Harmony Hollow Novels & Stories

Every step felt like walking on thin ice. Suddenly, a loud, static chime echoed through the entire sector. The massive holographic billboards hovering over the central plaza flickered from colorful advertisements to a bright, flashing red alert. High-frequency sirens began to blare from the watchtowers above. I stopped in my tracks, my heart slamming against my ribs as I looked up at the sky. My face was plastered across every floating screen in the lower city. SECTOR-WIDE MANHUNT: CROWN PRINCE THEODORE MISSING

The horizon was a jagged smear of charcoal gray and bruised violet. For three years, I had walked toward it, guided by nothing but the rumors whispered in the hushed, terrified voices of dying scavengers. They spoke of a place that held the line, a fortress of humanity amidst the rotting sprawl of the walking dead. They called it "Haven."

Kaima had been here. But she hadn’t stayed. At night, by the glowing pools, Ari watched the surface for signs. She began to notice small pulses barely-there shifts in glow, like the world inhaling through memory. Each pulse was out of sync with the blooms. Yet they echoed true harmony. Not forced. Not mirrored. Inherited. Thalen joined her on the third night. “I think the Hollow is birthing something else,” he whispered. “Something after memory.” Ari said nothing. But in her heart, she wondered if Mira had ever seen this far.

“I’m sorry, I finally had some energy to compose myself and suddenly remembered that you had come back. I haven’t even got to see you yet.” “It's okay, it’s not your fault. You must be just as sad as I am.” Willow sighed. “I heard that you are going back tomorrow. Come have dinner with me tonight.” “I’m not going back there.” “Why?” Harmony murmured dejectedly, “I have no relatives or friends back there. It’s so lonely every day. I don't want to live like that forever. I’m so sad that Henry passed away so suddenly and I couldn’t even get to see him one last time. I don’t want to be so far away from everyone again.”

If he thought too hard about his Mastercard bill, that burger he ate would probably come right back up. He turned on the local top forty station and David Lee Roth blasted out of the speakers, singing “Just a Gigolo.” Riley didn’t really care what music was on as long as there was noise. Noise helped him think, which was reason number 108 why he could never live in a quiet little town like Smiths Hollow. Of course, Smiths Hollow wasn’t quite as quiet as advertised. During their conversation the previous night Nowak had casually mentioned that two murdered girls had been found in the yard of some old biddy.

Night had bled into the bones of the city. The streets around the Hollowmere District were cordoned off by rusting barricades and silent red drones. Old construction signs still flickered with lies. “Foundation Collapse. Danger: Structural Unstable. Do Not Enter.” But the true danger was buried beneath the concrete. And it was calling to Evangeline like a drumbeat under her skin. The Hollow Song was near... so close now she could taste it. She adjusted the black leather gloves on her hands, flexing her fingers as if the song lived beneath her nails. The custom mask covered the lower half of her face - charcoal silk sewn with runic thread, enchanted to blur facial recognition.

However, Lauren needed to use the restroom first, so I had to wait by the car with Ivanna. We chatted while waiting for Lauren to return. Unexpectedly, I saw the well-dressed Harmony leaving the building with her assistant. Although I had only seen Harmony once, I quickly recognized her because of her familiar features. She saw Ivanna and me standing outside and glanced at us with disinterest. Harmony and I stared at each other silently. We had nothing to say to each other. Unexpectedly, she approached us. Ivanna and I watched, but Harmony focused on my face. When she reached me, she arrogantly asked, “Are you Chloe Hartz?”

Alluring to hear yet gravelly. Only at this moment did Harmony realize for the second time today there was an umbrella over her head and a savory musk in the air. She didn't want to look to her side, but there was an instant zap around her, like a magnet, compelling her to look over. Yet again, she was met with pitch-black clothing. "I reckon she will be in a coffin after all this."

Together, they would face the trials that awaited them, united by a connection that transcended the supernatural world's complexities. *** Under the shroud of darkness, Lark, Carla, Gabriel, and their allies, Jeff and a few trusted companions, crept silently towards the outskirts of the Blue Moon Pack territory. They moved with the skill and precision of seasoned infiltrators, making sure to avoid any sentries or patrols that might be on duty.

She held the reading room. The island held its patient dark outside the Vault window. Thirty-five minutes. Her phone lit up. Not Felix. Not Amara. Not anyone in their circle. The unknown number again the one that had sent the seventy-two-hour warning. One message. *The Harlow-Aldara archive. You found it faster than they expected. They know you have the coordinates. They're moving to secure the location tonight.* She stared at the screen. "Caspian," she said. He looked at the message.