Novel & Cerita Hollow Hollow

She dialed a number she knew off head and called. "It takes great talent and skill to veil great talent and skill. Little Lotus, how is the brighter side of the world?" A crooked old female voice answered the phone. "Only psychopaths and manipulators can achieve hiding their talents and skills Elder Hoshi. Everything is going as planned thank you for asking. Oh, but a Hian Ji attacked me at my home and knows everything about me. I thought I died and my existence was erased with you and the other Elders' help. What's going on?"

Gradually nodding their heads in affirmative, both women's eyes sparkled with hope as they shared tight hugs. To avoid tears rolling down her cheeks , Amy broke the silence and hug. "I am looking to buy some novels". "What type of novel would you like my lady?" With her right hand slightly supporting her jaw Amy's mind pondered on a better choice of book. Squinting her eyes, "I really don't know yet. All I know is that I do not want to read romance novels anymore", she stated. "They are pathetic!" Amy chuckled. "Oh dear! I sometimes feel same too. Would you want to try horror stories?"

" 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.

he said flatly, “but we found the Hollow. And it’s not empty.” Lyla pulled away, breath ragged, voice sharper than steel. “Show me.” Ten minutes later They stood at the edge of a jagged, narrow gorge. The opening looked like a wound in the ground, pulsing with a faint red light. Lyla’s boots crunched against bone and frost. Jonas pointed down. “It’s not just a cave. It’s alive.” Eli stepped beside her. “Whatever’s in there it’s calling to someone.” “Not me,” Lyla said, tightening her grip on the blade at her hip. “And that’s a problem.”

someone else added with a sigh. The bystanders kept whispering and gossiping, fueling the chaos in the hallway. Just when I thought things could not get worse, a voice cut through the noise and silenced everyone.

“Means something is alive here now. Something it wasn’t built to contain.” --- 🩷Talia🩷 It was like walking through a graveyard that breathed. Every step over the Hollow’s ground felt like it pushed back—resistant, sentient. She hated it. She stayed close to Ronan but not too close. Her feelings for him were boiling under the surface—this strange tension between comfort and chaos. It distracted her. And in a place like this, distraction could kill. But that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was the way the Hollow responded to her. The moment she’d crossed the threshold, it had welcomed her. Whispered in languages she hadn’t learned, offered strange warmth through the soles of her boots.

Before he could respond, the hall went quiet. Not gradually. All at once. Next thing she knew. The Hallowed Hall was the kind of room that made you understand why certain spaces were built large not for capacity. Stone arches rose sixty feet overhead. and the modern lighting suspended within them managed the remarkable feat of feeling both cold and warm simultaneously. The floor was dark marble. The seating was arranged in a wide semicircle facing a raised dais at the front. and every seat was filled with vampire students to the left Nora had been cataloguing the room since she sat down.

Not destroy. Separate. Because connection created power. And power created war. The Hollow had been born from an attempt to stop war forever. By removing the thing that created it. Althea’s breath shook. “That’s your mistake…” She whispered it aloud. “You didn’t erase war.” “You erased life.” The Hollow screamed. The sound shattered stone. But Althea didn’t flinch. Because now she knew how it worked. Not emotion. Not instinct. Logic. Broken logic. Lucien shouted.

Not the Hollow. Something older. Something watching. And waiting.

LYRA The Hollow does not celebrate. That’s the first thing I understand as the council’s voices fracture behind us and the city exhales like something wounded but not yet dead. There is no triumph in the ground beneath my feet. No warmth. No reassurance. Only gravity. The Hollow pulls—not forward, not down, but inward. Toward a center that has nothing to do with geography and everything to do with cost. Cain feels it too. I know by the way his steps slow. By the way his shoulders square, not in dominance, but in readiness.