Hollow Evolution Bleach Novels & Stories

Then entered them both. Aria collapsed to her knees, her body trembling. Kaelion rushed to her side, his mark blazing. “It’s starting,” he said. Aria nodded, her voice thin. “The child is coming.” Luna knelt beside her. “We’ll protect you.” Aria gripped her hand. “Protect them.” The Hollowed arrived at dawn. Cloaked in ash, crowned in silence. Their marks were inverted, their eyes hollow. They didn’t speak. They simply moved. And the Grove responded.

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.

Lozano here just chuckled at the both of us. “Now why don’t you kill me like what you said huh? Elexier?” *phone beeps* I punched my steering wheel and I can see that my eyes are slowly forming drops of teras. But I cleared kit right away because I won’t see the roe. I swear! I’m gonna make him pay! Wait for me Amira, I’ll come and save you both!

CHAPTER 11 — Cold & Warm A younger woman appeared at the top of the grand staircase. Her hair was loose, and she wore a casual yet expensive matching blouse and skirt that made her look effortlessly beautiful. With familiar brown eyes and facial structure, Kallista thought she must be a Hawthorne. “You must be the new bride,” the woman said, descending the stairs with an intimidating grace. “Lila,” Evelyn said sharply. “What?” Lila shrugged, her sharp blue eyes raking over Kallista. “I’m just introducing myself. Lila Hawthorne, Jaxon’s cousin.”

My soul was trembling in fear. The heartbeat kept on growing, fading. Over time the sound was increasing. A dusty window from where a gust of wind came caught my attention as I moved my head following it. Just at that moment, the flashlight fell on my eyes, and I glanced back at the entrance with a minimal gaze. I noticed a shadow standing in front of me, wearing a long white blanket and holding a lantern in one hand. "ARHHHHHH!" I screamed, rivalled by the blast of thunder and rain.

Amanda started shaking in fear, her eyes turned glossy as she pleaded him with her eyes. "You want to help me with my stress... Amanda?..." He said Maniacally lightly pressing the knife against her smooth skin making her tilt her head. "Let's release the stress then... Let me carve your skin with my knife, I want to admire it when blood will run down on your arms when I cut deep on it. Red suits your skin. I want to watch your soul leaving your body when you have no blood to lose Anymore..." He whispered darkly. Amanda started shaking and crying looking at his psycho behavior.

A white rose lay on the floor dripping with blood. A small, shiny blade lay beside it. A beautiful object in such a terrible and painful condition. The blood stain on it did not hide it's immaculate and beautiful nature. She puffed smoke in the air and took a sip of the liquor beside her, as she glared at the bleeding rose with sad and anguish filled eyes, it told a lot about her and her agony. She was as beautiful as the rose in front of her.

CHAPTER SIXTY NINE ALPHA AIDEN'S POV : "That's a good start, so how do we get them out and kill the Hollow?" I asked her. "There's only one way to defeat the Hollow, is to get the blood of a powerful descendant, if we could get it, I know a spell that I'll add it too that will kill the Hollow forever" she explained. "But how do we get it now?" I questioned. We have a start and we had no start at all, so complicated.

But the habit of caring about him hadn’t faded yet. “Almost there,” Fen said. “You keep saying that.” “I keep meaning it.” Then the trees opened up, and I stopped. The Hollow wasn’t what I expected. I’d pictured something gloomy, like the rest of the Growth, full of rot, murk, and things with strange eyes. But this was different. The trees here were old, older than anything I’d seen, with trunks as wide as houses and roots rising from the ground in arches tall enough to walk under. In the center was a pool, still and black, perfectly round, as if someone had pressed a coin into the earth. The air shivered with a faint hum, so low I felt it more than heard it, vibrating somewhere in my bones.

The “Infection Pods” hit the reinforced pavement of Aethelgard with the wet, sickening sound of glass breaking over a grave. From the pools of black, viscous liquid, the “Hollowed” emerged. They weren’t the Ghost Pack we had fought before, and they weren’t the noble Lithic-Wolves of the desert. They were something far more efficient and far more terrifying. They were humans who had been instantaneously rewritten by the pathogen—their bones elongated until they snapped, their skin turned to a translucent, sickly grey, and their eyes replaced by the single, horizontal red slit of the Architects.