Bleach Hollow World Novels & Stories

A bleeding. William tried hard not to think of what was coming, but the word kept rolling around in his head. As far as he knew, the Coven had stopped bleedings more than a century ago. Most vampires subjected to the torture lost their minds and had to be destroyed afterward, so it was really a pointless punishment and had, therefore, been abandoned. Clearly Lilith wanted to make a statement. In the archaic practice of bleeding a vampire, all the blood the vampire contained was drained into a hole in the floor. They were then left in a room made of brick and stone; ten feet thick and underground to prevent them from being able to knock their way out.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

She stood up and took a few steps forward before she noticed the referee standing in front of her and Kaen lying face down on the ground behind him. "AND THE WINNER OF THIS QUARTER FINAL MATCH OF THE NEW WORLD TOURNAMENT IS..." "...NATSUMI FUBUKI" SHIN SEKAI SECRET: Poison is outlawed in the new world tournament because the damage it does cannot be measured visually.

Dexter said aloud as we heard the door leading to the other sections of the mansion open. Everyone's gaze was fixed on the passageway leading to the stairs, waiting in excitement to see what our Alpha had to present. And when I was beginning to think that our Alpha's surprise was a flop, I saw the hugest scare of my life. The whole hall fell into chaos as most people screamed and yelled in fear while others like myself stood speechless and motionless. It was a man. A man whose reputation spoke for itself. It was the legendary Alpha Blade, known in Haven as The Ripper.

The change didn't surprise me because it came from within. Another deep breath. My power hummed. And I jammed the magical blade directly into the center of the hole. As soon as I did, the world around me became watery. The pretend land of Sharra evaporated and I was once again near the stream in the forest of the Hollow.

Azalea's POV Every full moon night, something strange happens. I don't know exactly what happened last night. But as I washed my hair in the sink this morning, I could vividly recall my dream last night, when I "wolfed-out" and ran through the streets of Brooklyn. The moonlight illuminated my path, made everything enveloped in silver light, and I was completely happy. I haven't been that happy in a long time. The thing is, I'm not a wolf. I'm an ordinary human... right? And werewolves don't exist... right?

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.

He nods. I drive the needle into the hollow's core instead. --- **The Aftermath** The scream splits the world. The hollow implodes, vomiting the villagers into the void. The needle dissolves, its venom fusing with the storm. Eden collapses, his scars now starbursts of raw light. The elder's voice follows us as we flee. *"You've only fed him. He'll come back hungrier."*

Extreme Anchor SeveranceHe can no longer hear Elara or Kael’s mental link.Terminal "He’s flatlining," Rhys whispered, his hands shaking as he monitored the energy readouts. "The bolt isn't just a weapon; it’s a cancel-command. It’s telling his body that the shifter gene doesn't exist. If we don't pull it out and bridge his core in the next ten minutes, he’ll become a 'Hollow'—a human shell with a dead soul."

A cold realization settled over them. Something wasn’t just destroying the world. It was making sure it stayed broken. A sound cut through the stillness. Soft. Wet. Like something shifting beneath the soil. Kael’s sword was in his hand instantly. “Tell me I imagined that.” The ground near the edge of the Hollow moved. Not a tremor. Not a quake. A ripple. Like the earth had inhaled. Then something pushed upward from the ash-colored dirt. Arin’s stomach dropped. A hand.