Cute Hornet Hollow Knight Novels & Stories

Fuck, I’d give just about anything to be one of them. A horn blows, low and resonant. I cock my head. I haven’t heard that before. Moonlight Hollow is attacking, Kieran says urgently. Here.

“They’re coming!” I snatched the branch, planted myself in front of him. My knees shook, my arms burned, but my stance held. If they wanted him, they’d have to split me open first. The first shape broke from the dark. Not twisted like before, not glass-furred. This one was wolf, but wrong. Its legs bent too far back, joints reversed. Its muzzle was stretched, teeth gleaming too long. It prowled low, saliva dripping onto the mud. Another slid out beside it, then the tall one followed; its body almost human, spine crooked, face half-snarling, half-smiling. The Hollow’s creatures. Born of the same fire that tried to claim Kieran.

"Because I'm not handing it over." His eyes darkened further. They had become bottomless pits of rage. "You arrogant little girl," he sneered. "You think your power makes you immune to me? I've ended queens greater than you." I bared my teeth. "I'm not a queen," I said. "I'm a mother. A mate. A weapon." Zion stepped beside me now, flames licking the tips of his fingers. "You'll have to tear it from our corpses." The Hollow King didn't even blink. He raised one hand, and Zion's body jerked unnaturally.

“ Screw you. “ I spat. Using all six horns like a cage to trap me, Beezebub caught me for half a second. The horns locked around my ribs, it pierced into my skin. I grinned, blood dripped from my lips, but my eyes lit like forges. I grabbed two of Beezebulb’s horns, the thickest, the ones that had pierced archangels, and pulled with all my strength, the sound was like mountains splitting. Beezebulb’s scream shook the desert. I ripped one horn clean off, the venom sizzling against my palm and doing nothing. I spun the horn right in my grip and drove it up through Beezebulb’s lower jaw, pinning his mouth shut. Claws flashed. Like Lui kang of mortal kombat did his flying kick mid air, I flew ca

she said, turning around a corner till she reached some huge doors and pushed them open, revealing a small clearing with dummies rooted to the soil, decorated with multiple slash marks like a very good swordsman had done it. “Welcome to my place.” she said, smiling at me before throwing me a wooden sword. “Let's spar.” I was still confused as to why she dragged me here when her happy and cheerful demeanor changed and she charged but I could feel her Bloodlust. Shit. “She's gonna kick your ass if you don't move!” Aira shouted in my head. Look who finally decided to show up.

“Yes. They’re so young. Especially the shorter one. Our mother queen will love him. His blood must taste good.” “Then let’s present him to our mother queen. The other will be shared by us.” “Good. Let’s call our sisters so they can help ” Lei, who was focusing his hearing on the chattering small creatures, had his face twisted forthwith upon listening to this conversation. He promptly relayed everything to Alex, who in turn, furrowed his brows. “Black hornets are known for conjuring illusion and misleading directions. We should get away or we would end up in nest. Can you talk to them?”

He mutters something ancient under his breath and in an instant, the Hollowborns drop whatever they’re holding, shrieking with excitement as they rush outside. The scent of fear and pain lures them to the glowing feather. They exchange glances, expecting to find prey or wolves consumed by terror. Instead, they find only the feather, glowing with a false promise. Hidden behind a tree, Kai narrows his eyes, focusing. He whispers again. Suddenly, the Hollowborns turn on each other, and they begin to snarl, tearing and devouring each other. “Let’s go!” Kai barks, and they sprint back to the pack house.

Its face looked almost normal until it smiled too wide. “You carry the throne of ruin,” it said softly. “I said I’m not your queen.” “But you will be.” The cracks beneath its skin brightened. Kael moved before I could react, throwing a blade directly into the Hollow’s chest. The creature staggered backward with a distorted screech. Then chaos exploded. The Hollows attacked all at once. Kael shoved me aside just as one lunged toward us. Its claws sliced through the air inches from my face. “Run!” he shouted.

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.

Five people to sneak into the heart of the enemy. They gathered in a smaller cave that served as an armory. It wasn't filled with swords and shields, but with tools of subtle war. Ronan traded his crystal-tipped spear for a wicked-looking knife made of black, volcanic glass, its edge so sharp it seemed to cut the light. He checked the tension of a powerful, compact crossbow, its bolts tipped with a paralytic toxin derived from a desert scorpion.