Hallowed Fantasy Novels & Stories

I’ll give credit where credit is due, Constance has kept our secret and pulled the wool over everyone’s eyes so convincingly that even I have doubted her resolve on occasion. Tonight was their victory. Halen is dead, his soul sent to the shadows where he will suffer for all time. The vampires wiil burn in the heat of Evangeline’s fire until their skin blackens and turns to ash and all that remains is a heap of charred bone. All that is left is for them to make it safely to the pack.

Azazel instructed and started to walk down the sidewalk, Daniel in tow. “Now prophecy starts out by saying that two sets of twins will be the world’s undoing,” Azazel begins. “Now pay attention, this is the only time someone will explain it to you. The twins are special, one set Nephilim, born of an Archangel in this case Gabriel and a human, and one set Cambion, born of a high ranking demon, in this case me, and a human, Abigail.” Azazel kept talking, Daniel was doing his best to understand. “Next thing it says is that the mothers soul of the twins she bore will be sent to either heaven or hell based solely on who can influence it the most. Both sides should have at least one mother or the

“To where?” she asked with a blink of surprise, then decided with a flashing smile when Timothy introduced her to Anthony. “Oh that's nice. Thank you then.” They ordered drinks. Chloe asked for pálinka, the Hungarian fruit brandy and while Anthony went to get them, Timothy took her to the living room upstairs. “Beautiful.” Chloe said as she moved into the center of the room and turned a slow circle, taking in the white walls with gilded trim, blue velvet curtains over the leaded windows and the chandeliers dripping with crystal. “What a dizzying place to be on”

Behind them came banners of every allied pack—each one fluttering like a heartbeat of unity. But not all marched. Some watched. And some waited. Deep in the Hollow Fang sanctum, Seer Halvek stood before a blood-drenched altar. The ritual had begun. A pool of void light churned before him, revealing the marching army. “So brave,” he murmured. “So noble.” Behind him, figures in black chanted in tongues that no living thing should speak. Halvek raised a silver chalice filled with ember-dark liquid. “The Moon will weep,” he intoned. “The wolves will fall. And from their ashes…”

she said, her voice almost reverent, “there are forces older than your pack, even older than your whole lineage.” I stared at her, unimpressed. “Fairy tales.” She leaned closer. “I am a High Priestess of the Hollow.” The name meant nothing to me. “Hollow?” I repeated, frowning. “It is not a place you walk into,” she said. “It is a current that grants power channeled from beyond the living realm.” “That’s nonsense.” “It is forbidden, yes,” she corrected gently. “But it is not nonsense.” I shook my head. “You expect me to believe you can drag someone back from death using some ancient void?”

“If Seraphina’s not bluffing, we need allies. You’ve got old favors—use them.” Ronan’s jaw flexed. “Already working on it.” He felt Talia shift beside him. “You said that line in the letter was a summoning rite,” he said, looking at her. “What kind of creature answers that call?” She swallowed, her throat tight. “In old texts, they called them The Hollowed. Spirits that were once human but fed too long on corrupted magic. They become something else—shapeless, driven by hunger. They don’t just kill. They devour what makes you whole.”

The shadow steps through. It’s not an Other. It’s a wolf. Black fur. Gold eyes. Bigger than Draven. Bigger than Wrath. It hits the courtyard and the stone cracks. Then another steps through. And another. Ten. Twenty. Fifty. All black. All gold. All Hollow. The twelve-year-old doesn’t move. “Hello, Mother,” she says again. To me. “I’m Sybil. Redfang’s vessel.” Redfang. The most violent Hollow ground. Gone for twenty years after the fire.

I would add a hidden surprise under a hidden surprise, do you get draft? I know you wouldn't I'm too smart for you, extra smart. For those who understand you are getting closer to my intelligence.... OK enough of talks time for the plan.. Wait first, do you know the plan that am talking about? If you do, your intelligence has reached mine and mine has just increased, so you're still not intelligent like me. If you don't understand, well, start reading from the starting of this chapter all over again. OK time to meet Jenny.

A chill slips down my spine, more from the weight of his words than the night air. Hollow Pines. Just the name feels like a whisper left too long in the dark. A place that doesn’t belong on any map, and yet somehow calls to those who need something lost, answers, power, redemption. Or ruin. "The amulets only work on our side of the border, so we can't be spelled on our lands. But I dont know how I feel about leading you... and everyone else on a witch's territory. Perhaps it would be better if you stayed..."

That well is the gate to the human world from the Werewolf Kingdom. Kenji arrived in the human world and he was lying down under the Eiffel Tower. He got up and was touching his back. “Ugh, it hurts huh?” He mumbled. But then he heard something. “Hey, are you that popular actress, Maddie?” Kenji’s eyes widened as he heard it from somewhere else. Kenji’s ears were moving for him to find where the location. ‘I am so fortunate! Maddie is just nearby.’ Kenji thought. He walked around and looked for the exact location.