Hallowed Fantasy Novels & Stories

Susan 's POV: Startled by the vivid dream, I'm abruptly jolted awake. The dampness between my legs serves as a tangible reminder of how my body responds to these forbidden fantasies. I can't shake his face from my mind—those captivating eyes, those lips that brought both pleasures and torment to my senses. "This is sheer madness," I whisper in despair, seeking solace in reciting the Lord's prayer. Waking up repeatedly due to these haunting dreams has become exhausting, and I long for a reprieve.

His shadow was missing, leaving an eerie emptiness at his feet. Dizziness clouded my vision, and as my consciousness wavered, a figure materialized out of the darkness. Hayden, the enigmatic ruler of the mythological Underworld, stood before me. My eyes widened in shock and fear as I believed he had come to reclaim me, to take me back to the realm of shadows and despair.

“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.

I didn’t want to bother myself with it at the moment, so I shoved it aside. “Enzo wants me. Since you guys closed his access to quick portals, so now you have to think of a plan. You owe me that,” Hazel said, and Halle scoffed. “I am letting you slide because we are related; if not, I’d teach you how to talk to an old witch.” I groaned inwardly because the both of them didn’t seem to ever be on good terms. “Where are you?” Halle asked. “The outlands. Wastelands. Place of skulls with the ancient writing,” Hazel said to her.

He could feel the regret Of his feelings that were so set An irrevocable emotional bit Pepper Rei was the fit For his puzzled long life So he took after her To find her laying under the Hallow tree A gate to the otherworld And he could hear the nearby residents Putting up the Halloween decor A naive sensitivity looming on the survival of mankind He saw with a sinking whine Pepper Rei flaking into bits And settling into the Hallow roots And this was the moment of fear, A first for Mr. Riversane Maybe the end was very near. Trade with Death The clock was nearing midnight The fog had settled an unusual welcome to the end

Hallowed dogs recoiled, shadows shrieking as they dissolved in radiance. “It’s working!” Bain shouted, firing warded rounds at the remaining cultists. Each bullet trailed white fire. IV. The Hollow King’s Counterstrike In the heart of the abyss, the Hollow King loomed—an anti-pillar to Elias’s light. Its antlers arched wide, dripping void. “You break my veins,” it roared. “Then I will crush your veins.” A surge of anti-light rippled through the breach, nullifying wards, snuffing out Seraphina’s shield in splinters of black.

One simple, yet stupid, annoying rule: no touching. ​She'd made it abundantly clear from the moment we met that skin-to-skin contact was off-limits. And I, Lucian Hawthorne, went and threw that out of the fucking window the moment she looked at me as if I was worth even a speck of her kindness. I wasn't. ​And to top it all off, I got hard. ​Got fucking hard for a human of all things. Feeling her soft-as-silk skin brush mine, even for that all too short moment, made me harder than ever before.

Clara whispered, her voice catching in her throat. The floor of the hall was smooth obsidian, reflecting the light from the silver chandeliers above. Ancient, thick wool tapestries hung along the high stone walls, showing the Hallow clan crest: a silhouette of purple saxifrage beneath a shimmering green aurora. The colors had faded with age, which only made the place feel more sacred and full of history.

she spat “Riley, I can do that, but if there is nothing to hide from your side, then we can see the truth that you claim you are speaking. If not and you refuse, we will all know the answer and continue with the ceremony. The choice is yours” I said in a cold and anoyyed tone .She stood still for a few minutes before she hesitantly took a step forward. When I placed my hand on her cheek, ...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... I was instantly within the white walls. I walked passed all the gold ones. I s

“Unorthodox faction? It’s a fitting name. To disciples of the Waitara Path like you, we’re a group that committed treason, huh?” James silently took a few cautious steps forward. To his surprise, the ground beneath him crumbled with each step. By the time he reached the figure, a deep abyss had formed behind him. Dillon chuckled. “Don’t be scared! It’s just an illusion! Hmm?” Suddenly, two blood-red eyes appeared above the figure and shot out crimson light beams that instantly surrounded James. Dillon exclaimed excitedly, “Three Treasures, Five Spirits, Limitless Body, and Ultimate Serenity! It’s no wonder you made it here! The Haleth Realm truly harbors great talent!