Novel & Cerita Hollow City The Graphic Novel

*"The City will feast on your doubt. Give me control, and I'll spare the king." "Eden," I whispered as he slept. "If I don't come back-" "*Don't.*" His fingers tangled in mine. "We're in this together. Always." --- **KELLY'S POV** The Hollow City revealed itself at twilight, a mirage of spires and bridges that shimmered like a heat haze. As we approached, the ground softened, buildings rising from the earth like bones. "It's alive," Eden breathed. "And hungry," Selene muttered, hanging back.

I stayed at the cemetery all night. … I got home the next day around noon. The swing in the yard had been cut down and replaced with an easel. The pond my daughter loved had been filled in. The red goldfish she raised were now stuffed specimens for Pete's paintings. When she saw me frozen in the yard, Jody's face flushed with guilt. She grabbed my hand.

Emotionally The endless darkness collapses inward around the lonely figure And for the first time The hunger disappears BOOM The heartbeat echoes softly through existence. Steady. Warm. The galaxies blaze brilliantly again And suddenly Light reaches the Hollow Not consuming it. Embracing it ************************************************* The darkness surrounding the Hollow slowly peels away. Layer after layer. Revealing the figure hidden inside. My breath catches instantly. Because beneath all the void It looks human Not exactly. Never exactly. But close enough to hurt The Hollow stares at its own hands in shock. “I…” Its voice trembles violently. “…can still become something else?” Before

But I tore my attention away and checked the next on the pile. Primogentius; The creation, was slightly thicker with a picture of what I assumed was the original Primogentius and again I found myself eager to open the book and start reading. Primogentius; Requirements of a secret city apparently detailed all of the work that was required to keep the city running, the thick book was a lot less enticing, but I expected that it would answer a lot of my questions.

"That's not enough time to evacuate billions of people." "No," Hawthorne agreed. "It's not. But it's what we have." On the horizon, I could see a city vanishing. Not burning. Not collapsing. Simply ceasing to be. One moment, the skyline of buildings stood against the setting sun. The next moment, nothing. Empty land, as if no city had ever been there. And the worst part? I watched people around me forget. "What city was that?" someone asked, pointing at the empty horizon. "What city?" another replied, confused. "There's nothing there."

“Are you guys ready to finally do as we were formed to do?” My eyes glared at Callighan as he lifted his head up to the sky. Once that loud howl came from him, we all prepared ourselves as the wolves charged at us altogether. All we could do was fight to our hearts desire. One charged at me and right when I thought life was over for me, the gunshots came right after him. Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! However, those shots were not enough… -To Be Continued- The End of Book 2

I was the Origin, the Queen of the Void, and yet I felt like a ghost haunting my own life. Hours passed—or maybe years. In the carriage, time didn't exist. Finally, the horses slowed to a stop. "We have arrived," the man said. We stepped out into a city that shouldn't have existed. It was built in the center of a giant, ancient crater. The buildings were made of black glass and white bone, reaching up toward a sky that was permanently stuck in a deep, blood-red sunset. This was the **City of the Seam**, the hidden heart of the world’s magic.

The dark city was illuminated by lights, and he got up in search of an exit with the flashlight in his hand. *** Early that morning, Novemton received urgent news that the Eight Hollows had appeared at the natural moat. It looked as though they were ready to invade at any given moment.

Chapter 13 – The Hollow Network The river glowed faintly under the fractured moon, its surface slick with oil and ash. Clara stood knee-deep in mud, staring at the tag in her hand. PHASE C – ACTIVE. The letters seemed to breathe, their etched grooves shimmering as if lit from within. Behind her, the city whispered distant sirens, power lines humming, the ghost of traffic that no longer moved. Every sound felt amplified, yet hollow, like an echo from somewhere that didn’t quite exist.

The city never slept, and neither did her heartbeat. Ari weaved through the crowded streets, heels clacking against cracked pavement, neon signs reflecting off puddles like broken mirrors. The air smelled of fried food, gasoline, and something else—something electric, almost alive. She pulled her hoodie tighter around her, trying to disappear into the shadows, but she never quite could. Not when the city hummed with life, not when danger lurked just out of sight, and certainly not when he was near.