Bleach Strongest Hollow Novels & Stories

she said, her voice almost reverent, “there are forces older than your pack, even older than your whole lineage.” I stared at her, unimpressed. “Fairy tales.” She leaned closer. “I am a High Priestess of the Hollow.” The name meant nothing to me. “Hollow?” I repeated, frowning. “It is not a place you walk into,” she said. “It is a current that grants power channeled from beyond the living realm.” “That’s nonsense.” “It is forbidden, yes,” she corrected gently. “But it is not nonsense.” I shook my head. “You expect me to believe you can drag someone back from death using some ancient void?”

The air tasted wrong—metallic and stale, like a room that hadn't been opened in a hundred years. "They're here," I said. I looked toward the entrance at the far end of the rink. Three figures stepped out . They weren't wearing hockey gear. They were wearing ragged black suits. Their skin was the color of a bruise, and their eyes were glowing with a sickly, pulsing purple light. The Hollow Ones. They didn't even howl. The first one leaped onto the ice, its claws extending six inches from its fingertips. It swiped at a defensive player, sending the boy flying into the boards with a sickening thud.

"Then how do we stop it?" "You don't." Alexander's eyes narrowed. "That's not an answer." Gabriel looked at me. "She does." I stepped forward. "Me?" "The Hollow was created from Moon blood." "So?" "Only Moon blood can command it." My mother stepped closer. "Gabriel, she's not ready." "I know." "Then don't ask her." Gabriel looked at me. "I won't." He turned to Alexander. "But if she doesn't, the Hollow will destroy this sanctuary."

Whatever I am, the Hollow’s teaching me to wield it, and I’m starting to feel the weight of what that means. Sylvara stands by the primal pool, her jade-green skin catching the last rays of daylight. She’s been drilling me on the First Ones’ rituals, ancient weaves to strengthen the Hollow’s wards against Veil-breaches. The runes on the grove’s pillars glow faintly, responding to her touch, and my new sight picks up their intricate patterns—golden-green, laced with silver, like a cosmic tapestry.

“Then we make this moment matter.” In the distance, the Harbinger reassembled. Its form, once pristine and emotionless, now trembled with barely contained fury. The mirror-like surface of its face had cracked beyond recognition, revealing swirling black beneath—a void that devoured light. “You think you’ve won?” it snarled. “You’ve severed one thread. The tapestry remains. The Hollow is the tapestry.” Kaela narrowed her eyes. “Then we burn it all.” The relic blade pulsed in agreement, resonating with Kaela’s rage and Ethan’s resolve. Together, they stepped toward the collapsing core—the heart of the Hollow’s influence. A place born from silence, shaped by sorrow, and fed through generations

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

Shadows from his wolf’s form seeped into its wounds, burning with an otherworldly heat. The Hollow screamed — not in pain, but in rage. It surged forward, wrapping Kane in its jagged limbs, trying to crush him. For a breathless moment, I thought it would succeed. Then Kane roared, he gave a sound that split the air like a blade and the shadows around him flared, bursting outward in a violent wave. The Hollow staggered and Kane struck. He gave one final, shattering blow with his jaws clamping around the Hollow’s core. Shadows and moonlight twisted together, and with a sound like a mountain breaking apart, the Hollow collapsed into dust.

“It’s… alive, isn’t it?” Kael glanced back, gold eyes gleaming in the dim light. Shadows curled along his skin, restless, protective. “It remembers,” he said. “Not everything, but enough to hide us… if we respect it. The Hollow’s magic fades slowly, but it leaves marks. Echoes. Residual intent. That’s why we feel it.” Aria pressed closer to him instinctively, the bond tightening between them like a taut wire. “I don’t want to feel like… a ghost,” she whispered. “Like I’m walking on someone else’s memories.”

It looked dangerous… sacred… and strangely familiar. “The Blade of Tenebris,” I murmured, recalling the words I’d once tried so hard to forget. “It cuts not flesh, but spirit. A single strike leaves enemies hollow, their will severed. It was quenched in the Void during the First Apex War. Every wielder leaves behind a fragment of their soul.”

The Hollow Sovereign wanted bloodline power. That meant ancient bloodlines weren't just useful. They were dangerous to it. The realization hit hard. Beside her, Selene clearly reached the same conclusion. The silver cracks beneath her skin burned brighter. "We can weaken it!" The Hollow Sovereign's eyes narrowed instantly. Dangerous. Ancient. Murderous. "Oh?" The corruption shifted. And suddenly— The entire battle changed. The Hollow Sovereign disappeared. Not moved. Disappeared. Every guardian froze. Kael spun sharply.