Bleach Black Hollow Novels & Stories

The others wait behind me in breathless silence. I can feel their tension like a physical thing. Caelan is the only one who steps forward, positioning himself beside me without hesitation. His palm brushes mine, and the contact sends electricity up my arm. A shape begins to form from the ash and shadow. He’s taller than I remember from my dreams. Cloaked in bones that gleam like polished ivory, crowned with antlers that drip with silver moss like tears, the Hollow King emerges from the veil between worlds. His eyes are empty sockets that should hold nothing but darkness.

I shivered and it was the first time, I wondered if I was going to go on with this arrangement. I looked at Princess Lyra, she was shaking as well, and her face looked displeased. I looked at her wrist and saw a faint line there. I gasped, it was the same line that had appeared on my wrist last night. I hated it because I knew what that meant. " Go ahead" he stretched out a knife and handed it to me. I took it and cut myself, the blood on my palm was visible and I had to hold my hands still so the blood drops into the sacred bowl.

He told him. "Ohh now it makes sense. Enzo must have put me under a spell that I forgot everything. Saint put me asleep. And in the morning when I was scared, Zee calmed me down. And wait, Max can read minds. Oh no. Am dead. Oh god". He held his head and Stephen laughed. "And what power do you have"? "Well as a vampire we have the power of lightning speed. But Blaze is different. Being Alpha, Blaze has the power to heal. Himself and others too. Even if someone has a fatal wound, Blaze can heal it quickly". He explained and Callum felt his eyes can’t be wide anymore.

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

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.

“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.

“The bark on half the eastern line is gray now. Dead gray. Like something drained the life out of it overnight.” Inferno stirred violently. Zenith inhaled sharply beside me. “The Hollow Arc,” she whispered. “Yes,” I said grimly. Koa looked between us. “Okay, fantastic. I officially hate that name now.” But nobody smiled this time. Because suddenly the pieces aligned too cleanly.

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.”