Hollow Gamer Novels & Stories

I said, and they all kept mute, waiting for me to continue. “I don't desire pity. I simply want the location and photos of my prey. This hunt is mine and so are the preys.” I said while oozing out darkness magic. “Boss, we already have the location of one of the marked preys.” Hollow Reaper said. He's actually the best super hack-cheat in the organization, he could hack into anything, from Banks to AI, he's the best. “Emmanuel Olewike, the lecturer.” he said and handed me a file.

Nico spoke evenly, his voice carrying the weight of something much bigger than a simple discovery. "The rings are fake." The words hung in the air. Both men knew the implication of what he had just said. Someone was trying to start a war, by inciting the two sides— or just one side. Nero leaned forward, fingers lacing together, his playful smirk gone. "Tell me." "The goldsmith recognized the design immediately. He said he made them himself. Custom orders, for a specific client." A tense silence stretched between them before Nero exhaled sharply, his patience thinning. "Who?"

I lied about my age and ended up in a secret online relationship with one of the biggest names in esports. He was nothing like his public persona. In public, he was cold and aloof. Online, though, he flirted with me nonstop. When he got worked up, he even said he'd be my good boy. Then my nineteenth birthday came and went, and my wolf still hadn't awakened. Most werewolves shifted for the first time at sixteen. Even late bloomers awakened by eighteen. I couldn’t let Adrian find out I was defective, with no wolf at all. So I broke up with him and blocked him everywhere. Months later, while staying with my best friend Chloe, I heard her older brother speak outside the bedroom. I had heard that

"There is still some time left. How about a round of games? Do you play Halo?" The e-ghost smirked. "I have to say, I might not play often but Halo is my speciality. My highest record was 97% accuracy with 16 headshots!" Tynan cracked his knuckles and brought out the consoles. "Too bad for you, my record was a 22 killstreak. You're up for a tough fight because I'm not going to go easy on you even if you are a girl or a ghost. Laura cackled. "Do you play with mods?"

Before anyone could respond, the sharp click of high heels echoed from the distance. Each step seemed to resonate with their heartbeats. A melodious, bell-like laugh followed. It was sweet enough to send chills down your spine. The air grew thick and heavy, so dense that it was hard to breathe. Suddenly, one player went blank-faced. "Don't tell me, it's that guaranteed-death dungeon boss?" Another player staggered back in terror. "What? The one where even the lowest-tier NPCs are S-rank? Then we're dead for sure!"

[Unstable anomaly detected. Dungeon energy surging. Instance is upgrading.] [Welcome back to the Psychiatric Ward.] [Five patients still show no signs of returning to normal. They are beginning to believe they were never the problem. The problem is the world.] [Task: Survive one full day in your patient’s hands.] [Remaining players: 3] [Difficulty: S] The livestream chat exploded. [What just happened? Why is the dungeon leveling up mid-run?] [I only saw Zero and the pet start fighting, then my screen went black!]

Seeing that her number was identical to mine, I thought it was some kind of prank. But when she reeled off my most shameful secrets, and even knew the passwords to the family's money laundering accounts, I had no choice but to believe. She swore that if Lorenzo took my gun, the family would collapse that very night. So, when Lorenzo called asking for the gun, I refused him flat out. Enraged, Lorenzo stormed into the underground duel with his old Glock, the one with the worn-out firing pin. The gun jammed. He was beaten into a vegetative state.

It wasn't the hum of servers or the applause of people. It was a **Howl**. A sound that was half-digital, half-animal. A sound that spoke of a hunger that had been dormant for a century. "The 'Hollows' aren't just processors, Elara," the Director smiled. "They’re 'Spawners.' And you’ve just 'Unlocked' the entire 'Bestiary.'" Jax—the "Hollow" Jax—began to change. His grey skin began to ripple. His fingernails grew into long, silver talons. His jaw unhinged, revealing rows of glowing, white-light teeth. He let out a roar that shook the very trees of the violet forest.

LeoWinter's character suddenly retreated, hiding behind her, leaving her to face two enemies alone. Three seconds later, her character was eliminated. "Sorry, AutumnWindy... I was startled. That guy appeared out of nowhere—it was too scary." Madison didn't respond. For the first time, she logged out without saying a word. Then, almost instinctively, she opened a video platform. Over the past six months, she had followed a gaming streamer whose playstyle and coordination were strikingly similar to LeoWinter's. Only... he never used voice chat. She had tried indirectly asking Bruce several times whether he knew who that streamer was, but he would only gently hold her hand and look at her innoc

I said wryly. "I'm glad too. I think we make a fine team," Faye said. "How are things with Hunt?" "Better," I told her. And there were. Truly. I mean things couldn't have been better between us. So why did I still feel hollow inside? Ever since this morning, I'd had an aching feeling in my soul. "Just better?" Faye poked me in the ribs. "I feel weird sometimes and that feeling is often connected to Hunt."