Harmony Hollow Novels & Stories

“Not just patch the cracks. Not just survive. We need to rise.” Maria looked at her. “Rise from what?” Celeste’s eyes were steady. “From fire. From fracture. From everything we’ve lost.” Maria closed her journal. “Then we need a pact.” Celeste tilted her head. “A pact?” Maria nodded. “Something that binds us. Something that reminds us why we began.” They called it The Phoenix Pact.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

I gulped, sighting the engorged vein on the side of his forehead. "It's okay, Olive," said Billy, claiming my other hand. "Harmon doesn't say it, but he does loves you. He'd never deliberately endanger you. Especially not after seeing how his friends used you to get to us. He knows he'd be putting a target on your back for life if the mafia thought you were more than friends. Of course he's not fucking you." How wasted was my brother? How long had we spent away from him? I thought Harmon came up to me only minutes ago, but Billy's gait was unstable. Dilated pupils. Flushed face. No slurred speech because he was still Will Hunter, former playboy billionaire.

Silver and gold intertwined around Theodore, forming something new a harmony neither of us had achieved alone. The Hollow reacted instantly. Its massive form twisted toward us. “UNACCEPTABLE.” Darkness surged forward like a tidal wave. “Brace!” Theodore roared. Impact came seconds later. Power collided with power, shaking the entire realm. My ears rang as light and shadow exploded outward, carving a massive crater beneath us. I felt the Hollow probing my energy searching for weakness. Searching for fear. And it found one. Theodore. A tendril shot past me faster than thought, wrapping around him and lifting him violently into the air.

“No! They’re coordinates! They are three separate coordinates, all leading to specific locations on the map!” “Which map? Please tell me it’s a map of Earth.” Rider looked up the ceiling as if he was praying. “It is a map of Earth! And… the coordinates from the first letter correspond with…” Ru closed her eyes and crossed her fingers on both hands. “Please say Reaper’s Hollow. Please say Reaper’s Hollow. Please say Reaper’s Hollow.” A broad smile broke out across Lyric’s face. In a quiet voice, she said, “It is Reaper’s Hollow.”

she said, her tone cautious. “But fate can be cruel. And sometimes… sometimes it is not just your heart at stake.” I could not answer her. I could only nod, feeling the tension coiling tighter in my chest. The word tasted bitter and sweet on my tongue. It was as if every heartbeat, every sigh of wind through the trees, was pulling me toward a future I did not yet understand. And somewhere, out there in Winter Hollow, the other half of this thread was stirring. --- Ronan Thorn.

She was crossing to the water basin when the air in the centre of the room changed. That was the only way she could describe it. It changed. A pressure shift. A density that hadn't been there a moment ago. The sconce flame guttered sideways and held, straining toward some invisible wind, and the temperature dropped so fast Seren's breath fogged in front of her face. She went very still. The shadows in the centre of the room were moving wrong. "Oracle." The voice was low. Unhurried. It had the quality of something that had never once had to raise itself to be heard — not because it was quiet, but because the world had always, instinctively, gone quiet around it.

It had been a rough week in Hollow hills, three students of Hollow high had been murdered gruesomely and found in the woods where they had been loitering. A memorial was held at Hollow high school and Mayor Tremont promised to get fish out the monstrous serial killer responsible for their deaths.

Bigfoot, Loch Ness monster; were they all wondering around these halls, just waiting to snap her up for a midnight snack? “Many," he said with a careless shrug. "I'm not sure of the exact number, but the Coven is the court for our world. There are hundreds here at any time.” “Of course," she mumbled bitterly. It only made sense for her to land in the Grand Central Station of the immortal world. Fabulous. "Paoli is a vampire, I'm apparently half-demon, and you claim you're 'complicated'," she counted them off. She put finger quotes around the word 'complicated'; a testament to how infuriated she felt since she never air quoted.

Then a short video of me jumping off a cliff into some sort of a bottomless dark pit. I could hear the distant sound of people screaming. All I could see were blurry shapes and sizes before the black pit enveloped me again, but this time, I was lifted up by a force and floated to wherever it wanted me to go before I blacked out. That was it. Was this the end of Jade Parker? ****************** Beep! Beep!! Beep!!! The distant beeping of a sound could be heard miles away from the plain white hole I was in. Confused, I looked around and figured I was trapped in a box.