Bleach Hollow Hole Novels & Stories

What came through wasn't human. It had been, once. You could tell by the general shape and the way it moved on two legs. But everything else was weird. Its skin had turned gray and leathery, its fingers elongated into claws, and its face stretched into something with too many teeth. A Hollow. Class D anomaly that fed on fear. The crowd started cheering. The Hunter raised his sword. The Hollow circled him, making a clicking sound they made when they were hunting. I'd heard it before during deployments. It usually meant you were about to be attacked.

And then— My eyes caught it. A heading. “Hollow.” My heart thudded. I leaned closer. The first line read: Hollow: A power channeled from beyond the living. The air heavier. Elara?!

"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.

They didn't growl; they simply lunged with ceramic blades and high-voltage stun-batons. ​Leo led the way, his scarred arm acting as a physical club. Every time he struck a Hollow, the silver circuits flared, sending a jolt of feedback into the machine’s internal processors. It was a brutal, mechanical dance. ​"Go! To the central core!" Leo roared, throwing a Hollow over the railing and into the dark sea below. ​They reached the primary drilling floor. In the center of the platform was a massive, glass-walled cylinder filled with a swirling, violet liquid. It looked like a larger version of the Origin Strain, but it was darker, more aggressive.

I looked up and froze. "Sam? Sam Mitchell?" "Zoe!" My childhood friend, Zoe Cameron, laughed and pushed her glasses up on her nose. She pulled out her equipment and started examining me. When she saw the damage down below, she couldn't help but gasp. "Sam, that's pretty bad. But your tubes aren't completely necrotic yet. Leave it to me. There might still be a sliver of hope." I quickly pulled my pants back on and subtly wiped the cold sweat from my forehead.

Hunter returned, holding a plastic mixing bowl in one hand and an application brush in the other. Inside the bowl was a frothy blue mixture that reeked of chemicals strong enough to make my eyes water. I recoiled slightly, nose wrinkling as I waved a hand in front of my face. “What the hell is that?” I asked, eyeing the suspicious concoction like it might come alive and eat me. He smirked, setting the bowl down on the vanity in front of me. “Powdered bleach. Gotta lighten your hair first so the pink sticks better. Otherwise, you’ll just end up with a muddy mess.”

The nursery was silent now, save for the ragged breathing of our family. The scorched mark on the floor pulsed with a dying violet light, a rhythmic reminder that the "Hollowed" was merely a scout. The veil hadn't just thinned; it had torn. Kaelen shifted back into his human form, his skin glistening with the sweat of a failed kill. He looked at his hands, frustration etched into the hard lines of his face. He had killed gods and kings, but you cannot bite smoke.

The air in the chamber didn't just chill; it died. The figure standing in the corner was a grotesque mockery of life. Ronan’s body, which Zayden had broken with his bare hands, stood upright, but his limbs moved with a disjointed, mechanical twitching. The void-black eyes leaked a dark, viscous smoke that pooled at his feet. This wasn't a werewolf. This was the Hollow—an ancient, forbidden rite of the Virex line used only when a challenger refused to stay dead.

Before he could respond, the hall went quiet. Not gradually. All at once. Next thing she knew. The Hallowed Hall was the kind of room that made you understand why certain spaces were built large not for capacity. Stone arches rose sixty feet overhead. and the modern lighting suspended within them managed the remarkable feat of feeling both cold and warm simultaneously. The floor was dark marble. The seating was arranged in a wide semicircle facing a raised dais at the front. and every seat was filled with vampire students to the left Nora had been cataloguing the room since she sat down.

✦ ✦ ✦ The Hollow made its second appearance on a Thursday. This time it did not manifest as shadow. It came as sound — a frequency at the edge of hearing, not painful but deeply wrong, the kind of sound that made the inside of the skull feel briefly like a space that didn't belong to you. It lasted eleven seconds. Clara was in the library when it happened, in the general stacks, alone. She did not move.