Ghostly Hollow Novels & Stories

Not only am I the first ever vampire to exist, but also the first vampire that had the power of three powerful supernatural forces combined - a vampire, a witch, and a werewolf. It was the early 1700s when a witch, my mother, and a werewolf, my father, fell in love with each other. It was beautiful, and the perfect love - one that is one with nature and a beast that resides and takes care of nature and the other animals living in it. They were living peacefully with mortals and the children they were to bear. But at that time, a virus broke among mortals. Nurses and doctors reported that dead bodies in the morgue went missing. Nikleux, my mom and the most powerful witch ever, casted a conosc

Her eyes went wide with shock: tiny skeletal remains slipped out. She froze, watching in horror as the bones instantly shattered, turning to a fine dust that vanished before her eyes. Ghouls rushed forward, sickles raised to cleave her. Suddenly, Horan surged between them. He cursed with every ounce of his being, delivering a bone-jarring kick to the face of each attacker. "I don't give a damn about bad deeds in times like these!" he spat. "Jennet, get up!" Horan nudged her leg, his voice sharp with urgency.

Before he could react, his phone rang urgently. "Hello?" A cold voice answered, "Mr. Hart, we received a report. We found a woman's corpse at one of your rental properties."

I was gone, and it wasn't as though they could speak ill of me now, not while my body was being buried in the ground. Even my mother-in-law came. She was already a frail, tiny woman, but seeing her there made her appear decades older. Grayson knelt before my gravestone, convinced he was performing some act of atonement. But to me, his presence was nothing more than repulsive. After the funeral, he returned to the small apartment. Alice, starved for three days, lay there, barely clinging to life. The moment she saw Grayson, fear overtook her—a fear she couldn't hide.

“The Hollow is near.” They crested a ridge, and beyond it, nestled in a glade shrouded in mist and snow, lay ancient ruins. Black stone pillars jutted from the earth like broken teeth. Vines coiled around archways inscribed with runes Lyra couldn’t read, but somehow felt. This was it. The Hollow. A place older than blood, older than Alpha lines, older even than the curse. Kaelen motioned her forward, but paused before crossing the threshold.

They felt velvety and dewy as they pressed against my warm palm. We both froze for a moment. I quickly retracted my hand, while Cecily's eyes flitted about evasively. The tips of her ears turned pink. I was still flustered when Professor Kelley's voice rang out. "Hurry up and come inside."

JANNET’S POV “What was that?” I asked, my voice breathier and Sky stiffened at his spot. “Its the spirits of the Hollow Hills. The dead.” he said and my blood ran cold in fear. As said, I black smoke shaped into small bodies flow towards us. There were five of them and they made a crying sound, as if in huge pain. Sky gritted his teeth as they floated in front of the temple doors. “Fuck!” he cursed and I tried to think of some way to get out of this.

ZO’s POV The service tunnels of the Hollows were never meant for people. They were the city’s intestinal tract—narrow, damp, and smelling of iron, stagnant water, and the sharp, acidic smell of rat urine. “If I contract a prehistoric plague down here, Zo, I am officially haunting you,” Sasha hissed, her voice echoing off the curved, slime-coated walls. She was holding a high-powered medical penlight in one hand and a scalpel in the other, moving with the twitchy, caffeinated grace of a woman who had forgotten what sleep felt like. “My ghost will be very annoying. I’ll knock over your coffee every single morning. I’ll misplace your favorite bra. I’ll be a menace.”

“It’s close.” She nodded. “Can you feel it too?” “Like a drumbeat with no rhythm.” They walked forward together, past bones half-buried in snow, until the land fell away and there, across a frozen ridge, the Hollowborn stood. Wolves of shadowed bone and withered flesh, eyeless and tethered to something unseen. Dozens of them. Each one breathing without breath. Standing without will. Magic pulsed from them like rot under the skin. But one among them was different.

she bellowed as she chased Crystal out of the room. As Crystal was still running to the kitchen so she could do the dishes, she barged into the rude and strange Billionaire’s son Red. He always had a mask on so no one could see his face. “Good m….” Crystal tried greeting but then he interrupted with his deep voice. “Get your filthy face off my eyes now!!” he ordered rudely as Crystal trembled in fear.