Hollow From Bleach Novels & Stories

" 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

chest. The blade crunched through the bone-wood. I twisted it. The creature shuddered and fell apart, turning into a pile of white dust at my feet. "They're fragile!" I shouted into the comms. "Hit them hard!" "They're swarming!" Kai yelled back. To my left, a Sanctuary soldier—a young wolf named Jace—was too slow. A Hollow Man grabbed him. It didn't stab him. It just... held him. Jace screamed. But it wasn't a scream of pain. It was a scream of erasure. Where the white hands touched his tactical armor, the color drained away. The black Kevlar turned gray, then white, then crumbled into dust. The hands touched his skin. Jace’s skin turned gray. His eyes rolled back. "No!" I screamed, lungin

Evangeline swallowed, her throat raw. “The Outer Veil. We’re moving west, towards Aetherreach. The Hollow breached the inner sanctum less than an hour ago.” “I don’t even know what the Hollow is.” Evangeline’s chest tightened as Cassius met her unblinking and steady eyes “They are what was left when hope was ripped from something that used to be alive.” he replied, grumpily, as though forced to speak. "That’s not even an answer.” Evangeline blinked. “True, but it’s the only one that fits, goddess.” Selene shrugged.

Extreme Anchor SeveranceHe can no longer hear Elara or Kael’s mental link.Terminal "He’s flatlining," Rhys whispered, his hands shaking as he monitored the energy readouts. "The bolt isn't just a weapon; it’s a cancel-command. It’s telling his body that the shifter gene doesn't exist. If we don't pull it out and bridge his core in the next ten minutes, he’ll become a 'Hollow'—a human shell with a dead soul."

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 hollow shrieked, edges flaring violently, tendrils striking unpredictably, but the lattice held, chaotic yet coherent. The ally from the crevice moved forward, releasing a surge of stabilizing energy that intertwined with the twin currents. “It will test you in ways you cannot foresee,” the figure said quietly. “The hollow is older than anything you have faced. Its hunger is intelligence and instinct combined. It will try to break you, physically, mentally, spiritually.” Kael’s eyes narrowed. “Then we stand. We adapt. Together.”

"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.

I think he enjoyed seeing his cum leak down my thighs. We stayed pressed against the wall, panting. For a second, his forehead rested against my shoulder. Then he pulled out, untied me roughly, and stepped back. “Clean up and leave. This shouldn’t have happened. You’re getting too close to him.” Stupid me, I should have gotten used to his attitude but no. I still get hurt whenever he pushes me away. “I know you’re the Ghost, people keep talking about. You don’t have to hide from me.”

Morwen’s hands shook as she drew a new one in her own blood. Veyra chanted, voice trembling, offering her animus like a sacrifice. They placed fresh relics,black crystals, bone shards, and a lock of hair wrapped in silver thread into the center. They were trying to rebind the Hollow. To force it back under their control. I almost laughed. They didn’t understand. The Hollow wasn’t a tool. It was a consequence. And consequences don’t obey liars. I left them there, bleeding and begging in the dark, and returned to my dorm.

“Not anymore.” Avery stepped closer cautiously. “What is this place?” “The Hollow Between,” the figure replied. “Where the failed come to linger.” She glanced around. There were hundreds — maybe thousands — drifting through the fog. Some sat upon broken pillars; others knelt as if in prayer. None of them looked at one another. “You were all… like me?” she asked quietly. “No,” said another voice. This one belonged to a woman whose eyes glowed faintly blue. Her spectral cloak shimmered, torn in a pattern that looked almost deliberate. “We were less. You are different.”