Book Hollowed Out Novels & Stories

I had no intentions of finding out. “Are you telling me I’m not safe in my own home?” I finally found my voice. He shut his eyes for an extended blink. “Yes and no. You are safe as long as one of us is here. If we are not here… Well, that’s why you have this.” Cian answered, grabbing the vial. “While I have it on my mind, take this. These are replacements for the vial.” He added, handing me a slightly heavy wooden box. I took it from him, inspecting it. It was a beautiful dark wooden box, stained in a berry color. It had roses and vines carved into it. “Thank you.” Was all that I could think to say, as I got out of the car and headed to the house. As I was walking up the path to my parent’s

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