Hollow Bleach Characters Novels & Stories

He quirked one teasing brow. Emily froze. She didn't want to offend them. Again. But she hadn't covered her surprise well enough, and it was too late to deny it. "Yes, actually," she admitted. "Like castles and moats-" "And a guy in a cape who 'vants to zuck yer blood'?" Paoli asked in his best Lon Chaney voice as he carried Amber past them and into the house. Her face flushed warm again. Maybe not the last part, but she certainly didn't expect them to be living in a completely normal split level just outside of a small town. She really had a lot to learn about the world she'd tumbled into.

She comes around the side of my desk so she’s facing me as she lifts herself up to sit on the edge of the large mahogany piece of furniture. “Hello, my love.” She returns my term of endearment with her sweet smile calming my somewhat frazzled nerves. Seriously, fucking vampires? “Yup, fucking vampires.” She says, picking up on my thoughts through our mind link. “How are Amber and Leia?” I ask, hoping our two little daughters aren’t too scared. “They’re fine.” Zella smiles, “they and the other younger pups are making Halloween decorations with some of the omegas. They’re probably covered in glitter at this point.” Ah, glitter. The herpes of the crafting world. Because you can never get rid of

The symbol inside the Hollow burned into my vision. The compass. My compass. Identical. For a moment, I forgot how to breathe. “That… can’t be possible,” I whispered. Yet the truth pulsed through the bond, undeniable. The Hollow wasn’t simply born from imbalance. It had once been balance itself. The creature roared, its massive body writhing as silver, gold, and white light clashed against the darkness surrounding it. Cracks spread across its form, revealing flashes of the same radiant energy glowing within me.

"And I am done running." The rock in my hand felt like a toy against the blue-flame monstrosities pouring through the fissure. The first Hollow lunged, its fingers elongated into glowing talons. "Back!" Kael roared. He moved with a fluidity that defied his gaunt frame. The blade sliced through the air, leaving a trail of black smoke. When it hit the Hollow, the blue fire was absorbed into the blade. The creature let out a dry, rattling shriek and dissolved into a pile of grey ash.

"Come here. Now." Kaelen appeared in the doorway within seconds, his obsidian eyes scanning the room. He crossed to her side, his hand resting on his blade. "What is it? What's wrong?" Elena pointed toward the shadow. "There. In the corner. Do you see it?" Kaelen followed her gaze, his jaw tightening. His hand moved to his weapon. "It's a Hollow One. A fragment of one. A survivor of the ritual." Elena's blood ran cold. "I thought we contained them. I thought the crystal—"

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.

It felt like an entirely different realm. Zion stood beside me, his hand tight in mine. "We're in the in-between," he murmured, his voice taut. "Where souls get unravelled and monsters are made." The air rippled ahead of us, and then he appeared. The Hollow King. A crown of thorns rose from his skull, curling like burnt branches. His eyes were a bottomless abyss, and he looked like Jaxon. But he looked and felt wrong. And beside him was Callum bound with black chains.

The government’s towers were nothing but blackened skeletons of twisted steel, but the damage they had inflicted was walking toward us on two legs. They emerged from the fog in clusters: silent, rhythmic, and terrifyingly orderly. These were the "Hollows." Unlike the Unbound, who carried the chaotic, violet fire of the Elder blood in their eyes, these people were empty. Their pupils were fixed and dilated, their faces devoid of the micro-expressions that signal human thought or emotion. In clinical terms, they were suffering from a Total Cognitive Erasure. The frequency wall had not just blocked their resonance: it had performed a localized "Format" of their cerebral cortex.

The Hollowed lunged. It was a nightmare of motion. The white-furred monsters moved with a terrifying, jerky speed, covering the clearing in seconds. Kaelen met the first wave head-on. He didn't shift; he became a whirlwind of shadow and light. His glass blade carved through the Hollowed like they were made of mist, but unlike the Grave-Wolves, these creatures didn't just dissolve. They fought with a mindless, suicidal ferocity, their claws tearing at Kaelen’s pale skin, their teeth snapping at his throat.

" Behind us, Jody's heart-wrenching sobs filled the air. I pushed down the last bit of pain in my chest and walked into the sunset. Chloe, from now on... Daddy is going to live a good life for you in this world. The End