Bleach Hollow World Novels & Stories

Every time she cut down a wraith, light burst from its core—light that flowed back into the sky. They weren’t killing them. They were sealing them. The battle stretched into hours. The sun rose—and didn’t chase the dark away. Wraith after wraith fell. Blood, both black and gold, stained the shoreline. The Sea of Dying Stars began to boil. Then came the sound none of them wanted to hear. Laughter. The Hollow One stood unmoving, untouched, watching them like a god observing ants. “You think this is the battle?” he called. “This is the prelude.”

he said, his voice low. “Then it’s time someone did,” Lyra murmured, eyes fixed ahead. “The Hollowed Ones left blood in their wake. I’m going to follow it.” They had been tracking them for days. From the ruins of the third Gate to the Crescent Fang borders, through the scorched ridge and now toward the ancient woods the packs once sealed off—the Hollow Hollow, named not just for its appearance but for the magic buried beneath its roots. It was a place even the bravest of wolves avoided. Where the veil between spirit and flesh thinned. Where banished power whispered back into the world.

CHAPTER SIXTY NINE ALPHA AIDEN'S POV : "That's a good start, so how do we get them out and kill the Hollow?" I asked her. "There's only one way to defeat the Hollow, is to get the blood of a powerful descendant, if we could get it, I know a spell that I'll add it too that will kill the Hollow forever" she explained. "But how do we get it now?" I questioned. We have a start and we had no start at all, so complicated.

“ The next game is called the game of Echoes.” Luke announced, standing on the makeshift ring where the five used to practice fighting. “Each competitor will go through the East portal which leads to the world of the hollows. For the sake of those who do not know,” he continued. “ Hollows are phantoms that can see guilt, pain, rage, jealousy, and envy. They can also materialize into your greatest fears, your deepest desires and the things that haunt you when you sleep.

“First period. Empty classroom. Elara bit my neck. It stung for a second, then… warmth. I felt her drink. My blood—it looked gold. Shimmering. Like liquid sunlight. She pulled back fast. There was gold on her hand. The wound healed almost instantly. She said she felt stronger. Invigorated. We realized it was the Bloodmate bond. We have to stay close for 24 hours.” Celeste listened—still, silent—then leaned back. She stared at the ceiling for a long moment. Then her voice dropped—quiet, almost reverent. “During the Swarm War… Kojin got injured. One of the last battles. He was bleeding out. His blood hit the ground—and it was gold. Liquid gold. Ichor. I thought I was hallucinating from blood l

Belfry stepped into the darkness, unsure of what to expect on the other side. Though she was aware of its existence, Mrs. Belfry had never stepped foot in the underside. It is a hidden part of Lilith’s Hollow, most thought it only existed in legends. A mirror image of the town existing on the opposite plane. The first thing Mrs. Belfry noticed about the world was the lack of color. Every surface and object seemed to be a dull shade of gray. The tomb itself resembled the inside of any tomb. Three coffins were lined up inside along the wall, giving the witch a narrow path to cross over to another door opposite to the one she had entered.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

A white rose lay on the floor dripping with blood. A small, shiny blade lay beside it. A beautiful object in such a terrible and painful condition. The blood stain on it did not hide it's immaculate and beautiful nature. She puffed smoke in the air and took a sip of the liquor beside her, as she glared at the bleeding rose with sad and anguish filled eyes, it told a lot about her and her agony. She was as beautiful as the rose in front of her.

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.

I could hear the distant screams of the forgotten gods who had been trapped here, but they were drowned out by the loud sound of destruction. I could sense it, too. There was more than simply bodily vibrations. I had them in my bones. My soul contained them. The place that had appeared to be an eternal emptiness, the Hollow World, was starting to disintegrate. "Please," I said to myself as my eyes began to water. "Please, don’t let him destroy everything." I wanted to rush over to embrace him and remind him of his identity. However, the ground beneath my feet was breaking away, making each step more difficult. The world was disintegrating, and it seemed to get farther away from me every seco