Hollow Hollow นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Ground turned to old grey bones of the world sticking up. The Hollow wasn’t a cave. Worse. A bowl in the hills where the wind went to die. The grass lay flat and colorless, like it had given up on green. The air smelled… empty. No sap. No rot. No animal sharp. My skin crawled before we even dropped over the lip. “What happened?” I whispered. “Rovan practiced.” I wanted to leave. I didn’t. At the floor, the threads found me at once. There were so many.

The storm roars, hungry. I grip the needle. The village dissolves. --- **The Hollowfather's Gift** The hollow isn't a place. It's a *being*. A colossus of static and teeth, its form endlessly unraveling. It has no face, but I feel its gaze-a pressure that cracks my ribs, that liquifies my resolve. *"You've always been mine,"* it croons. *"The Weaver stole you. Shrank you. Let me remake you."* The storm begs. *"Let him."*

It was a wonderful way to spend the afternoon. Too bad Gabriel was not with us. “Wow, Hollow Peak is awesome! I haven’t been here in a long time. Glad you put me on theme again. And in the evening I think all these little lights look wonderful!. This is the best time of year, isn’t it?” Alana rejoiced like a child being taken to the playground. “It sure is. I love that all the buildings are lit up like this. It makes the town look so festive!” I said, but instead of feeling happy I was sad.

She kept laughing and walked back to the line. "That was not funny," Willow said to her and kept moving. "Give yourself a break Willow, you are just too pessimistic. It ain't cool" They continued walking until they got to open space. There was not a single soul there as the place looked deserted. "I do not know about you guys! But I think this place is creepy! What kind of a Halloween show would make us suffer this much?!" Hazel was frustrated. "Or, is this another puzzle we have to solve?" Willow inquired as she started looking at her ticket.

The years passed in fragments after Mark died, like pieces of a broken mirror that reflected the same empty scene over and over. The lake house stood vacant for what felt like an eternity, its silence so complete that even I began to lose myself inside it. I drifted through the rooms without purpose, my ghostly form growing thinner, more transparent, as if the lack of living eyes to witness me was slowly erasing what remained of my presence. Dust settled on every surface like a soft gray blanket. Cobwebs hung from the ceilings in delicate curtains. The air grew stale and heavy, carrying the faint scent of mold and forgotten time.

But what use was steel against something like this? The void writhed, twisting and unfurling like the tendrils of some unseen entity. The whispers grew deafening, echoing in Elior’s skull, in Sienna’s, in the very bones of the earth. And then, the voice returned. "We are the Hollow." The tendrils stretched toward them. "And now, we rise." Sienna gasped, her fingers digging into Elior’s arm. “Elior.....” The void surged forward. Elior threw himself in front of her, sword raised.

One fueled by the purest form of hatred. “STOP!”

Not even when the faint glow of moonlight appeared ahead, filtering through a jagged crack in the stone like a blade of silver. Elise lifted her chin. The tunnel opened into a vast glade shrouded in silver mist. The Hollow. It wasn’t merely a place. It was a trial older than the packs themselves—a sacred punishment and a sacred chance. Some called it a test of courage. Others whispered it was where the Moon judged the soul itself. The guards stopped at the edge. One of them sliced through the rope binding her wrists. “From here,” he said, voice clipped, “you walk alone.”

she whispered. “What?” Her eyes stayed fixed on Dominic below us. “The Hollow recognizes him.” Cold crawled slowly through my chest. “What does that even mean?” She looked genuinely unsettled now and somehow that scared me more than everything else in this mountain combined. “The Hollow only answers blood contracts,” she said quietly. “Original bloodlines. Bound monarchs. Chosen anchors.” Her voice lowered slightly. “Not modern Alphas.” Another corpse hit the ground beneath Dominic’s hands and dissolved into black smoke entirely this time.

You’ll return. The Hollow roared again. They ran.