Bleach Hollow King Novels & Stories

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.

Cassidy stared blankly at the door the Lycan King exited. He was...overwhelming would be an appropriate word, she decided. His arrogance and blatant disregard of her as a person made her angry. Anger was better than fear. Anger could be used, shaped, molded into something sharp and dangerous. Her ire was a weapon she would forge in secret. "Not that there is any useful application." She whispered to the silent room. He was the High King of Lenerum, a Lycan berserker like his father before him.

When the front door of the building opened and shut three floors below, he spoke. "Malachi." The air beside him shuddered. A pillar of black fog rose from the floor, coiling and compressing until it shaped itself into a man. Tall, gaunt, dressed in a dark suit that belonged to another century. The figure dropped to one knee. His eyes fixed on the floor. "Your Majesty." Barely a whisper. "Tonight's banquet has been arranged." Elias Black was a fiction. His real name was Aurelian Ashbourne, the Vampire King. He had lived as Elias Black for a year.

For those of us on the outside, it was very frightening. King Marvelon stared at his piece of sandwich. "I don't know." "What was it like?" Prince Mitchalus questioned. A slight silence washed over us. King Marvelon gazed ahead of him. "It was painful but it disappeared." "Do you think it's because you used your powers?" Mia inquired. "You were fine before." King Marvelon stuffed the rest of the sandwich in his mouth. "No, that's not it." "He's the King of Kings," Martin added. "He can't turn off his powers. He's using it even now."

replied the ghost, “but I would be wrong to complain. Knocking around in Twilight is much more boring. Therefore, I might be considered my own master. Well, almost.” “Let’s check out what you can do,” said the necromancer. “Dear, give me the crown.” I took it from my head and handed it to him. He put it on straight away, and I even felt a little put out by that. His dark eyes shone and the white dragon bones made such a striking contrast with his dark hair that the title ‘King of the Dead’ appeared all the more appropriate to Reive. “Byeln, fly off and frighten our Commander of the Guard and the new Marshall a little. We need to cheer Glane up a bit. Since peace was declared he’d become a li

" Audience: *claps* Naomi: Up next we have Calhoun. *Faces Calhoun nervously* Sir Calhoun, can you please tell us more about yourself? Calhoun: *gives an annoyed grunt* I am The current Blood King of the Blood Kingdom. The name my father gave me is Agiurgioale Constantine Pompiliu Stefãnel. The name my mother gave me is Calhoun. I go by Calhoun. Naomi: *nods head.* I can understand why. Calhoun: *continues* I have supernatural powers. I can draw power from the blood of the dead. The power I get is more potent if the victim is someone I kill.

King Asnus called hesitantly, "there's something you need to know." "What, pray tell?" "The raiders, they had sharp claws and teeth. Their eyes also glowed a weird green. Thru seemed strange but they were humans, I'm not sure if…" he trailed off. Sebastian's eyes narrowed. Definitely not vampires. Green eyes… vampires were red. "I'll take care of it. Do as I have commanded." King Asnus bowed, "yes, my lord." Sebastian turned and went down the roof. "Are you leaving?" Aurora asked when she saw him walking out of the partially destroyed palace.

The Lord’s hands were up to the elbows in blood, and the entire perimeter of the floor of the room was covered with scarlet liquid. Vladyka did not immediately realize that he was no longer alone. A faint splash distracted the king's attention. Frozen for a moment, Vragenn turned sharply and met his gaze with bottomless, dark eyes without pupils. They reminded him of the night sky during the new moon. The pale face was hidden by short, uneven strands of black hair.

As he glanced around at the men, he could see the fear in their eyes as they stared in awe at the power of their Hybrid King. Edward only scoffed, not surprised. It's been a while their king had a fight, and since half of them are new, they haven't finished his skills before. "Finish him, hybrid!" Edward yelled above his voice and in response, Derek's fangs sank into Derek's neck.. Just as Derek continued to repeat the action continuously, Xavier managed to break free from him and rolled away, blood dripping from his neck. Derek hadn't straightened up when Xavier laughed at him, his claws digging deep into Derek's shoulder as he bit down hard at Derek's foreleg.

The moment did not last. The Hollow came in waves. First the beasts—creatures with too many limbs, jaws wide enough to bite through men in a single gulp. Then came the broken kings, corpses of forgotten rulers dragged from their barrows, their crowns twisted into black bone. And then, worst of all, the echoes—star-born reflections of those we had lost, familiar faces twisted into nightmares. I saw Kael’s face among them, though I knew it could not be him. My fire nearly faltered. His eyes—wrong, hollow, endless—fixed on me as though I were the one who had betrayed him.