Ghostly Hollow Novels & Stories

"And it thinks we belong." "We don’t," Link said sharply. "We’re here to end it." Lilly nodded, flame dancing along her arms. "It won't have us." From the shadows ahead, a sound stirred—wet and dragging. Figures peeled from the walls: tall, sinuous Hollowborn, their forms grotesque and wrong, rib cages cracked open as though perpetually gasping for air. Though eyeless, their heads turned in unison, focusing on the Blood. "Blood," one rasped, its voice a hollow echo. "The Maw waits."

"Good. Mom and Dad miss you. We'll all be together again." For a while, I let myself enjoy it—home, family, quiet. Almost forgot Carmoria ever existed. Didn't last. "Hedley, you got a letter." Rainee held out a blank envelope. My stomach dropped. Bad feeling already crawling in. I opened it. Of course—it was Sonia's handwriting. Every curve felt familiar. And disgusting.

“Cael—” “Stay behind me.” A shape materialized ahead of them. Then another. And another. Three Hollowborn stepped from the shadows, tall and gaunt, their bodies shifting like liquid smoke. Their heads tilted in eerie synchrony, empty faces turning toward Lyra. They had no eyes, yet she felt them staring straight through her. The nearest one extended a long, crooked arm. Its fingers dripped tendrils of black mist that hissed when they touched the pavement. Lyra stumbled back. “No—no, no—”

Its enormous wings cracked. Faces broke free. One. Ten. Hundreds. Golden lights filled the sky. Emmy stared. “It works.” Dimitrius shouted, “Keep going!” People screamed their names. Not in fear. Defiance. The Hollow began tearing apart. But deep inside its chest— something remained. A black figure. One person. One shape. Emmy saw it. The center. The first emptiness. The Hollow wasn’t thousands of people. It had begun with one. One person whose identity had been taken so completely that nothing remained.

he murmurs, “if you ever get tired of the silent brooding type, there are more fun options out there.” “Is that so?” I reply, my voice light. “Absolutely.” Before I can throw a retort back at him, someone slides into the space between us with the kind of smooth, quiet force that only comes from someone used to being obeyed. Ghost doesn’t say anything at first. He just plants himself squarely in front of Hectic, shoulders loose but energy sharp. Hectic blinks. “Well, hello—” “I’d move back a bit if I were you,” Ghost says, his voice low, steady, and far too calm to be casual.

Lillia voiced out firmly, and this time, Anubis met her gaze. “You were blocked by Azazel, the gatekeeper of The Hollow because you were alive. The Hollow is the realm of the dead. It is home to all things vile and evil, and if they smell you, they will latch onto you and will not stop until you are dead.” Anubis lifted the bowl and handed it to Lillia again. “Drink…” she repeated coldly. “…if you want to save your friend.” Lillia swallowed. Slowly, her fingers stretched and grabbed the bowl from Anubis but she did not bring it to her mouth.

he said flatly, “but we found the Hollow. And it’s not empty.” Lyla pulled away, breath ragged, voice sharper than steel. “Show me.” Ten minutes later They stood at the edge of a jagged, narrow gorge. The opening looked like a wound in the ground, pulsing with a faint red light. Lyla’s boots crunched against bone and frost. Jonas pointed down. “It’s not just a cave. It’s alive.” Eli stepped beside her. “Whatever’s in there it’s calling to someone.” “Not me,” Lyla said, tightening her grip on the blade at her hip. “And that’s a problem.”

Like a constant tic Reminding her of every passing second She could see every so often A lost wispy ghost wandering the streets Sometimes crowding in an alleyway Plotting nothing of importance Since they couldn’t focus much on agendas The closing dividers darkening their memory Like shutting doorways giving no way to haunting thoughts Of friends and foes, families and future Nothing mattered except for the longing to be someplace far Where no-one craved for the Hollow Night And the end was truly within their grasp Slowly as days passed And Pepper Rei finally heard from the gossiping souls About the man who could see The presence of these otherworldly beings So seeing the first reassuring may

I could hear whispers—low, guttural voices speaking in a language I didn’t understand, their words laced with malice. The tombstone shifted, the stone creaking as it began to rise, revealing a dark, yawning pit beneath it. My heart raced, my breath coming in short, panicked gasps. This was it. The moment we had feared. The witch’s resting place had been disturbed. Suddenly, a bone-chilling wail pierced the air, and a ghostly figure began to rise from the tomb, her form shimmering and translucent. She was cloaked in shadow, her face obscured, but her presence was undeniable. Power radiated off her in waves, and the air crackled with dark magic.

The moment his moans of pleasure echoed into the hallway, I quickened my steps, fleeing as if the walls themselves were poisoned. Just as I stepped out of the building, my phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number. [Mrs. Lester, did you enjoy tonight’s performance? If not, I’d be happy to throw in a few more acts—free of charge!] Expressionless, I typed out a reply: [Noah warned you just now. Aren’t you afraid he’ll find out you contacted me?] [Mr. Lester is lying exhausted on top of me right now. He’s got no energy to think about anything else.