Hollow From Bleach Novels & Stories

“It’s singing.” “No,” Serena whispered, voice thick. “They are.” Elias stepped beside her, face tilted to the sky. “The ashes?” Serena nodded, watching the embers drifting on the breeze like petals. “They remember us. And now they’re answering.” The Hollow Transforms Where once the Hollow had been a dead wound in the world—quiet, forgotten, scorched—it now pulsed with life. Vines curled across stone, shimmering like veins of gold. Petals unfurled from branches thought long dead. The blackened earth healed beneath their feet, glowing faintly like an ember-stained tapestry.

only her. Jade's POV That was amazing, I guess I can check kitchen sex off the list. I looked over at Blake as he pulled his sweatpants up, his back decorated with new marks and some of them cut deep enough that they were starting to bleed, "I really think I should trim my nails." I said. He walked up to me and took my hands in his, "I thought we already talked about this." he smiled. "Yeah but you're bleeding."

"And you never know when to stop calling me cute." "That's because you are and you blush every time I call you that." "I don't!" I protested, my cheeks burning up. "It's just the sun. That's all." He laughed. "Sure. Let's go with that." After a few butterfly strokes, I got bored and sat at the edge of the pool. I looked up and squinted my eyes at the bright sunshine around. It's rays warmed me up while the silence around made me relax even more. "I don't want to go home," I said with a sigh, making Higan to look at me.

Something like air leaking from a balloon. His body was torn through from shoulders to thighs and he was pinned to the table completely. At least the spikes distracted him from the burn. They added a new sensation of pain so great, his mind wasn't even capable of comprehending it. He wondered vaguely if he'd gone into shock; if it was even possible for one such as he. He opened his eyes to slits and saw six faces watching with horrified fascination as his blood; his strength, as it were; flowed from his body and through the drain. They all looked exactly as he would have expected; both hungry and disgusted.

Rai explained arrogantly. "Sorry—" he said dryly, "—I don't know anything about the Haltz Clan is because I live in the human world. My name is Albert... Albert Valentino. I'm also a vampire, to be precise—" "—a hybrid vampire, huh?" cut Rai. "How do you know?" asked Al confused. Rai raised his index finger and pointed it at Al, "Your skin… is too red." "Too... red...?" and Al immediately saw the color of his skin. "Is he color blind? My skin is obviously olive," he thought. However, a scream immediately stopped Al's thoughts.

It barely cut through the thick air, but it was enough to reveal symbols—etched into every surface, moving like snakes beneath glass. Damien wiped the blood from his temple and looked around. “Where the hell are we?” “I think…” I swallowed. “We’re inside the Hollow.” Theo turned sharply. “Impossible. The Hollow is metaphysical. It’s not a place you fall into—” “Tell that to my ribs,” Damien grunted. “No,” I interrupted. “It’s not just a place. It’s a living thing. And Mira’s been feeding it.” That silenced them. I took a shaky step forward, drawn by the faint thrum in the sword. It pulsed in my hand like a heartbeat, syncing with the glow beneath our feet.

Koa checked another. “He's breathing.” Zenith remained focused on Malachai. The light around her intensified. Malachai screamed. The darkness began peeling away from his body. For one moment, I saw the man beneath it. Older than any ordinary human should have been. Exhausted. Terrified. And utterly alone. Then something inside him looked at me. Not Malachai but The Hollow.

Mason felt Bramble recoil beside him. Then something changed. The black crack in the chamber wall opened. The Hollow. Except it was small. Barely more than shadow. Liora looked at it. The shadow reached toward her. Evander shouted, “Don’t touch it!” Liora reached anyway. The moment her fingers entered the darkness— every stolen memory hit her. Thousands. Grief. Love. Fear. Names. Children. Homes. Lives. Liora screamed. The Hollow exploded outward.

Several things seemed off—strange in a way she could not immediately explain. Eirene's instincts took over before her mind could piece together the fragments of confusion. She grabbed Naomi’s hand and said uncertainly, “You're real.” Naomi blinked in disbelief. “Of course I’m real! I’m human. Do you think I’m a ghost?” Eirene did not respond. Instead, she held her head. “Why does my head feel empty? As far as I can recall, I just donated blood, and then we went to the rest room.”

“But hearts break. Your hollowness is my triumph. Join me, and we’ll unweave this flawed balance.” The hollowness roared, a tide of despair, and she saw a new vision: the nexus gone, her companions erased, herself a shadow weaving chaos. Her glow faltered, her knees buckling, but a memory pierced the darkness—her mother’s hand on her cheek, Kade’s steady grip, Selene’s quiet strength, Lucas’s defiant grin, Bryan’s unwavering light. They were her truth, not this lie.