Hollow Hollow Novels & Stories

I didn't want to speak the name I had been given by them " E-Eve Hall" Ruth nodded . " What were you doing in our area ?" I frown , " I-I told you , I was trying to find a place to spend the night , I-I thought no one lived there because of the condition of that house " I tried to answer properly , but I stuttered .

Soon the tunnel was filled with a glow that, though increased visibility, gave the whole thing an eerie mood that Tina didn't appreciate at all. “Happy Halloween,” Tabitha said with a half-laugh. “That's not funny,” Monique complained in a voice of a school teacher who was slightly perturbed with one of her young wards. “Yeah, it's really not” Diego replied. It seemed to Tina that they walked for hours, dim lights held up against a darkness that seemed to have weight, presence. She wondered if either Monique or Tabitha could tell her just how long the tunnel was and opened her mouth to ask when Diego shouted wordlessly from somewhere ahead of her.

Just a shift in pressure, like a held breath, like the forest had closed its eyes. What is that, Kael said. His voice was barely sound. Old concealment, Dassa said at the same volume. It will hold for a few minutes. Not longer. What is behind us, he said. She looked at him. Not with fear. With the expression of someone who had spent forty years dreading a specific conversation and was now having it crouched in a dark forest at three in the morning. It is called a Hollow, she said. It was a wolf once. A long time ago. Something removed what made it a wolf and left the shell and filled the shell with something else.

Just hollow shapes. ⸻ Rowan’s eyes flashed. “What are those?” Maeve backed toward Bramble. “I’ve never seen them.” Anwen had. Mason could tell. “Anwen.” She swallowed. “Echoes.” ⸻ “Meaning?” “Things the Hollow has taken.” ⸻ One of the shapes tilted its head. Then… spoke. ⸻ “Mason.” His own voice. ⸻ Mason went still. Rowan looked at him.

I hoped he was trying to prank me by mimicking the voice and accent of the one man I spent most of my life avoiding. As I stood still, watching my door, he emerged from the shadows. He leaned against my wall, just behind Antonio, slid his hands into the pocket of his grey suit pants and flashed me a wry smile. "Hello brother." There he was. Ian Holloway, the second son of Dimitri and Celine Holloway, my younger brother and only sibling, my rival and self sworn enemy. Antonio cowered away immediately. I could not blame him. The man was too old for the thick tension between my brother and I.

“This is far beyond me now. I didn’t create the Hollow. I’m just its messenger.” “The Hollow isn’t a place, is it?” Sasha said, her voice barely above a whisper. The realization hit her like a punch to the gut. “It’s… alive.” Seraphina turned her gaze to Sasha, a slow clap echoing through the clearing. “Bravo, little one. You’re smarter than you look. The Hollow has always been alive. It breathes, it feeds, it thrives. And now?” She took a step closer, her eyes narrowing. “It’s hungry for more.”

Anyone who was skilled in Ghastly Thirteen Needles would have capitalized on it already. This technique was a money-maker. “I said that I was familiar with it, but I never said I could execute it.” Kaze listed a bunch of terms callously. “Hollow Lock, Hollow Manor, Hollow Keep, Hollow Passage, Hollow Echo, Hollow Assembly, Hollow Cush, Hollow Core, Hollow Heart, Hollow Gait, Hollow Missive, Hollow Refuge, Hollow Vault, and Hollow Shadow.”

The ground heaved, rocks exploding as the cave trembled. The void writhed, trying to retaliate but we held firm and my wolf shrieked within me, hers answering in perfect counterpoint. It was not sacrificing the abyss demanded. It was balance and balance was what we had finally found together. The cave was radiant with light and there was complete silence for a moment. The void was gone. The darkness scattered into dust and all that was left were the hollow echoes of what once was the oppressive presence that had choked the air was gone and, in its stead, something I hadn't felt in years.... Hope.

The Unhollow whispered one final word. Anchor.

As I pressed my front against her ass she said, "I love it when you fill me, too!" Fill, empty, fill, empty our bodies moved together with the liquid motion of joining. Monica's hand reached back, between her legs, and held my balls. She felt the sack tighten and lift my balls up into firing position. A phrase from my long ago military career came to mind; shooting at point-blank-range. My ego demanded I think of what was happening as my canon roaring. I roared. My pellet pistol fired multiple rounds into Monica. I had spent enough time in the military to know that mine was not a canon. It was neither the biggest or the smallest cock I had ever seen. I did not want to know if mine was at the