Hallowed Fantasy Novels & Stories

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."

Seeking Deeper Fantasy is set in Stark city, where Corey Lawson, a 31 years old faces challenges as he discovers that the woman he is in love with, Kisha Prime, is the reason his whole childhood became a nightmare. Driven by resilience, he takes Legacy Woodwork to a greater height. Kisha Prime, a 25 years old, raised by her stepfather Morgan Lawson, the man who abandons his family to be with his one true love, Marla. Sharing deep memories together of life, but unfortunately are not allowed to be together because of the hatred between both families. Robert Prime, deeply in love with Marla orchestrated a wedge between Morgan and Marla by getting married to her against her will. Mor

Symbols that predate even the First Wizard. One stands motionless on the lotus throne, robes of shifting galaxies frozen for the first time in recorded history. They inhale once. The smoke tastes of Spring blood, geothermal steam, 1920s gun-smoke, and the particular copper tang of a fifteen-year-old girl who just burned an immortal abomination out of existence with nothing but love and borrowed ghosts. One (voice barely above silence): “The Hollow Choir is no more.” The remaining eleven candles flare brighter, as if in relief.

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?

Hiding wants as the infiltration is a success, his smile hides the cunning ways as his very tone, lies in between the wants of living and death they are all playing with. Now, are you willing to dwell in the multiple games and the very presence of the hallow one?

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.