Hollow Bleach Characters Novels & Stories

" Malakai smirked when he thought of the answer. "We're ghosts baby." Malakai responded and Eden wanted to laugh, but she was so confused at the same time. "Huh? The fuck do you mean?" Eden said and looked up to see a mischievous glint in her boyfriend's eyes. "I have someone, a hacker, his name is Rhys. He'd remove everyone's DNA, their information and everything there is about them off the systems of the world. When you joined the agency, he did the same. In short, we don't exist little one." Malakai said and Eden's eyes widened. She never knew the extent to which Malakai could go.

I shout, and the figures turn to look at me. I swallow hard as I look at their ghastly faces. Somehow, they are alive and dead at the same time. Their shrouds have fallen from their faces, and their white eyes glow. They move toward me, floating across the ground. This is the Hollow Choir I read about, but the pictures in the book did not do them justice.

Don't forget these names. These four teenagers are best friends since kindergarten. They live few blocks away from each other. They are known as The Freaks right from Junior High, and Mystic Hollow is their home. "Can you please pass me the jam?" Alex said to Laura who was showing Elena something on her phone. She passed the jam to him, he muttered a thanks to her as he pasted it on his bread. "What's she doing here?" Elena asked as her friends followed her gaze and they saw Sarah Bellos sitting right opposite them which had not happened before.

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.

Like death. And then— A hand reached up from the dark. Small. Feral. Clawed. The Hollow shook, and the figure rose—slowly, painfully—dragging itself into the light. A child. No—older than a child, but not grown. Maybe fourteen. Maybe less. Skin pale as moonlight. Hair matted with blood. Eyes pitch black, void of irises. My mouth went dry. “What is that?” My brother didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. Just whispered:

When he climbed up, his stomach dropped. Hundreds of them pressed against the steel fence. These were not the slow, clumsy zombies from before. These were Hollows. Their skin was gray, and their movements were fast and restless. “Open fire!” Josh ordered. The guards raised their weapons—Stingers, the air rifles Natasha had designed. They fired small darts filled with a chemical that weakened the infected instead of killing them. When the darts hit, the effect was almost instant. The creatures slowed, their movements breaking down as the drug spread through them.

++++ His name was Hollowscar, a highly skilled assassin in the Clean Gorgon Guild. Hollowscar, who was 40 years old, had a 9-Star badge on the first floor of the fortress, making him one of the most experienced assassins. His evil nature that loved killing humans made him a good fit as an assassin in the Clean Gorgon Guild, where his job was a pleasure in itself. In one row, two or three islands were surpassed. In one go, she earned enough Hellstone pay, and her forbidden hobby of killing could be mercilessly fulfilled. With a tall build, red hair, and a misleadingly friendly face, his Combat Power status is:

The nursery was silent now, save for the ragged breathing of our family. The scorched mark on the floor pulsed with a dying violet light, a rhythmic reminder that the "Hollowed" was merely a scout. The veil hadn't just thinned; it had torn. Kaelen shifted back into his human form, his skin glistening with the sweat of a failed kill. He looked at his hands, frustration etched into the hard lines of his face. He had killed gods and kings, but you cannot bite smoke.

I screamed. I thrust the purified energy back into him. Zayden’s eyes didn't just glow; they erupted. A halo of white-hot fire surrounded him, his fur turning a brilliant, metallic charcoal. He grabbed the moonlight blade with his bare hand and shattered it like glass. With a final, earth-shaking howl, Zayden lunged. He didn't just strike the Hollow; he obliterated it. A pulse of pure Alpha light disintegrated the shadow-puppet, leaving nothing but a pile of grey ash and the lingering scent of ozone.

“/Daylight in three, two, one-/ God of the Day, grant your light! So mote it be!” As the wave of dark-clothed, fanged figures fall upon us, a flood of brilliant light meets them. It sends many of them squealing and wheeling backwards, only to face the misty grey ranks of figures that now mass beyond them. Warriors with weapons drawn, the flailing hooves of a huge black horse and the sweep of it’s rider’s rapier, and the snarling form of a mighty, ghostly hound. The few vampires who were protected with sunglasses and masks, or who escape the ghosts by turning again, are hit by a cone of water from the large plastic blaster Tala has pulled from her bag. There is the hiss of a quenched furnace.