. “This is Black Hollow.” Silas’s eyes glowed brighter than she’d ever seen. “Welcome to his world,” he murmured. Somewhere in the distance a bell began to toll, deep and slow, as if marking the time they had left. Ava tightened her grip on the dagger. Her father’s voice echoed faintly in her memory: Under the Blood Moon, choose. She straightened her shoul

Every instinct inside me screamed. It moved impossibly fast. Kael shoved me aside just as the creature lunged, a blade of black energy slashing through the space where my throat had been seconds earlier. I hit the ground hard, pain exploding through my shoulder. Kael drew a dagger from beneath his cloak, meeting the creature head-on. Steel clashed against shadow. The sound rang through the forest. “What is that thing?!” I shouted. Kael ducked another strike. “A Hollow.” “A what?!” “They hunt Guardians.”