Novel & Cerita Dark Hollow By John Connolly

Connor’s eyes are filled with mixing loneliness and happiness at the same time when sharing it with his collateral husband. “Dylan wants to stay here before for no reason. I think this place is the least space he could go to breath fresh air.” “I cannot blame him if he didn’t like when I am around. I know the feeling that you are like suffocating trying to please someone who actually didn’t care to you at all,” Connor surprisingly added his talk while looking at the moon. Paul is quiet all the time because he feels what he is feeling right now. He knew how to be alone, and no one was there to comfort you. When days are dark, friends are few.

He took a deep breath and headed in– where though was anyone’s guess. Perhaps fifteen steps down the path, the walls peeled away into a large cavern. Apparently this was a subterranean grotto that had been carved out of the limestone bedrock in some iteration of the nearby river. Now it seemed to be an illicit gathering place, as a crowd of around forty people circled around a raised stone dais gracing the center of the vaulted cavern. Torches burned brightly, their glare dancing across the walls. Drums sounded, a rhythmic beat that matched the torches’ gambol. And all those bodies were naked.

CONNOR I get off my truck in a hurry, I really miss my family, my wandering pack of lost wolves. Everything is the same, the Vaugh ranch never losses its charm. Built with noble wood, varnished, wide windows and the old bench on the porch. Rustic, simple and cozy, like the four of us. All is the same way of when I left, my house, my refugee, where my brothers and I grew up and became men. I put down my backpack and I climbed up the porch stairs yelling and no one came to answer the door, where are they? Adam and Hunter don’t live here anymore, but they said they would be at the ranch tonight so we would see each other here, to have a few beers celebrating my return to Portland, then why is t

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

"Connor, the darkness you've unleashed upon us will not go unanswered. I know what you did, and rest assured, justice is coming for you." As the video concludes, a sense of satisfaction washes over me. I know that Connor will be engulfed in a flurry of fear and rage. I have finally surfaced from the depths of the shadows, emerging as a force to be reckoned with. Author POV Meanwhile..... Across the realm, Connor receives the video, and his face contorts with a toxic blend of anger, fear, and murderous intent. His heart starts pounding in his chest as he grapples with the revelation that the child he had once believed to be dead still lived, and is ready to confront him.

6 All I could hear was my deep breaths, I had darkness all around me and I couldn’t fathom how I could help myself get through it, the black and white shades were surrounding me and I was finding a way out. Suddenly a manly voice echoed, “hey hot piece,” it travelled across my mind like a bullet, “whassup huh? how’s you doing,” his voice was making me obnoxious, wanting me to get it out through some way but I was unable to throw it out, instead, It grew further.

Or maybe it was the doing of the hidden being in the shadows. In his groggy state, Nathaniel saw the flash of the pointed canines and the watery gleeful sparkle of evil eyes. He could feel its hunger, projected from the black mind. He could almost see its jaws dripping, yearning to lap up the gore like a starving feline. 'You...won't let me die...' Nathaniel thought, his eyes closing but he found no peace. 'You...are taunting...' A soft laugh met him as darkness fell, plunging him into dreams that Dali couldn't have painted better.

Black as the darkest night hair against a crisp linen pillow, brown skin against a blindingly white sheet, and tiger’s eyes burning with deliberate cruelty and triumph into hers. In horrified rejection of the imagery that had sprung into her mind, Lara Anderson shuddered violently, dimly aware that she was still in the grip of severe shock. Abruptly, she was dredged from her turmoil by the insistent shrill of the telephone in the hall. Reluctantly she answered the summons, carefully shutting the lounge door behind her so that her father was not disturbed.

“So? You didn’t do that! Why would you hide this?” It made no sense to me. “Get in.” With that, he got inside the car and slammed the door behind him, leaving my questions unanswered. “Isn’t the sunset pretty?” Dominic questioned out loud, his eyes looking upwards as he started in complete aw. “I’m more focused on the twenty innocent bodies that were slaughter for god’s know what reason that psychopath has and the fact that their fucking families will never know where the hell they are and will forever remain hopeful that one day they will magically appear on their doorstep when in reality they are long dead. But yeah, the sunset’s pretty.”

“It’s like the forest is scared.” Kael tightened his grip on his sword. “Forests don’t get scared.” Lena didn’t correct him this time. Because they all knew better now. They walked slowly, every step deliberate. The deeper they went, the darker it became, though the sky above remained pale and open. The light simply refused to reach the ground. Like it was being swallowed. Then they saw it. The Hollow. It wasn’t a pit. Not exactly. It was a circle where nothing existed.