Hollow Gamer Novels & Stories

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The hollow held a heartstone. The heartstone of the first hybrid line, the one from which all subsequent hybrid power descends, the one that the records describe as both anchor and amplifier, capable of strengthening or corrupting the hybrid bond depending on the intent of whoever wields it. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The hollow is empty. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The name carved beside it is one Araya has heard recently, spoken with fear and anger in equal measure, the name of the person who removed the heartstone from this hollow and had it forged into something new, something weaponized, something currently in the hands of a half-burned figure moving through the eastern borders wit

The way her mother had decided things. Not asked. Not negotiated. *Decided.* Kairen recognized it. She saw him recognize it. Saw the expression move across his face— Grief and love and something that was almost a smile. Almost. "She sounds like you," he said quietly. "Yes," Luna said. "Tell me about the Hollow One." He breathed. "The Hollow One is not a being in the conventional sense," Kairen said. "Not a wolf. Not a goddess. Not anything with a fixed form or a name in the way you and I have names."

The two chuckled mockingly. My head dangled, the disgusting smell of sweat and decay filling my nose. Nausea threatened to make me throw up. I forced down the lump in my throat, fighting the distractions so I could pay attention. We were stepping into somewhere enclosed. It smelt a bit fresher, like it was better ventilated but it was dark and cold. The sound of water flowing in the distance caught my attention. ‘Where the hell is this?’ They stopped. Someone lit a huge candle on a cylindrical stand, lighting up the room. “Hold her down.” he said.

he asked with a smile, adjusting the leather hauberk that held his broadsword across his back and the belt at his waist where the sheath for his ceremonial dagger rested. "No, just cold," Brand lied through gritted teeth. His brother just laughed at him. "Don't worry, Brother. It will all be over soon, then we can get to the feasting," Brodi told him jovially. Brand frowned at him. "Easy for you to say," he muttered. "Really, Brother. I know you missed our ceremony, but believe me, I was just as nervous as you are." "It's the truth," Gunnar said, coming up to stand next to them, dressed in his own warrior finery. "He was sweating buckets. I thought we were going to have to run to the house a

For the next couple of hours, all he had to worry about was the horde of angry dwarves that stood between him and the treasure. Jack logged into his private user account. He was a man with multiple personalities—or at least it felt like it at times. To his eight hundred thousand or so YouTube followers he was the head of Q the leading authority in all things tech and gaming…that was his goal, anyway. But tonight wasn’t about his YouTube channel or live streaming or even a game review, this was just a man and his controller and the simple pleasure of getting lost in the pixels on screen and pretending he was a high fae guardian with a long sword—not a euphemism. His private screen name was JJ

I had once stood in front of a travel program and quietly said that I wanted to see those places when I grew up. Several months later, Mother returned and contacted a child advocacy organization. Hundreds of thousands of people watched when the livestream began. Mother sat before the camera after her hair had gone mostly white. The empty wooden box rested on the table in front of her. For the first time, she told the world the truth about the black and gold stick game.

I find myself actually having somewhat of a good time at their dumb concert. "Fall in love with hobos like us," Jam sings, wiggling up and down like a worm, "cause you can't run and you can't hide," Gland raps, looking very intimidating while doing so -- you really can't run and hide from him, he'll find you. Oog finally concludes the song, "You and us gonna munch the sky! Dung Number 5!" The three 'stars' throw their mics into the air and sprint to the edge of the stage before diving headfirst off of it like insane people. AJ shrieks and runs to catch their stage-dive but I pull her back before she can get squashed by them.

The Prince only have the two most trusting men beside him, they could die for him and swore their whole faith to the empire. "Right, welcome everyone, I'm Roman Hers and my colleague Ashton Welsh should be here but I think he's running late." He chuckled to light up the tension, he was hot not handsome like Rhyker and Ashton but not my style. I think he will suit Faine's style pretty much. Blond gold hair, grey piercing eyes, his nose crooked making it look like a fighter.

I had a death grip on him. The rest of the mansions flooring was marble and I had expected every room that we entered to have such flooring, but this room was different. It was almost like a jungle gym, a training room, with weaponry on one side of the room against a wall and various setups for climbing, jumping, pulling, pushing, there was even a water tank there for some reason. “Am I supposed to prepare for a war or lose ten pounds?” I jokingly murmured to Damien as we stepped in and he chuckled.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h