Bleach Strongest Hollow Novels & Stories

"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 "

Over the past six months, everyone there had made significant progress and was deeply grateful to Andrius. Andrius’ current divine sense, though, was terrifying. With just a sweep across the field, he accessed everyone’s strength. The strongest were still Yvie, Halle, Clarissa, and Noir—all at the early Hollow stage, while the Lycan Manor experts, Black Hawk, and the Ephialtes Sect members were at the late Nascent Soul stage at best. In addition, there were a lot of early and mid-Nascent Soul stage experts. If they formed an array, they could even contend with the Hollow stage experts.

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.

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

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.

She could not fail. The Hollowborn surged again, more ferocious, with their leader, a massive figure wreathed in black flames emerged like a grotesque mockery of a wolf, eyes glowing silver, teeth elongated and jagged. Raven felt the Hollow Blade within her stir violently, its whispers turning sharp, insistent, demanding. She could taste the power, feel it gnawing at her very soul, as it promised total dominance, and annihilation.

There were two stones resting on the pedestal: One black, smooth and cold, pulsing like a heartbeat. One silver white, jagged and bright, humming with power. Dahlia stepped forward. “What are they?” “The Seal,” I said, motioning to the black. “And the Catalyst.” I looked to the silver. “One binds the Hollow magic inside me forever. The other unlocks everything. All of it.” “And you don’t know what will happen if you choose the Catalyst?” I shook my head. “No one ever has.”

My heartbeat had not yet steadied and I could still feel my arms vibrate by my side. Today's episode of healing mister Holloway was the scariest I had ever encountered in all my life. Face to face with what could have turned to homicide. I wiped my sweat from my forehead with the back of my palm and headed back to the kitchen. Water, I needed water.

"They look like men, Elara, but they feel like shadows. There is no scent. No fear. No anger. Just... nothing." "It is a state of Tabula Rasa," I said, my voice trembling as I adjusted the focus on the lenses. "The government didn't just want to stop us. They were testing a weapon for mass pacification. By flooding the area with that specific 60 hertz frequency, they managed to trigger a global synaptic pruning event in anyone without the Silver Crest protection. They have effectively deleted the 'Software' of the human soul." As the first group of Hollows reached the shattered iron gates, they didn't stop. They didn't ask for entry. They simply stood there, their heads tilting in perfect sy

“Sister mine.” She points at Moira. The bone knife explodes. Splinters drive into Moira’s chest. She staggers, shock breaking through the burned mask. “You— you’re not—” “Hollow,” Wrath says from the doorway. He’s covered in black blood. Not his. One of the Others hangs limp in his grip. Its neck is bent wrong. “The Hollow are not dead, Alpha. They evolved.” He drops the body. It hits the floor and dissolves into gold light. The light flows toward Clay. Toward Love. Toward Cael.