Dark Hollow By John Connolly นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I threw on my leather jacket and a pair of boots. "Who's first?" Natalia stepped forward. "Alright." I took her hand. She nodded and we disappeared. The cold nothingness surrounded me. We popped back into existence. Hell was hot and humid. I could feel the damp air pressing against my skin. We stood before a black spire of dark obsidian. Veins of glowing gold fire laced the surface of the polished black stone. Natalia dropped my hand and led the way. The sharp spike drew tall into the dusky sky. As we drew deeper into the city, the spires grew taller.

Sometimes Morana was afraid of what she could do, or what she couldn't stop. Even though Morana's life was full of hatred and regret, the face of death was still terrifying. Time passed, and slowly the noise around Morana became only the faint background sound behind her fading consciousness. Morana felt her body getting lighter like cotton, like dry leaves blown by the wind in the dry season. As Morana completely surrendered to the darkness enveloping her body, she felt that emptiness once more. It was as if he no longer stepped on the earth. # # #

I don't let her finish, I look at her coldly and she shuts up immediately. “If you can't do it, I'll ask Claus...” he begins to laugh and whispers under his breath. "If I do, I'll draw too much attention, Dark…" I glare at him, he shrugs and Max responds exasperatedly. “Okay, I'll do it... I have a deadline?...” he asks looking carefully at the photos in his hands, his eyes fixed on the man who appears in them, in a constant reminder of his past, I deny and answer him

In fact, he had decided last night that the councilman had served all his purpose. "You would have nothing without my name boy" Grey said. His face was red with anger. Quite a feet for the disgustingly pale vampire. Just then Desmond moved and pinned Grey to the wall. His claws extended digging into the flesh of his neck. "That is where you are mistaken. I only needed you to turn this forsaken human I was reborn into. I need none of your power I have my own!" Desmond Seether. His eyes began to swirl a deep red. "Wha...What....Are.... You" Grey croaked out.

Her Dark Past Chapter 27 DAMON. I alighted from my car, the map was leading me to nowhere except the forest. This isn't right. The tracker is not working. How can someone build a house in this deserted area? It's so absurd but I will keep trying and moving forward. I can't afford to lose hope at this junction. After some hours, I began to pant softly. I think I'm getting tired already. I mumbled as I took out a bottle of water from my bag and gulped it down.

“Piano. Something slow. I think you played it once.” “I did. Before Eidolon, I taught for a while.” “That makes sense,” he said softly. “There’s something about your hands. Like they know both creation… and destruction.” That brought a tight laugh to my throat. “You don’t forget some things.” He didn’t answer, but when our fingers brushed as I handed him the canteen, he didn’t pull away. Small miracles. The Hollow was a concrete scar in the mountains. Once, it had relayed global signals through an array of underground servers. Now, it was dead—except for the chamber Paladin had marked in red ink. There, behind layers of steel and rock, lay a terminal unlike any I’d seen before.

Each name thrummed in her bones, a litany of stories and sacrifices, some sharp with loss, others humming with hope. The sky above her—if it could be called a sky—shifted from indigo to silver to black, swirling with constellations she didn’t recognize. Time unraveled overhead, stars bleeding into one another, as if the Hollow painted its own universe for her arrival. And the Hollow? The Hollow was watching. She felt its gaze, vast and unblinking, studying her with the patience of centuries. Its presence was everywhere—in the tremor of the earth, the hush in the air, the way the world seemed to lean closer to hear her next word.

*12 years ago* Ryan’s POV: It was late and I was getting nowhere on this hit-and-run case. I stared up at my bulletin board my mind numb from the hours I had spent trying to get this guy. The guy was a total creep but he had enough connections it would be hard to get a conviction. I didn’t like leaving this family high and dry though I’d find some dirt soon enough.

He said. So I walked over to my desk on the other side of the room and I turned the computer on. I logging in and I started hacking into the dark web immediately and immediately I started looking at all different chatter that was happening. But none of it was vampires. It was all about the town that was taken out, but it was mostly werewolves talking about it. Communicating with other packs to try and find out more information. I’m searching on the web for hours without even realizing it when someone knocks on the door.

I turned the knob and swung it open as fast as I could. I pointed my gun and put my finger on the trigger. I didn’t see anything. “Tyler…” I looked down and saw Dalton’s friend Connelly. I had met him the night I had been knocked out in the woods. He was laying on my front porch beaten and covered in blood, “What the fuck?” I leaned down and looked over his face beat up face, “Connelly?” He sputtered up some blood and spit before answering me, “That’s the name, Doll” he winced, “do me a favor and help me get in the house.” I pulled his arm up and helped him get to his feet and slung his arm over my shoulder, “What the hell happened?” I brought him over to my couch and sat him down and he gr