Hollow Gamer Novels & Stories

Then, I saw it. Rising above the skyline, a massive digital billboard flickered to life. It wasn't an advertisement for the latest mobile technology or a product . It was him. Julian Vane looked back at me with a cold, predatory intensity that physically stopped the breath in my lungs. He was leaning against the plexiglass boards of an ice rink, his Hawks jersey pulled across his shoulders that had grown impossibly broad since I'd last seen him. His face, once soft with boyish charm, was now a masterpiece of harsh angles and lethal symmetry. The caption, glowing in bold, gold letters against the blue backdrop, read: THE GHOST RETURNS: CHAMPIONSHIP RUN 2026.

Nora, leaning on Nathaniel and staying mostly quiet, didn’t offer many toasts of her own, but by the end of the night, Godbreaker had been thoroughly introduced to every person at that table. By the time dinner wrapped, even the Secretary himself had referred to the game as an “early pilot project for the holographic era” a label it had earned in her last life until it had already conquered the entire country.

“A name. Who is it?” “I don’t know,” Aric admitted. “They call themselves The Hollow. No one’s seen their face, but their influence is growing.” Annabel stepped closer, her eyes narrowing. “And why are you telling me this?” Aric held her gaze. “Because if they succeed, there won’t be a pack left to lead.” The meeting broke apart in a flurry of whispers and speculation. Annabel returned to her tent with the rogue and Mila, their expressions grim. “This Hollow,” Mila said. “Do you think it’s real?”

" Malakai smirked when he thought of the answer. "We're ghosts baby." Malakai responded and Eden wanted to laugh, but she was so confused at the same time. "Huh? The fuck do you mean?" Eden said and looked up to see a mischievous glint in her boyfriend's eyes. "I have someone, a hacker, his name is Rhys. He'd remove everyone's DNA, their information and everything there is about them off the systems of the world. When you joined the agency, he did the same. In short, we don't exist little one." Malakai said and Eden's eyes widened. She never knew the extent to which Malakai could go.

"We'll retain the current general manager at Hulk's and get Frank Moretz, a production manager at GameSpace to be the CEO." GameSpace, unlike Hulk, is a fast-rising gaming company in the United States of America. I used to play one of their games called Trojan Dash; two years and I haven't been able to enter level five. I thought it's a bit sly of us to steal their general manager and make him a CEO but then again, it's nothing personal. It might even work in my favour. I mean, I could just tackle him one day and make him confess what the secret to entering level five is.

“I’m Zen. No family name, I cut all connections with them. My family now consist of Big brother Wind and big sister Sasha. My speciality is something different from everyone. I’ve never killed before and honestly, I wish for as little meaningless deaths in this game as possible. There is a way to clear this death game with as little casualties as possible. I believe we will be able to clear the VR dungeons faster than Guild Carnage can kill everyone because my special ability is the Gamer.” Silence. Nobody spoke. Behind Zen, Sasha and Liu Feng appeared proud. Akiko was expressionless as usual, but there was a glint in her eyes for those who looked closer. Yes, this was Zen the gamer - their

Keon sat in the low glow of his gaming room, eyes glued to the monitor as his fingers danced across the keyboard and mouse. The rhythmic clicking echoed through the room, the sound of rapid-fire shots and explosions filling the air as he maneuvered his character through an intense solo match. On the screen, his avatar weaved through enemy fire, jumping between platforms and dodging obstacles in a futuristic, high-tech battlefield—a game that required not just skill but lightning-fast reflexes.

“Mike? Doctor Frank is here. You will turn eighteen years old in one year. You will completely lose your chance if you wait to start your genetic treatment! As usual, polite and official. Mike focused on the game cartridge in his hand and ignored the message. Bright red color with a thumbnail-sized size. Mike pushed the cartridge that had consumed all of his savings into the virtual helmet's cartridge slot after checking it. Tuck! The speaker of the virtual helmet let out an alert. He didn't bother. When it came to an underground game, there was evidently neither a manufacturer's warning nor a safety hazard warning. This game made the claim that it could be 100% realistic when it first came

Just as quickly as he had come, the man was gone, but Dillon noticed that the man's eyes were on his hat for a few seconds. Good thing he chose not to say anything about it. In the past few years, lone wolves have attacked the packs on the edges of the country every two or three years, here and there. It wasn't a big deal most of the time, but it was happening more and more. In the last four months, this was the eighth attack. There was something wrong. As soon as the warrior left, Dillon saw Emily walking toward him with flowers in her hands and a strange look. “Dillon… Does this place have a guitar?" She asked for no reason.

Yoseob was snoring loudly. He had been up all night playing online games. His gaming pseudonym was killeroppa101. It was quite a popular name in the gaming world. People dreaded his presence because it meant the end of all opponents. After all, he was the youngest gamer to have reached the final level in League of Assassins, the most complicated game of the present time. After staying up all night to take down the main villain, Yoseob was slumped over his keyboard. He was drooling on his keyboard when Joonjae came in.