Bleach Hollow King Novels & Stories

Still, almost nothing is the same as before. I’m a zombie, the living dead, the supreme specious of the planet, and the leader of one of the largest hordes in North America. I’m one of the Zombie Kings. My job is to keep the peace among zombies, keep my horde fed, and hunt humans for sport. I’m the stuff of Lacey’s nightmares now, and yet somehow, I have to rekindle our relationship so that I’m not forced to use her as a breeder.

A rank like no other, it was the highest or high rankings, so much so including Blake and I there are only ten of us. The King of Vampires keeps us hidden and for good reason. The king received word that something he once lost may have been found. I have been kept out of the details, which I don’t mind because I trust Blake and The King. All I was told to do was go to The spring Hollow Pack and see what I can find out, anything out of place or a miss there. So that's where I have been the last 6 weeks, maybe one day she’ll notice me, thinking this because of the thoughts of that school.

The king's reputation precedes him, for he is known to be a merciless ruler who spares not even those of high birth. The fallen vampire received a brutal blow to the face as the king mercilessly stomped on him. With each powerful thump, the creature's body began to resemble a freshly baked loaf of bread, while its once-rounded head now appeared strikingly flattened. As the deed was done, the king remained steadfast, his gaze unflinching. The task was easily achieved.

The King said nothing, his hands unfastening his belt and then he gave her a thorough look from her head to her toes. "Take your clothes off." TBC

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.

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.