Bleach Hollow King Novels & Stories

“the outer towns, you and gerald should head up that team and make sure you check in frequently... i do not want that asshole getting you” he said putting a hand on barry’s shoulder as they stood “thank you my king” barry said He smiled then froze as a sliver of cold passed through him “whats wrong my king?” barry said He let out a soft breath as tears filled his eyes “mave has reached her transformation... she will make her way back soon” he said sadly

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.

I turned back toward Kaizen. Hatred burned inside me. "You've always been a stupid jerk." Before he could react… I spat directly at him. The entire room gasped. Nobody moved, nobody breathed. The famous Kaizen Arclair… Campus king. Untouchable Kai. And I'd just spat in his face. Slowly, Kaizen wiped his cheek. His eyes lowered… Not angry. Not cold. Not arrogant. Guilty. The sight unsettled me more than rage ever could. For a long moment, neither of us spoke,

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 officially miss the giant cosmic horror version.” The Hollow King smiled faintly. “You preferred honesty.” The voice no longer thundered from beneath reality. It sounded calm now. Smooth. Intelligent. Ancient exhaustion hidden beneath endless hunger. Raven moved instantly. Her blue blade flashed through the chamber with lethal precision aimed directly at the Hollow King’s throat. The attack passed through him. Not dodged. Not blocked. His body simply unraveled into silver-black particles before reforming again behind her. “Violence before understanding,” he said softly. “Humanity truly survives through instinct.”

It felt like an entirely different realm. Zion stood beside me, his hand tight in mine. "We're in the in-between," he murmured, his voice taut. "Where souls get unravelled and monsters are made." The air rippled ahead of us, and then he appeared. The Hollow King. A crown of thorns rose from his skull, curling like burnt branches. His eyes were a bottomless abyss, and he looked like Jaxon. But he looked and felt wrong. And beside him was Callum bound with black chains.

The swarm stills. Eden clutches his head. "*Stop.*" "You're not its puppet," I say, stepping closer. "You're my *son*." For a heartbeat, his eyes clear. "Mom-*run*-" The Silence retaliates. --- **The Hollow King** Eden's body *ruptures*. The crown of his skull splits, birthing a creature of liquid shadow and fractured light. The Hollow King-the Silence given form. Its voice is the cracking of glaciers, the death rattle of stars.

The Hollow King moved faster than humanly possible. One second it stood across the room. The next It slammed Luca into the wall hard enough to crack concrete. Ava screamed. Luca’s gun clattered across the floor while the creature pinned him effortlessly by the throat. The Hollow King leaned close to Luca’s face. And whispered: “Another DeLuca.” Luca struggled violently against the creature’s grip, blood running from the back of his head now. The Hollow King’s pale eyes flicked toward Ava again. “They always destroy everything you love.”