Hollow From Bleach Novels & Stories

The entrance was shaped like a perfect circle—smooth, black stone rimmed with glyphs that pulsed with light when Aria stepped forward. “They recognize you,” Lena murmured. Aria’s breath trembled. “No. They recognize what I carry.” She stepped into the circle, and the world folded inward. --- Inside the Hollow, there was no wind. No sound. Only stars. Thousands of them, glittering along the walls, the floor, the ceiling—no sky above, only endless void speckled with light. The air hummed with quiet magic. Each step echoed with memory. Kael touched the walls. “This isn’t stone.”

It was chaos given voice. The scream, amplified by her Lunarblood power and the focused will of every bonded soul in the Vale, hit the Hollow Man like a physical wave. It didn't destroy it. It… *filled* it. The blank mask didn't crack. It *blushed*. A faint, rosy color seeped into the pale wood, like a drop of wine in water. The Hollow Man staggered back, its hands flying to its mask. All around the clearing, the other Hollow Men recoiled. The curated silence they carried couldn't withstand the primal, messy truth of that sound. The darkened waystones on their belts flickered and went dark, not with corruption, but with simple dormancy, as if overwhelmed.

“Anytime!” I had barely finished undressing when Ash shifted in a flash of blue light. Our shift has gradually become instantaneous. Over the last few weeks of training my glow, as I shift, has gotten brighter and quicker. This power will be beneficial in the coming battle. Aniya went over some moves with me before she jumped to the side of the mat. She shifted and activated the puppets Nichole made. A human puppet tackled me while I was watching Aniya. I quickly recovered and donkey kicked its head off. A few more came at me from different directions trying to split my attention. They were no match for me and Ash. We took them out with ease.

“No, brother… you are hollow.” That word struck deeper than I cared to admit. Hollow. It meant I was empty. I knew I wasn’t supposed to care but it hurt me. Maybe because it was coming from him. I snarled. The black magic in me went wild. “Enough!” I sent a blast his way. The blast I unleashed was merciless. It was a rough spear of darkness that pierced his defenses like they were paper. His body convulsed. He screamed in agony before he slumped forward.

Bradley’s face had gone blank and pale, he was fading away. Hex came to my side where I was still staring at the nearly-dead Bradley before proceeding. I looked at Hex and gave him a look and a nod, he then leaped onto Bradley and began devouring him. “Don’t go too fast, Hex, be sure to savor this one,” I recommended to him before making the side door reappear and exiting the garage, discarding my bloodied shirt, and setting it aflame inside my hand. I loved that trick.

So is the wine glass on the nightstand, half-full and left there because no one is going to complain about it. She is forty-five years old, and she is not unhappy. That is, she realizes, a catastrophic thing to be. The heart attack is fast, which she will later understand as mercy. There is no dramatic final thought, no parade of faces. There is only the crack in the ceiling and then the particular absence of everything — and then, with no transition she can account for, there is light. Fluorescent. Institutional. The kind that hums. "Serra." She blinks.

" 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.

“Piano. Something slow. I think you played it once.” “I did. Before Eidolon, I taught for a while.” “That makes sense,” he said softly. “There’s something about your hands. Like they know both creation… and destruction.” That brought a tight laugh to my throat. “You don’t forget some things.” He didn’t answer, but when our fingers brushed as I handed him the canteen, he didn’t pull away. Small miracles. The Hollow was a concrete scar in the mountains. Once, it had relayed global signals through an array of underground servers. Now, it was dead—except for the chamber Paladin had marked in red ink. There, behind layers of steel and rock, lay a terminal unlike any I’d seen before.

“Don’t talk to them.” “Well, they’re talking to me!” “They’re trying to get inside your head.” Too late for that. The voice from before stirred faintly within me, warm and dangerous. They recognize you. “No,” I whispered under my breath. Kael glanced at me sharply. “What did it say?” I froze. “You can hear it too?” “No,” he said immediately. “But I can see when it’s speaking.” That somehow felt worse. A Hollow stepped forward slowly. Unlike the others, this one wore remnants of silver armor beneath the shadows curling around its body. Its face looked almost normal until it smiled too wide.

“Sister mine.” She points at Moira. The bone knife explodes. Splinters drive into Moira’s chest. She staggers, shock breaking through the burned mask. “You— you’re not—” “Hollow,” Wrath says from the doorway. He’s covered in black blood. Not his. One of the Others hangs limp in his grip. Its neck is bent wrong. “The Hollow are not dead, Alpha. They evolved.” He drops the body. It hits the floor and dissolves into gold light. The light flows toward Clay. Toward Love. Toward Cael.