Dark Hollow By John Connolly Novels & Stories

Cassandra There was something horribly wrong with Connor. It wasn’t just because I couldn’t sense his wolf. He was distant, colder. Like hell I was going to let this go. I will find out. Connor steered through the bustling streets of Las Vegas, stopping near the hotel in a dark alleyway. The stench of urine and garbage wafted in through the vents. I willed myself not to be sick. Connor stayed stoically silent. I listened to the faint hum of the city outside. It had to be way past midnight, but the city still buzzed with life and flashing lights. We waited in awkward silence there for Ray to bring him a set of clothes from the suite.

LYRA The Hollow does not celebrate. That’s the first thing I understand as the council’s voices fracture behind us and the city exhales like something wounded but not yet dead. There is no triumph in the ground beneath my feet. No warmth. No reassurance. Only gravity. The Hollow pulls—not forward, not down, but inward. Toward a center that has nothing to do with geography and everything to do with cost. Cain feels it too. I know by the way his steps slow. By the way his shoulders square, not in dominance, but in readiness.

"You’ve seen the worst of the world. You're tired, I know. but listen—if I could find a soul like Connor’s, there is a true mate out there for you too." "Just hold the line..." "Hold the line just a little longer!" Jordyn didn't promise. She gave a hollow, bitter laugh before the connection went dead. I stared at the device, my body trembling. The cruelty of the industry and the darkness in a mate's heart filled me with a primal panic. Connor stepped out of his den after the council meeting ended. Seeing my ghost-white face, he surged forward, catching my shaking frame. My hands were like ice. Without a word, he lifted me and carried me to the furs. "What happened?"

****** Connor I sighed and poured a glass of water as I watched the sky gradually darken, giving the sun time to hide behind the earth and to make our moon goddess shine in all her beauty. I had spent the day fixing the lawn of our house to make it prettier, more habitable, and brighter, looking out for that brightness that we could no longer have outside. I had built that house many years before, sweating and making sacrifices, hoping that it would become the home of our family, where we could raise our children in a complete and loving family, but in reality, it had never been. I thought it would always be bright and full of life, but I didn’t have that feeling every time I came home. Ever

Unknowingly, my nerve cells started to respond to the circumstances. The two of them didn't seem to notice that there was someone else besides them as they were lost in their world. They appeared to be close friends and both of them were radiating in the room. One was blessed with light brown pastel coloured eyes which seemed as sweet as sugar and the other one was blessed with black coloured eyes which seemed as deep as the sea.

I could still feel it and it wasn't pleasant at all. It felt like a warning. Like the worst had yet to come. Like a kind of darkness that consumes your emotions. That night was darker than ever. I didn't feel like talking to anyone and went straight to bed. Too much had happened today. Just too much. ============================ Your thoughts on the Dark Prince? 🤔🤔🤔

I figured I would just sleep on the chair until I knew the rules of this twisted game. I went to the kitchen for a glass of water, my hair pinned up in a messy bun. SLAM. The front door hit the wall with a violence that made me drop my glass. He was back. And even from the kitchen, I could feel the darkness radiating off him. Kiran walked in. He looked different—unstable. His eyes were bloodshot, glowing with a dark intensity that made my skin crawl. He walked straight toward me and, without a word, reached out and pulled the clip from my hair, letting it fall over my shoulders.

"I have a personal debt to settle. I will return before the moon reaches its zenith." I watched the butler’s eyes track my movement—he was looking for a weapon, but my best weapon tonight was my resolve. I stepped out into the biting night air and hailed a syndicate-neutral car. Fifteen minutes later, I was walking into 'The Hollow Point,' a dimly lit establishment on the edge of the neutral zone. Ronan Blackwell was already there, tucked into a velvet booth, his eyes glued to his burner phone, a smug grin plastered on his face. My wolf snarled under my skin, but I kept my pace steady as I slid into the seat opposite him.

Finally, just what I needed, an angel. "You survived." "Barely." She handed me the coffee. "I figured you'd need this." I accepted it with a grateful smile. You are officially my favourite person." "I know."She glanced around before lowering her voice. "...They're getting worse." "You didn't think I noticed?" "No, I mean worse." She unlocked her phone and showed me the student forum. There were new posts. BLACKTHORN CONFESSIONS Adrian Laurent and Elena Carter spotted together again. Another.

The sound built until the hollow shook with it—a den speaking itself back into truth. The route convulsed. The towering figure in the hollow staggered as if the names themselves had become blades. Brine burst from the earth in black sheets. The hidden lines under the house, the nursery, the old archive, the sanctuary remains, all lit at once in jagged red veins and then began to fail. Ty’s witness locked onto me with merciless steadiness as I reached down into the pulsing structure under the hollow and tore. Not flesh. Not stone. Connection. The old path screamed as it came apart.