Book Hollowed Out Novels & Stories

(Aria's POV ) The forest still smelled like smoke and blood. By the time we reached the Hollow, dawn had folded into late afternoon. The trees grew denser here, taller, older, their roots knotted deep into the earth. The air hummed with something quiet but alive, like the forest itself was watching us. The Hollow wasn’t just a place. It was a sanctuary. The wolves had carved it out years ago, hidden beneath layers of spellwork and earth, woven into a valley wrapped in mist. No outsider had ever set foot here and lived to talk about it. The wards thrummed as we approached, soft pulses brushing against my skin like curious fingers.

Emotionally The endless darkness collapses inward around the lonely figure And for the first time The hunger disappears BOOM The heartbeat echoes softly through existence. Steady. Warm. The galaxies blaze brilliantly again And suddenly Light reaches the Hollow Not consuming it. Embracing it ************************************************* The darkness surrounding the Hollow slowly peels away. Layer after layer. Revealing the figure hidden inside. My breath catches instantly. Because beneath all the void It looks human Not exactly. Never exactly. But close enough to hurt The Hollow stares at its own hands in shock. “I…” Its voice trembles violently. “…can still become something else?” Before

They piled out into the hallway, and I shut and locked the door behind them. I finished pulling on my suit, and headed out to the backyard. Talia had an array of delicious looking snack foods, the backyard. "Talia, how did you have time to throw all of this together?" I asked her, amazed by the decor and food. "I'm used to being on a time crunch." She said nonchalantly. "Well everything looks great." I told her, heading for the pool. I wanted to blow off some steam, and make sense of everything that has happened over the past week or two. Without further hesitation, I jumped into the pool. The cold water was refreshing. I stayed at the bottom for a short while, enjoying the silence. I shut m

Suddenly, I wasn't, but it was too late now, and I could only watch with horror as Ethan stepped back, doing his best to manoeuvre in the confined space, as he reached out with both hands. I felt the pressure pop in my ears, a weird sensation that flipped my stomach on a spin-cycle and made me have to steady myself against the entrance of the tomb. Dust filtered down from above and was soon sucked into the void as Ethan pulled on the air in front of the painting. The wall began to peel away, piece by piece, bending impossibly backwards on either side and revealing a black hole that just moments before had been solid stone. The gap looked smaller than all the others, barely the width of one p

Instantly, the familiar room dissolved into nothingness, replaced by an atmosphere thick and brittle, reminiscent of glass poised on the brink of splintering. The Hollow welcomed her with a profound, eerie silence. No breaths of wind caressed her skin; there was no laughing sky above or firm ground beneath her feet—only the resonating beat of her heart that echoed in the stillness and an endless expanse of ash, punctuated by grotesque shapes that masqueraded as trees—distorted bones entwined in slithering vines, some still exhaling shallow breaths of life. She felt herself drift rather than walk; the Hollow conspired to guide her, weaving her path deeper into the gloom, drawing her toward a