Heavy Blow Hollow Knight Novels & Stories

“It’s ours now.” The figure laughed. It was wet, wrong. “Then come and take it.” They raised a hand. The ground shuddered. From the shadows of the ravine, things moved. Not men. Not entirely. Their skin was pale, stretched tight over bone. Their eyes were empty, but they moved with purpose. Hollowborn. The Court’s foot soldiers. “Get ready,” Elena said. The first Hollowborn came fast. Elena met it with her blade, cutting through sinew and bone in one clean arc. It fell, but two more took its place.

War tore it free, snarling, half a weapon left. He swung again. I burned the air itself. Flame lashed up the edge into his arm, melting armour to skin. He howled not in pain but in rage at being wounded. He dropped the ruined weapon and came with fists. Each blow shook the world. Knuckles struck like falling stars. I caught them in Hollowflame, burning flesh from bone. He slammed his forehead into mine. Sparks flew. My vision rang, but I did not fall. We fought to the beat of the pulse.

Cosmic Darkness is not a good choice in this kind of situation. “Dark Celestial-Divine Magic: Dark Knights!” I shouted and then, I pointed my celestial weapon that had turned into scepter to the swarm of lowly demons. Many knights wearing heavy metal black armors appeared on the air simultaneously and they came with black Pegasus. They attacked the enemies nonstop, slashing them from everywhere until those demons become smithereens of black ashes.

He let out a deep breath, then roared, his palms flying forward. One strike after another echoed through the air like whip cracks. "Let's see how you handle this!" Ellis snarled. "This is Palm of Hollow Truths—another Silverthorn technique. If you recognized Dragon Claw and Cicada, let's see what you do with this one!" The crowd recoiled at the sheer force of his blows. The air vibrated with every strike—shockwaves blasting through the alley. Palm of Hollow Truths was a devastating technique. Legend had it that it was almost impossible to withstand.

He seemed incapable of continuing the fight. “Are martial artists from Sol all that strong?” “First, it was a young man by the name of James Caden. Then, another emerged and defeated Koehler who managed to pull out Excalibur…” … “Argh… I will not be defeated! Long live the Knights!” Koehler raised Excalibur and imbued it with all the energy inside his body. Excalibur glimmered once more and exuded a terrifying aura that distorted space itself. Mountains disintegrated and collapsed.

The knight let out a furious roar and swung its machete at Nathaniel. Nathaniel shouted, "A level seven undead knight? Do you really think you can defeat me?!" He swung his sword once again and another beam of golden light followed. Being a peak level eight, dealing with such undead was like child's play for Nathaniel. With just one stroke, he decapitated the knight. The undead knight's attack halted instantly. It swayed for a moment before collapsing to the ground. "Phew! It's finally dead!" The people around sighed in relief.

“So that’s the leverage they used.” I sucked in air, throat burning. “Let her go.” He tilted his head. “She isn’t mine.” “She’s not theirs either,” I snapped. Outside, Vesper shouted something I couldn’t fully hear—then a crash, like someone was slammed into stone. The cage shook again. The crack widened. The Hollow King stepped fully into the first cage, ash-pale body tall and calm, like he’d always belonged here. The carved crescent on his throat glowed faintly, not from rune-light but from something deeper—like his voice had teeth even when it was silent.

Caelum roared, his gravelly voice shaking the very foundations of the mountain, "and I will tear your soul out of that hollow armor!" Commander Vane didn't hesitate. He surged forward in a blur of black steel and crimson lightning, his anti-solar blade descending in a lethal, executioner's strike aimed directly at Caelum’s neck!

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

A vondor brought down his spiky bat. Instantly, ten-meter pale tall knights that look like a vile king with the helmet having horns and red braided beards with armor around his body suddenly appear in front of the large vondor and he lifts his hands at the descending bats. The bat slammed the knight's palm and a large shockwave that can be seen with the naked eye erupted throughout the battlefield. The Knight was fat with big Belle and was eating meat. He looks down at the captain with his blue eyes. "I am sorry captain Steven. I was eating you know I am always hungry". Said the knights.