Hollow From Bleach Novels & Stories

“Stay close. No one falls behind.” As we crossed an invisible line in the earth, the world dimmed. It wasn’t just the lack of light, the bond inside me dimmed too. The silver thread that had burned bright since the temple felt faint now, like a candle flickering against the dark. “Lyra…” I breathed. “Something’s wrong.” Her face was tight with concentration. “It’s the Hollow. It strips everything away. Power, sight, strength. It feeds on what it can’t control.”

Baylee whispered, before she could stop herself. Melody nodded slowly. “Yeah,” she said quietly. “Blood.” Baylee’s skin prickled. Melody tapped the inked circle. “The Hollow King is what comes when the Veil smells that kind of wound. He’s the instinct of that other side. A hunger. A drive. He’s not a god with thoughts and plans you can bargain with. He’s the pressure of a hand on glass. He’s the thing that says, ‘Open, open, open.’”

“Then we make this moment matter.” In the distance, the Harbinger reassembled. Its form, once pristine and emotionless, now trembled with barely contained fury. The mirror-like surface of its face had cracked beyond recognition, revealing swirling black beneath—a void that devoured light. “You think you’ve won?” it snarled. “You’ve severed one thread. The tapestry remains. The Hollow is the tapestry.” Kaela narrowed her eyes. “Then we burn it all.” The relic blade pulsed in agreement, resonating with Kaela’s rage and Ethan’s resolve. Together, they stepped toward the collapsing core—the heart of the Hollow’s influence. A place born from silence, shaped by sorrow, and fed through generations

A vast heartbeat echoed beneath our feet. “The Hollow,” I breathed. “It’s not gone.” She reached for me, but the mark on my chest flared crimson and burned through my veins. My body arched and my pulse was hammering like drums of war. The Hollow’s voice spoke again, but not in my mind this time. It was behind her. She froze, with the blood draining from her face. I saw her mouth open, but no sound came out, because the Hollow’s voice was no longer inside her; it was standing right behind her.

Then she whispered to his ears, her eyes resting on me, “Your reward for tonight will be more than what we do. Suck as many places you can. F*k as many places that you can. And eat as many places that you can.” “Oh goddess you’re making me c*m already, baby.” For a moment I taught if there had known where they were. If they had been doing a lot at the secret doesn’t mean it will be a show in public. In front of the pack. “She was nothing before this night,” she added softly, loud enough for everyone to hear as she moved towards me. “And she’ll return to nothing now.” The circle broke. The fire dimmed. “Winter Hollow, dismiss.” Elder Soran screamed.

“The seal hasn’t held.” Mireya’s grip tightened on her sword. “Then we reseal it. Tell us how.” Serenya shook her head. “It’s too late. The Hollow is alive now. It’s feeding on the space between us.” Kaelen pressed his hand against the mirror. The glass felt hot under his palm. “Then let me pull you out before it takes you.” “It’ll take you instead,” she said. “That’s how it works. One leaves, one stays.”

Then slowly— began collapsing inward. Not attacking. Not consuming. Unraveling. Like a system suddenly losing the logic that held it together. The black mass beneath the floor shuddered. A deep, hollow scream echoed once more— then faded. The silver fractures inside its body cracked open. Light poured out. Then silence. The Hollow collapsed inward completely. And vanished. For a long moment, nobody moved. Dust fell. Stone cracked softly. The mountain groaned. But the battle was over. Ronan blinked.

Celeste howled in pain, the sound made me ache. The old witch drew her blade slowly down leaving a trail of thick blood. When she pulled the knife back a gaping hole was still in Celeste side. That's when I realized the blade must be made of platinum because she wasn't healing quickly. Hildegarde reached her hand inside the hole; Celeste cringed but still remained still. When she took her bloody hand out, inside it was a rugged shaped crystal. It shined and thumped magnificently, as if it were alive. Celeste

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.

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.