Novelas y relatos de Bleach Hollow King

his left brow raised in mock expression “you want to exercise your royal advantage by keeping two women to—“ He didn’t get to finish, in fact the words got knocked out of him in a heavy punch before Casper grabbed a hold of his neck in an agonizing chokehold. The young man was gasping for breath as his face turned blue. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Hannah screamed at the infuriated king. Her mind wasn’t paying attention to their earlier back and forth not until she saw something fly past her in surreal speed. The next thing she saw was her mate trying to snuffle life out of the Ian...her friend.

He spoke in the coldest tone he could muster. “I don’t plan to hurt you. Just stay here for—” “For what?!” Kane snapped, finally turning to face him. King’s amber eyes were still dull, still lifeless. They always caught Kane off guard. He wanted to rip them from their owner, to kill him right then and there. But that would be an easy death. He wanted to see King devastated. He wanted to drain the life from his eyes. But it seemed like he never would—because there was nothing left in them to take.

Then she whispered to his ears, her eyes resting on me, “Your reward for tonight will be more than what we do. Suck as many places you can. F*k as many places that you can. And eat as many places that you can.” “Oh goddess you’re making me c*m already, baby.” For a moment I taught if there had known where they were. If they had been doing a lot at the secret doesn’t mean it will be a show in public. In front of the pack. “She was nothing before this night,” she added softly, loud enough for everyone to hear as she moved towards me. “And she’ll return to nothing now.” The circle broke. The fire dimmed. “Winter Hollow, dismiss.” Elder Soran screamed.

The air tasted wrong—metallic and stale, like a room that hadn't been opened in a hundred years. "They're here," I said. I looked toward the entrance at the far end of the rink. Three figures stepped out . They weren't wearing hockey gear. They were wearing ragged black suits. Their skin was the color of a bruise, and their eyes were glowing with a sickly, pulsing purple light. The Hollow Ones. They didn't even howl. The first one leaped onto the ice, its claws extending six inches from its fingertips. It swiped at a defensive player, sending the boy flying into the boards with a sickening thud.

“You’re nothing but something my brother used—secondhand trash. A whore. I never once intended to make you my Blood Queen.” Chloe stared at him, horror and disbelief warping her features. “I agreed to the Blood Bond,” Gabriel continued, voice venomous, “only to repay you for abandoning me for power back then—when you chose to crawl into my brother’s bed and crown yourself his Blood Queen.” Her face twisted, fury and humiliation colliding. Gabriel sneered. “The show is over. I’m the Vampire Lord of the Blazetooth Coven now.” “You’re useless to me.”

The mountain groaned. Cracks spread across every wall. The Devourer immediately rose to its feet. "Duck!" Nobody questioned it. Everyone dropped. A second later, a black tendril erupted through the floor. The thing was enormous. A twisting mass of darkness and fractured silver light. It smashed through a pillar. Wrapped around another. And crushed it effortlessly. Warriors scrambled backward. The tendril withdrew. Then another burst through. Then another. Then another. The Hollow had arrived. The First King moved instantly.

The man who had spent a decade breaking my spirit now looked like he was the one being shattered. "The King doesn't lose things, Bailey," Hudson hissed, his voice cracking with a fear I had never seen in him. "And he certainly doesn't leave his seal with a stray Omega unless he’s marking her for a slow death." "Maybe he just liked me more than you," I spat.

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.

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 can’t undo what I’ve done. But maybe… I can stop it from going further.” Behind them, the trees stirred. A voice—deep and twisted—shook the air. “I gave you power, Nyra. And this is how you repay me?” From the shadows beyond the lake, a figure stepped forth. The Hollow King. Twisted by corruption, his body crackled with red flame and void magic. Eyes like twin stars gone black fixed on them. “You were my weapon,” he snarled. “My final shard of vengeance.” Nyra stood, facing him. “No. I was never yours.”