Hollow Gamer Novels & Stories

It was the normal way a prey always relaxes when the predator steps away… forgetting that sometimes, the beast only backs off to sharpen its claws. I stood at the top of the cliffs of Death Hollow now, the wind howling in the air, the sky was bleeding, the earth soaked with death, black mist curling at my feet. The death hollow was a little realm I had crafted for myself. Below me were my chosen circle— my generals, sergeants, war lords. Those I had chosen to keep. Those I hadn’t sacrificed for the game. Because that’s what this is, isn’t it? A game. And Ava?

To pay off my student loans, I started doing spicy streams online. I never thought I'd actually blow up. Every night, my audience floods the chat, fawning over my face and my body. I love the attention, and I work hard to give them what they want. Until I was dropped into a horror game. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a rotting corpse. And for some reason, my livestream was still running. When the game’s Boss told us all to pick a weapon to die by.

It was a mask, carved from pale, lacquered wood. The features were smooth, blank, and eerily serene. “They wear these. They don’t speak. They don’t fight unless cornered. They just… watch. And place the stones.” Mira picked up the mask, her healer’s senses probing. “There’s no malice in this. No anger. It’s… empty. A perfect void. It doesn't feel like a corruption of something good. It feels like the absence of anything at all.” The Geode-Singer’s envoy hummed, its light dimming as it focused. “The negative echo is not a twisted note. It is the *concept* of silence, given form. These ‘Hollow Men’ are not alive. They are vessels. Carriers of an idea.”

The word rumbled like thunder from his chest. Aric didn’t flinch. He looked Maxim in the eye and said, “I served longer than you ever breathed. And still the world is broken. The Hollow offers release from all of it.” I stepped forward, fire flaring useless in my hands. “No. They don’t offer release. They offer chains, and you wear them like a crown.” Aric’s smile widened, and for an instant, I swore the Hollow’s whispers carried on his breath. “Better a crown of shadow than a pyre of ash.”

It said I am going to be released but into a pack since I am not a rogue and fought against the rogues not with them. After showering and gathering my things I am on the plane home. I can only think of one thing: Drake.

She walked ahead while I trailed behind her. . . . Natalie's P. O. V It was a mall, but it did have a lot of things that interested me, from the restaurant to the supermarket, to boutiques... Everything. But the one I especially took interest in was the gaming center. I spent a great deal of time there, trying out all the games. " No, no, no! Don't die! " Xander murmured. I smiled smugly. " How did you learn like this?" Xander's asked, turning to me.

Sometimes, when her fingers hurt too much from typing, she rested by playing games. Gaming was her safe place. She was excellent at FPS, MOBA, and strategy games. In the gaming world, she was a mystery. She never showed her face. She never accepted sponsors. She never stayed in one place too long. She appeared, dominated, and disappeared. That was how she liked it. Many players and companies wanted her. They searched for her and chased her. But Cassienne remained a ghost. On the screen, messages began to appear. [Who is NULLWRAITH?]

Each one styled around a theme, doorways gaping like mouths, signage glaring overhead in neon, and blood‑red holo. We emerged into what could only be called a market. Not for food or weapons. For games. Stalls and kiosks had been set up in irregular rows, their counters manned by more of the blank‑faced attendants or slick, pre‑recorded holograms. Above each was a screaming banner: RED STREETS RUN MAZE RUN: HARD MODE LAST STAND: SOLO CAPTURE THE CORE PUZZLE GAUNTLET – COOPERATIVE TOWER ASCENT ONE BULLET

Bobby and Whitney decided I was the villain—cold, ungrateful, heartless. Behind my back, they told people I'd killed Arthur and was clawing at the company for myself. Then my ulcer came back with a vengeance. Blood, blackouts, black stools—the whole horror show. They didn't care. They locked me in my room. Said I was "faking it for attention" and refused to take me to the hospital. That's when it hit me. I'd been erased. Replaced. Lillian had my life. I collapsed on the floor, bleeding out.

Beyond that, more players were already leaving the Hollow, moving in small groups toward the outer edges, weapons appearing in their hands as they prepared to grind, while others lingered, talking, comparing, trying to piece together what they had gained before stepping into something they weren't fully ready for. The world wasn't waiting for them. It was moving. And they had to catch up. Riley exhaled slowly, his attention pulling back in. "Okay," he said quietly. "This is going to get messy fast." Aria smirked slightly. "Good," she said. "Means people who hesitate fall behind." Riley didn't respond to that. Because right now, *he* was the one who had to hesitate. At least until sunset. ---