Hallowed Fantasy Novels & Stories

Two dominant males And I, caught right in the middle. Suddenly the bracelet on my wrist pulsed. I stumbled as the air shimmered around me. Elira’s voice echoed in my head “They’re coming.” “Who?” “The Hollowed.” I gasped. “The Hollowed?” I echoed. What is that? Aether raised an eyebrow. “Do you know them?” Castillo went pale. “They’re ancient, cursed. Creatures created from failed vessels—spirits rejected by the Moon.” “How did you know that’s what they are?” Laziel asked.

A voice poured through me, raw and ancient, ripping the air apart as it spoke: “She is not yours. She will not kneel. The gods have lied.” The banners tore. The altar cracked. Oil caught fire. In her womb, something shifted. Something that should never have been blessed. Gasps rose around me. Glyphs spiralled into the air like black-flamed roots. They didn’t burn — they bled. I couldn’t stop the collapse. My knees buckled, my vision went white, and the words came unbidden from my mouth: > “The Hollow-Blood stirs beneath your feet.

I was faster than her. Hilda Farell's smile twisted into a deadly and malevolent grin, her eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intensity. "You have no inkling of the torment that awaits you," she hissed, her voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "I will haunt you until your dying breath, and even beyond that, I will ensure your soul is forever trapped in a realm of suffering."

Kisha didn’t know where she was going, she only knew she couldn’t stay at home. The argument with Corey had ended hours ago, but his words were still circling inside her head. To conquer the world together is a great deal. She wanted to prove him wrong by letting him witness what she had just seen. She had even pretended to believe him. But now, walking alone through the busy streets of Stark City, she realized how deeply those words had reached. The evening crowd moved around her. Cars honked, people laughed, street vendors called out to passing customers and music drifted from an open shop. But Kisha heard none of it clearly. She simply walked, one street became another, then another. She

Talon looks over to me, waiting for an answer. "He was one of the first descendents of Samual redwood, and his mistress." I whisper. "Samual Redwood did not have a mistress!" Luke yelled in surprise. "The moon blessed Samual with the gift of the wolf because he loved her." Freya growls loudly, the growl echoing through out the room. Freya fights to the surface, making me drop to the floor fighting to keep her back. Talon stands up and backs away, knowing whats going to happen. Before I can take another breath, Freya breaks to the surface. I feel my bones crack and snap as Freya takes control, knocking over the table with her enourmouse size.

I squeaked out in a low happy voice. “Really.” Alex answered from the other side of the door. “And I am afraid if we do it once, I might never want to stop. You would haunt my mind every time. Every meeting I go to, I would imagine you. Every time I take a bath I would miss you. Every time I am alone on the bed, I would need you. I am not doing it for my own sake, for my own sanity. You don’t know the effect you have on me Hacker Girl, it’s-” he breathed out. “It’s extraordinary.”

A shiver run down my spine as a thought suddenly crossed my mind. Hunters were this powerful. How about full blooded alphas?

“Let’s see, just how cold and empty does your hallow prison could be? Beatrix.” HALLOW, COLD AND EMPTY. Three words that describe the entire turn and worse of a deserted place anyone could see and even stand in presence right now. The place inside of his dark life. The prison that became after Winona bound her into that core. Where its standing is ruined and tainted with blood, jealousy, and envy from that one night of murder and merciless destruction. PRIDE, GREED, LUST, WRATH, GLUTTON, SLOTH, AND ENVY, AND THE VERY CORE OF THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS.

Jhogo shouted at the crowd from horseback, snapping his whip, "make way, make way for the Mother of Dragons. Reclining on cool satin cushions, Xaro Xhoan Daxos poured ruby-red wine into matched goblets of jade and gold, his hands sure and steady despite the sway of the palanquin. "I see a deep sadness written upon your face, my light of love." He offered her a goblet. "Could it be the sadness of a lost dream

Damien told me that we had to wait until Samhain6, or Halloween, to teleport us to Hell, because that’s supposedly when the veil between the living world and the dead is its thinnest, and it would be the easiest day for me to attempt teleporting between realms since it’s my first time.