Hollow Earth Chronicles Novels & Stories

Blood dripped down from my forehead into my eyes as my strength began to elude me. “Help,” I called out weakly before collapsing. Face down on the dirt, I felt a presence hovering over me. Unlike what I experienced earlier, this was soothing that I felt relaxed and drifted into the darkness of my subconscious. ********* “Hold on to me, Caitlyn,” I heard my dad's voice. “Don't let it take control. You have to hold on to me. Caitlyn!”

"I'm a girl who wants the killing to stop. But if we don't act now, there will be no sun to go back to." ​The woman stood and looked at her people. "I am Lyra. If you can hold the shield, we will provide the focus. We are the discarded blood of two worlds, but together, we are the strength of the earth." The mountain groaned. High above, the sound of metal grinding against stone told them the High Circle’s weapon had arrived. The Colossus was a machine of divine magic, designed to crush entire cities under its weight.

He doesn’t touch the ground. But still—something stirs. The soil beneath him darkens, parting ever so slightly as lines carve themselves across it like invisible ink drawn by a steady, practiced hand. A symbol. I’ve seen it before. The one from Khael’s book about the curse. My breath catches. He’s trying to tell me something. The sky fractures again. The Hollow disappears. And a vision takes its place. This one is colder. Older. Heavy with death. I don’t just see it—I feel it sinking into my bones, into the marrow of the place where time broke apart and never stitched back together.

Soft and golden, like dawn breaking through ash. And then the world cracked. --- They fell. Not through air or stone or flame, but through time. Through the memory of the Hollow itself. Isabella landed first, stumbling on ground that did not exist, surrounded by echoes of lives long past. Shadows flickered around her—scenes from centuries ago. She saw the founding of the Hollow. The crowning of the First Flame. The betrayal of the Choir. The sealing of the root. Arthur landed beside her, blinking in disbelief. "What is this?"

"But we have the water, we have the light, and we have the time." Toby and Leo joined us, their silver and silver-silver eyes reflecting the new dawn. We stood together as a family, a line of light against the remaining shadows of the North. The "Global Triage" had truly become a "Sovereign Triage," and as the first of the Hollowed Wolves let out a tentative, shaky howl of belonging, I knew that the Silver Moon had finally become the sanctuary it was meant to be. But as I looked toward the horizon, I felt a faint, distant tremor in the earth, a vibration that didn't come from the Stone Sister or the Skarn. It was a rhythm I didn't recognize, coming from the lands beyond the Tundra.

Perry had attempted to kidnap Kora years ago with the help of a single friend, Luci was only able to capture one of them and Perry has been his slave ever since, I thought that that would be my best bet for him to understand my struggle with wanting to protect Abby. Luci sighed through his nose and looked down for a moment in thought before he humored me, “Where would we even hide her for all eternity?” “Earth.” “Earth?” “If it’s a battle between Heaven and Hell then the best place to hide her is in another realm,” I explained. I had thought about it last night and found it to be the best option. With the portals of Heaven and Hell open and accessible, Earth would be the last place that they

The figure snapped its head toward her. Eleanor slammed the curtain shut so hard the rod rattled. She grabbed Lyra’s hand and pulled her away from the window. “We’re running out of time,” Eleanor said, her tone urgent and trembling. “If they’re here already, the Veil is weakening faster than I feared.” Lyra’s voice shook. “Grandma, what are they?” Eleanor met her eyes, no hesitation left. “They’re called Hollowborn. Creatures that slip through the cracks when the barrier between worlds weakens. They’re hunting something.” She paused, gripping Lyra’s marked wrist.

"All of you, clinging to a world that is already lost." The air shuddered. Dark tendrils coiled from his fingers, sinking into the ground. The Hollow Grounds trembled beneath them, the land splitting apart as something stirred beneath. "It is time." After those words the ground erupted. Dark energy tore through the Hollow Grounds, cracking stone and earth as massive, twisted forms emerged - beasts of shadow and decay. Their hollowed-out eyes burned with ember light, their claws dragging deep furrows into the soil as they lunged forward.

"A series of 'Dark-Nodes' are forming. They aren't Purists, and they aren't Architects. They’re something new—The Hollows." The Hollows were regions of the universe where the Expansion had moved too fast, leaving behind "Low-Resolution" zones where the reality was thin, grey, and hungry. They didn't have teams; they had "Eraser-Swarms" that sought to pull the vibrant, high-definition matter of the Sovereign Valley back into the void. The Call to the Rim

Just twin recesses that pulsed with blood-red light. The earth moaned beneath its weight. The ancient energy pouring from it pressed against Lyla’s chest like an iron hand. The Elder’s voice rose from across the pit, his form blurred by the writhing shadows. "Meet the first-born of the Hollowed. The one who tore the packs from the forest’s grace. The one who feeds on the magic of wolves." The Hollowed beast turned its sightless gaze toward them. The crimson hollows where its eyes should be pulsed once.