Hollow Gamer Novels & Stories

“A doorway. Nothing more.” My breath catches. Because for the first time, I see it. This isn’t Brad. Not anymore. This is something else. Something wearing him. Something using him. Something that tricked me. My voice comes out small. “What… what are you?” He steps close enough that the shadows brush my skin like cold fingers. “I am the Hallow,” he whispers. “And you, Jason, are a pawn who mistook himself for a king.” My blood runs cold. He knows. He knows I thought killing Brad would make me powerful. He knows I believed the lies. He knows I was used. And he enjoys it.

****** Aria POV The scent of his tobacco smoke filled the back of the SUV, heavy and suffocatingly familiar. I forced myself not to react, keeping my eyes fixed on the digital schematics Zero was feeding to my wrist terminal. Malakai was circling the truth like a shark sensing blood in the water. He didn't have the final proof —he couldn't possibly fathom that the fragile, broken girl he had rescued from a staged syndicate purge was actually the mythical assassin Ghost. To him, Ghost was a historical nightmare, a weapon utilized by the older generation of syndicates. He had no idea I had used the civilian cover story to permanently escape that blood-soaked life, only for his own possessivene

Chapter 4 : The Past Aqua didn't always have to hide who she was. She didn't always have to keep secrets. There was a time when her life was filled with laughter, love, and the open embrace of her unique heritage. Born in the hidden town of Silver Cove , Aqua grew up surrounded by family and friends who cherished her for who she was. Her striking white hair, a mark of her lineage, was a source of pride, not something to be concealed.

My designs were fresh and alive, quickly winning the elite markets. Successful launches and killer sales reports solidified my spot and reputation. Only height brought true freedom. The old me traded three years of grit for a ticket out of hell. The new me chased dreams with talent and hustle in the vast world. The End

The government’s towers were nothing but blackened skeletons of twisted steel, but the damage they had inflicted was walking toward us on two legs. They emerged from the fog in clusters: silent, rhythmic, and terrifyingly orderly. These were the "Hollows." Unlike the Unbound, who carried the chaotic, violet fire of the Elder blood in their eyes, these people were empty. Their pupils were fixed and dilated, their faces devoid of the micro-expressions that signal human thought or emotion. In clinical terms, they were suffering from a Total Cognitive Erasure. The frequency wall had not just blocked their resonance: it had performed a localized "Format" of their cerebral cortex.

Sienna let out a laugh, then placed her cell phone back into her pocket. That was right. She was going to open a shop. To be exact, she was going to establish an ultra-modern technology experience hall. The name would be Universal Atrium. As the name implied, Universal Atrium covered a variety of novelty items that were not readily available to the public. There would be a variety of projects and games, as well as a holographic game pod that would allow an immersive experience. To put it simply, the person who entered the holographic game pod would be able to experience all senses in the game, including pain, smell, vision, and so forth. Everything that they felt in the game would be similar

“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.

"A series of 'Dark-Nodes' are forming. They aren't Purists, and they aren't Architects. They’re something new—The Hollows." The Hollows were regions of the universe where the Expansion had moved too fast, leaving behind "Low-Resolution" zones where the reality was thin, grey, and hungry. They didn't have teams; they had "Eraser-Swarms" that sought to pull the vibrant, high-definition matter of the Sovereign Valley back into the void. The Call to the Rim

" Sean said histerically. Everyone tries to think of a way still looking at the screen. When the culprit finally shows his face on the camera. " good afternoon, are you happy to see me? You have been searching for me right? Here I am! Haha, but I guess you have to find me first hahaha" the dome was filled with his creepy laugh. " and look, I have here the most famous and the talked of the town! The very own Ashley Gray Hansons. The first female gamer in the E-sports industry." Ashley looked regaining her consciousness and tries to tilt when her head hurt feeling like she has been hit a million times. " oh, lucky! She's finally wake up!"

I stood, nodded to the guard, and walked back to my cell. Jonathan would know about this visit within the hour. That was the thing about people who played these games…they always underestimated how far ahead the other side was already thinking. And Jonathan Hart was always thinking.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​