Hallowed Fantasy Novels & Stories

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.

Renji whispered at Kenji as he mocked him. Kenji glared at him and shoved Renji away. “I will be successful, trust your little brother.” Kenji responded sarcastically. He walked away from Renji and just ignored him. Kenji left their palace and then jumped around their front yard. “I am going to miss everything, but I will come back and make everyone proud!” He said to himself while jumping around. He arrived at the garden where the well was located. He sat there facing the well and looked down. “Maddie Oh, I am going to kill you!” He screamed and then jumped into the well. That well is the gate to the human world from the Werewolf Kingdom.

We both know nothing is alright. Mother takes us out of the cottage, and helps us mount Vandel, our family stallion. Ima yaps after us, and I beg mother to let her come along. 'Go now. I'll take care of her. Find uncle Fardin without delay', she says and Vandel gallops down the path at her whistle. All around us, I can hear the sound of pounding hooves that aren't our horse's. My vision shifts, the world blurs and colors swirl to reveal Halden on fire. Houses are burning, elves and humans alike engage strange horned folk in mortal combat, bodies litter the street wherever I turn. I stagger around, crying for my parents, for Cyran.

"They live among us Walk-in our dreams And see right through Our deepest desires They hear our thoughts. And prey on our fears Their soft voices Echo in our minds with promises of forever Darkness falls They heed the call of thirst The night belongs to them Eyes burn red with hunger It's our blood they crave and it's our bloodline They wish to enslave When the birth of a new day Peaks over the horizon And our shadows rise to meet them They retreat to their sanctums And seek solace in dark places In the sun, we find comfort In the light, they disappear They are The Forsaken..." Cadence said the words out loud over and over, trying to make sense of them. After a while, though, she stopped tryi

“And… I’ve thought about you spanking me. Hard. Until my ass is red and I’m crying, but still begging for more.” Ethan groaned and kissed her deeper. “Fuck, Lila. That’s hot. I’m going to make every one of those happen. We’ll start slow, but I want the full list. Write it down for me tomorrow. Every dirty fantasy. The dark ones, the shameful ones, the ones you’re scared to say out loud. I want them all.” He pulled his fingers out and made her suck them clean, tasting their mixed juices. “And after you give me the list… I’m going to start checking them off. One by one. Starting with the riskiest one you have.”

For this town is special, and its citizens terrifying. Mrs. Hagatha Belfry stepped out of her front door and onto the porch with a cup of tea in hand. Throughout the town, even though it was winter and snowy in the surrounding wood, autumn leaves sprouted from every limb of every branch of every tree, and the fallen leaves were replaced by new leaves overnight. Lilith’s Hollow is graced by the autumn season all year round, thanks to a witch’s spell from one who lived in town long before Mrs. Belfry’s centuries of residency there. After all, this was the town that Halloween built. Mrs. Belfry, along with all of the werewolves, zombies, mad doctors, monsters, ogres, and more mythical creatures

"The fated bond is not a bridge, Elara. It is a single soul forced into two bodies. If he perishes while the bond is still raw, still unsevered and unsealed, your spirit will become a phantom. You will walk the earth, but you will feel nothing, taste nothing, love nothing. You will be a hollow vessel for a power that will eventually consume you." I shuddered. "I don't love him. I can't. Not after what he did." "Love is the luxury of the common wolf," Hala said, finally looking up. Her golden eyes were clouded, yet they seemed to pierce right through my ribs. "The Hallowed do not love as others do. You claim. You protect. You destroy. Love is a human word for a divine obsession. Now, enough t

Their face was obscured by a silver mask, featureless except for the faint engravings along its surface. Bram gritted his teeth. “Who the hell are you?” The figure tilted their head, as if considering the question. Then, in a voice that echoed unnaturally in the fractured air, they spoke: “You stand in the Hollow Realm.” Myrra inhaled sharply. “No. That’s not possible.” Elior frowned. “What do you mean?” Myrra’s fingers tightened around her staff. “The Hollow Realm is a myth, a place between existence and oblivion. A place where things go when they are… unfinished.”

Therefore, faced with such a disaster, she could only stand by helplessly and hope that the disaster would not befall her. Unfortunately, things would never go as planned. The more one worried about something, the more likely it would happen. The next moment, the place where Halle was suddenly collapsed downward along with more than half of the altar floor. It lost support in an instant and plummeted into the depths. Rumble— At the same time, a larger rift brought an even greater fluctuation of aura. It was vast and boundless as if a demon god had descended upon the world. Halle was instantly struck unconscious by the intense evil aura.

Isabella stood in the heart of the Sacred Glade once more, but this time the stones around her cracked and crumbled under the weight of prophecy fulfilled. Arthur fought beside the gate, his blade singing through the corrupted air as shades poured forth from the veil. These were no ordinary spirits—they bore the markings of the Council's dark arts, corrupted echoes of the Chosen who had fallen before. Isabella could feel their anguish in her bones, in every tremor of her breath. Each cry of the Hollowborn echoed her name. From the east, Catherine came astride a beast of ash and fire, her eyes burning with madness and clarity. “This is what your resistance births,” she spat. “A realm on fire,