Bleach Hollow King Novels & Stories

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.’”

Lana's pov Is the king saying i should bath here? Is he going to eat my flesh so soon? I started crying and singing my late parents After crying her eyes out she took her bath and came out of the bathroom King Devin used his powers on her dress and in no time she was naked in front of him Omg she gasp she felt invisible powers taking her to the bed Are humans this blessed i mean look at those ass and tit the vampire king thought inwardly as he was eye fucking Lana He crashed his lips on her's sucking it like his life depend on it while his hand on her nipple and the other on her ass

Gerald is bleeding, laughing. “Kill me and you prove me right,” Gerald says. “Monster, just like they say.” Draven looks at me. At Caiden. At my hands covered in blood. Then he does it. He tears his throat out. Gerald Holloway dies choking on his own plan. Silence. Then the bond screams. Pain, not mine, Draven’s. He staggers back, clutching his head. “Draven,” I run to him. His eyes are gold, then black, then gold. “The, Hollow King, dead,” he gasps. “The, magic, it’s—”

I was surviving it. I twisted past the shadow blast, slammed my blade across the Hollow King’s chest—armor cracked, not broken and met his next attack with a wall of ancestral magic, summoned from the ground beneath us. Roots rose. Stones burned. The very graves fought with me. The Hollow King faltered. Slightly. Enough. And then he turned, raising his arms and I felt the dead in the forest scream. He wasn’t summoning beasts.

I was somewhere else. A battlefield. Blood soaked the earth. Bodies lay scattered, warriors with torn banners clutched in lifeless hands. The sky above swirled with black clouds, lightning flashing in jagged streaks. At the center of it all stood a man. Tall. Dressed in dark armor, his face obscured by a crown of jagged bone. The Hollow King. His eyes burned like molten gold, the same way the Revenant’s had. He lifted a blade—the same dagger Rael had just taken.

But standing beside Damian now, I realized that accepting help did not make me weak. A deafening roar interrupted my thoughts. The creature beneath the mountain finally emerged far enough for us to see its face, and I felt every part of my body go cold. It had no eyes, no mouth, and no recognizable features, only a smooth black surface covered with glowing silver cracks. “What is that?” I whispered. Vaelgor stared at it with horror. “The Hollow King.” Alaric smiled. “At last.” The Hollow King slowly lifted its head, and despite having no visible eyes, I knew it was looking directly at me. Then a voice entered my mind. “Blood of my maker.”

And as I fall, tail limp, blood spiraling upward in threads that will be gone before anyone at the surface can notice them, every bright hue in my scales beginning, very slowly, to drain, the Hollow begins to drink me. The pink goes first. And then, somewhere very far below me in the black, something much ol der than pink begins, patiently, to wait.

She knew he heard her footsteps, what with his super hearing, but he gave the semblance of normality so she too pretended. And the first rule of pretentiousness never shows your ignorance. Hence Willow waited patiently, scanning the garage, her eyes lapping on any potential weapons in the vicinity. "Are you Billy Jones?" The hulk asked after a few minutes. Willow hides her triumph smile. They always crack. But then what he asked penetrated into her mind. Billy Jones? Seriously, Reagan? Instead of asserting, Willow questioned, "who is asking?" "King" Right. I'm as much of Billy Jones as he is king. Though Reagan said his name is Dane. He is a good-looking vampire, there is no doubt about it.

It's been so long, staring through the window, she could tell it was mid-day already. Her head felt so heavy and she took a look around. The King could be seen standing beside her "Is it...done?" She looked at Martha and asked. "I'm done. And now, it's time to see if it worked or not" Aiken replied and reached for a knife. Martha helped Roseline come out of the box and they stood and awaited Aiken to do whatever it is he had in mind. Hs took the knife and walked towards Roseline. "Please, give me your palm, miss. I need to give it a cut and see if the King would be affected" he said and Roseline's eyes dimmed.

It has three blue-grey gems – a big one at the center and small ones beside it. “I’ve asked permission for your parents and they agreed. Emily, I am willing to live the rest of my life with you and I will marry you once again after you graduate college.” He started. Words were caught up once again in her throat. Her heart beat excruciatingly hard against her chest, “What about Hell?” “Hell has its own king.” “Who?” “Alfred.” “Alfred, the mortal butler?” Her eyes widened, “That couldn’t be! He’s gone!”