Harmony Hollow Novels & Stories

But, as if a switch had been flicked, the scene burst into chaos as howls began to echo off the wall of trees and building behind them until an evocative chorus rose up, becoming louder and louder. If anyone ever asked Lucas to explain what he had witnessed that night, he would admit he had no words for it. Where once human bodies lay wrestling with the throws of their first shift, were now wolves with their thick coats gleaming in the ethereal light of the moon. And in the middle of it all stood Hecate, her blue and gold eyes never leaving Lucas even as her friends crowded her with excited nuzzling and licks of affection. What are you, Chloe? Lucas found himself asking for what felt like th

ADY “Where on earth is he?” I kept searching for Damon, but I always returned to the Ruins. I casually hopped over the fence and entered. The ruins are shrouded in an eerie silence, with darkness enveloping everything. I heard some unusual sounds coming from above. Out of nowhere, a hand landed on my shoulder, instantly sending a wave of warmth through my body. Damon casually stood in front of me and effortlessly switched places with me. I witnessed the boulder narrowly miss Damon’s back, causing a surge of shock to course through me. The boulder shattered upon impact, yet he remained utterly composed. How did Damon manage to surprise me and enter without my knowledge? How was he supposed to

Candy moved first, kneeling by a flat stone slab half-submerged near the center of the bank. “It’s here,” she whispered. Jimmy helped lift the stone. Underneath, a staircase spiraled into darkness, lit by faint runes glowing blue along the walls. “Are we seriously going in there?” he asked. “We don’t have a choice,” I said, brushing past him. The Hollow was colder than I expected—not just physically, but spiritually. I felt it in my bones, in my soul. At the bottom was a round chamber, walls covered in etched lunar symbols. In the center stood a bowl of black water, still and deep.

The air was still and heavy. The second thing they noticed was the sound. Or the lack of it. The Harmony was quiet. It wasn’t the peaceful quiet of the Silver Grove. It was the quiet of a sickroom. The great, constant music that had filled the air since the time of Liora and Lyra was gone. In its place was a low, worried hum, the sound of people trying to keep a song going when they’ve forgotten the words. The birds weren’t singing. The wind through the trees had no melody. It was just wind.

On the cliffs, dawn began to break. And in the harbor below, the people of Black Hollow would wake to calm waters— Never knowing how close the dark had come. But deep beneath the lighthouse, in the chamber of spirals and stone— Mara felt the ocean watching her back. Chapter 5: The Second Pulse Dawn painted the sea gold. From the harbor, Black Hollow looked peaceful—fishing boats rocking gently, gulls wheeling overhead, sunlight catching on windows still wet from the storm. The lighthouse beam still burned.

The clearing looked different now. It had been a place of warmth once. Of quiet moonlight and aching promises, of soft lips and racing hearts. Now it felt… hollow. Not empty—never that—but expectant. As if the earth itself was waiting for what would be spilled upon it next. Blood. Magic. Memory. Love. Maybe all of it. I stepped into the grass, my boots brushing against early summer wildflowers that had no idea they were growing atop ancient bones. Nyx stirred in my chest—uneasy. Alert.

“Then let me wait at the edge. Let me be close.” I nodded. “You can come that far. But after that, I go alone.” His arms wrapped around me so tightly I almost broke. For a moment, I didn’t feel like Quinn the Luna. I was just a woman in love with a man, scared for her unborn child, scared of the world, scared of what was coming. “I’ll come back,” I whispered against his chest. “You’d better.” The road to the Hollow was not marked on any map. It was known only by the oldest bloodlines. Even then, it was not a road you walked. It was a path that found you, only if you had the right soul.

My legs buckled when I was told that they'd fished the body of Christopher Quinton from the sea. My knees smashed into the gravel beneath my feet because I knew he'd have survived if he hadn't tried to save me. Three days later, I dealt with all the enemies and became the demoness of Porton's elite circle. Five years later, the pier business expanded considerably. However, I kept the scar on my arm as a memento to remind me of him. It had been five years since he died, exactly five years. I bought a bottle of herbicide in an attempt to take my own life. Then, I saw the supposedly dead Christopher proposing to my best friend, Zoe Shaw. I saw all my underlings congratulate them. I froze for

CHAPTER 64 ~ THE CONDUCTOR'S GAMBIT~ The Hollow Men were a poison in the bloodstream of our growing world. Their attacks were never direct, always corrosive. A newly planted harmonic grove would be found with every sapling spaced exactly three paces apart, drained of vitality. A shared song between a Raven lore-keeper and a young wolf would be followed by the appearance of a darkened waystone, filling their minds with whispering doubts about the point of such "cross-species chatter."

Charlotte then lies on the ground as I approached and whimpers, slowly backing away from me. "Charlotte it's okay..." I stop as I hear a soft voice in my head "H... H... Hi, Stefan. I am Harmony! Charlotte's wolf. I am sorry I didn't mean to kill her, but she was going to hurt you! She wanted to kill you!" "That's okay Harmony, come back inside and shift please." As Harmony heads inside, I walk over and check to see if she did actually kill her; she did. "Colin?" "Yes, Alpha!"