Bleach Hollow King Novels & Stories

Now is the time to get what's mine back. It snarled, "She won't give you anything." "Oh?" The king turned his head to the side. "I'll get everything." Her magic. Her spirit. Her body. I'm going to become her, destroy what she was, and rise as a god instead of a king. It made me feel really sick. It wasn't a trick. It was clear what was going on, and the way the crystals were moving made me think they were ready for his command. His blade was lit up with silver light as he lunged. For a split second, I thought he might be able to get to the Hollow King, but he didn't move. His body filled with shadows that hit Lucian hard and threw him against the wall far away.

Lazarus threw the wash cloth back in the bucket and rehanded it to the King. Zephyr started to dot her shoulders keeping her cool. Zach dissapeared into the kitchen and then came rushing out and kicked a bucket he placed on the ground straight to the King. Both guys looked at each other very confused until Jezzebelle pushed at Zephyr and launched herself straight to the bucket. Leaning over she started to empty her stomach into the bucket. Her body was getting rid of every single thing she ate the last 24 hours. The reteching was making her stomach burn along with her throat. Everything felt like it was on fire.

My heart seizes, a rabbit kicking against my ribs, as I see the King’s hand hover just above my head, frozen in a gentle act I don’t comprehend. A sharp gasp tears from my throat, and I flinch violently, a reflex honed by years of pain, sinking further into the impossibly soft mattress as if it might swallow me whole. My body tenses, bracing for the blow that must follow such a transgression, even his. “Oh… uh.” The King of the supernatural world stutters, his immense form retreating. He snatches his hand back as if burned, letting it fall clumsily onto his lap. The sight is so jarring, so utterly out of place with the monster I’ve heard about in whispered stories, that my mind simply blanks

I stepped up to the primary terminal, the very one Anna had just fled in tears. My fingers didn't tremble, they moved with a muscle memory that had been honed in the dark, long before I ever became the "rich socialite" the world thought they knew. I plugged in the obsidian drive. Instead of the flashy, bloated interface Anna had used, a simple, command-line prompt appeared on the massive holographic screens. LOGIN_ID: ************ The stadium held its breath. I typed in the sequence—not a name, not "Daphne," but a complex string of hexadecimal characters that only one person in the world possessed.

He was already turning back to his terminal, his fingers flying across the keyboard with renewed, homicidal vigour. I walked back to the head of the table. Franco was watching me, his dark eyes burning with that heavy, familiar lust. The King was besotted, endlessly fascinated by the ruthless efficiency with which his queen dismantled her enemies. "Sloane," I called out, not looking at the shadows near the door. The operative stepped forward instantly, moving with silent, lethal grace. "Yes, Majesty."

Then the door to the warehouse swung open. Decker Kane, the Reaper King, stood at the entrance with his skull mask on and his hand through a person's scalp with his fingers pushing out of their eye sockets. A wet, sucking sound echoed as Decker ripped his hand free, the body crumpling down to the floor. He stepped over it, wiping his gloved fingers on his thigh, leaving dark smears.

"What happened there?" Nora was quiet for three steps. "I told the crown prince of the most powerful vampire bloodline on the island that he had something on his jacket," she said. "He looked down. There was nothing there." Demi stopped walking. Nora kept going. "Nora." Demi's voice was caught somewhere between delight and alarm. "Nora, wait "

Its face looked almost normal until it smiled too wide. “You carry the throne of ruin,” it said softly. “I said I’m not your queen.” “But you will be.” The cracks beneath its skin brightened. Kael moved before I could react, throwing a blade directly into the Hollow’s chest. The creature staggered backward with a distorted screech. Then chaos exploded. The Hollows attacked all at once. Kael shoved me aside just as one lunged toward us. Its claws sliced through the air inches from my face. “Run!” he shouted.

Hallowed dogs recoiled, shadows shrieking as they dissolved in radiance. “It’s working!” Bain shouted, firing warded rounds at the remaining cultists. Each bullet trailed white fire. IV. The Hollow King’s Counterstrike In the heart of the abyss, the Hollow King loomed—an anti-pillar to Elias’s light. Its antlers arched wide, dripping void. “You break my veins,” it roared. “Then I will crush your veins.” A surge of anti-light rippled through the breach, nullifying wards, snuffing out Seraphina’s shield in splinters of black.

Eleanor suddenly understood something devastating: Blackwood feared the line falling into grief almost as much as the Architect did. Because the seal remembered exactly what happened last time. The Hollow King still stood frozen near the breach, ancient pain written openly across his face while the Veil weaponized every wound he carried. And then— unexpectedly— he spoke. Quietly. “Yes.” The chamber went still. The Veil creature paused. The Hollow King’s silver eyes lowered briefly. “I destroyed kingdoms.” The roots dimmed mournfully around him. The bond trembled painfully. Because no one had ever heard him admit it without rage before.