Dark Hollow By John Connolly Novels & Stories

"If freedom means losing the person I fought to become, it isn’t freedom. It’s just another cage, prettier words, same bars." The darkness shifted again. This time, I felt real curiosity, not just patience. "That is not the answer most who reach this understanding eventually give me," it said. "I'm not most people," I said. "I've spent this entire year learning that lesson, considerably harder than I'd like to admit." "No," the Hollow agreed. "I don't believe you are." The darkness started to pull back, slow and steady, just like it came. But before it let me go, I felt one last thought brush against me, soft, almost gentle.

Draven goes very, very still. Because the Hollow just chose. Not him. Me.

The scratch of claws stops, replaced by the slow, deliberate sound of a latch turning, the wood of the door groaning as it’s pressed inward. No one moves. The only light is the faint blue glow of frost, crawling now up the legs of the tables, licking at the boots of the living. Shadows pool, shift, rise—faces in the dark, mouths yawning wide, eyes inside out. Rowan’s hand finds Thalia’s, and in the darkness, the only warmth is the grip of living flesh. The Hollowing is here, and as the door creaks open on a world gone black, every soul in Silverpine understands that whatever comes next will cost them everything they have left.

Vanilla's yells were ignored, all she could do was watch as a man was dragged out of his cell, his cloth dirty and brown just like his hair, he had a striking face but it was covered in dirt. Connor said nothing, his head was hung low and he didn't struggle either as Ethan pushed him to his knees before Darkness. The distance between him and Darkness was strikingly different. Conor was covered in dirt and on his knees, while Darkness stood dominant with his head held high. Darkness's lips tilted up a little bit. “You shouldn't plead for others, it gets you in trouble.” He told Vanilla. “But I will make an exception, the one you begged for should be the one to pay.”

Not like ours or even human. “By the Hollow’s twin,” he said. “By the place that never died.” Chill ran down my spine. Finnick took an instinctive step closer to me. “I thought we ended the Hollow,” Rowan said sharply. “You ended a Hollow,” the man replied. “But darkness never dies. It simply... waits.” Kye exhaled slowly. “I knew peace wouldn’t last.” “It never does,” Mira muttered. The third figure finally spoke a soft voice, almost a whisper. “You left something behind. Something calling.”

In the darkness, a body lay in a pool of dried, blackened blood, its eyes not fully closed. Conner stopped dead. "Sophie…?"

He is wrong, and the other Vozinelik swiftly wipe his tears—that makes his body weak. Connor also has a good heart… but Dylan cannot see it as he is a shadow by his feelings for Luke Carter Vozinelik. The engine starts driving him way home. "What is with this envelope?" Dylan curiously asked the handsome driver. "Why don't you open it and see for yourself?" Connor retorted arrogantly. The pretty boy set it aside, and he cannot do it without his sugar daddy's permission.The silence is hunting them both inside. The only thing Dylan can hear is his heart beating so fast when taking glimpses into Connor's handsome face.

Here I was, nearing the end of my time in college, with no real certainty as to what the hell my next step was. I knew I wanted to get in government in some fashion, State Department, something like that. I knew it would happen or work out eventually, but right now I was feeling pretty low. And maybe that was the perfect time for a predator to seek me out. What if this guy was like Wyatt? I mean Haven said he was young and handsome, but everybody thought Wyatt was hot. I wouldn't even know it because we're going to be in the fucking dark. The idea of meeting a handsome stranger in the dark was kind of alluring to me I had to admit, but why not just ask me on a date?

Kevin’s words might have once brought me comfort, but now they felt hollow. Because no matter how much I wanted to deny it, I knew the truth. Remy Fisher wasn’t just under my skin. He was in my blood, so cold.

The room was dark and mysterious, Connor put on his flashlight, taking note of how spooky the room was with bones littered all over the floor. It's not as if he couldn't see well in the dark room, he just wanted to create some sort of attraction to himself so that the one who has invited him in would be notified that he was already there but seeing how quiet the place was, Connor began to doubt if someone was actually in the room. He sighted a strange door and decided to go through it. His sharp sense of scent could tell that there was a living being just behind the door and he wanted to find out whom.