Hollow Ichigo Novels & Stories

Dantzler: "Human this, Human that! We all bleed red at the end of the day and you're out here trying to kill everyone! Including your own flesh and blood! You're more of a monster than I'll ever be. Now time to be exorcised!" Oda: "So you think boy! "Emptyness Void!" (The pencil-sized black hole Kimora had originally opened begins to open wider and wider, as if Oda was capable of controlling it.) (4:00PM: Base of Mt. Fuji. Everything seems to be neatly in order here, as a single guard is seen sitting at the front gate. This solider is seen watching the cameras from inside the guard station as a tall, well built, long haired male with ripped up clothing begins to approachthe base. Behind him

Humans were open to diseases like crazy anyway. “No worries,” Zhao rasped, his voice rough with emotion. “Just…lost in thought.” He forced a smile, the muscles in his cheeks unfamiliar with the movement. It’s been years remember? “Your hair is so cool!” the boy exclaimed, unfazed by Zhao’s strained demeanor. “Like Gojo! Do you know Gojo? He’s my favorite anime character!” he seemed to peruse Zhao once again and shook his head. “No, I don’t think you are an anime character. Are you a spy?”

DEATH VECTOR: Name> Ikechukwu Victory Age> 25 Race> Human Strength> 79 Speed> 75 Control> 93 Skills> (master-level swordsman, master-level gunslinger, master-level invincibility). I felt proud of myself. I had trained all these men to their current stats. Even the Demi-Human Hollow Reaper was trained by me. I smiled and stood up. “Hollow Reaper, Risky and Focus. We leave tonight, I suggest you prepare.” I said before leaving the meeting room. Starlet stood as well and went along with me to the storage room.

The boy’s eyes were glowing with a faint, rhythmic light, and he began to clap slowly, his applause echoing through the dark, cavernous tunnel. "Beautiful," Ignis whispered, his voice carrying clearly over the sound of the rushing water. "Absolutely beautiful. Do it again." Aiden looked down at his hand. It was no longer skin; it was a jagged, translucent shard of dark, impenetrable ice. He reached up, feeling the immense, crushing weight of the city above him, and realized that he didn't need to fight his way out. He could simply let the city collapse under the weight of his own existence.

I looked up and froze. "Sam? Sam Mitchell?" "Zoe!" My childhood friend, Zoe Cameron, laughed and pushed her glasses up on her nose. She pulled out her equipment and started examining me. When she saw the damage down below, she couldn't help but gasp. "Sam, that's pretty bad. But your tubes aren't completely necrotic yet. Leave it to me. There might still be a sliver of hope." I quickly pulled my pants back on and subtly wiped the cold sweat from my forehead.

I wouldn’t know. >>Xxx Destiny Aitsuji xxX<< “Yo! How’s life?” Ignacio’s reaction was priceless. The pen he was holding fell and clattered onto the floor. I’ve never seen anyone go as pale as he did and frankly, it was a little scary. Familiar maroon hair he hadn’t seen in years came to vision and as Rush had mentioned, he was the only one on Luna with natural maroon hair. Not to mention that tan skin, arrogant smirk and teardrop shaped birthmark underneath his left violet eye… it could only be one person.

It barely cut through the thick air, but it was enough to reveal symbols—etched into every surface, moving like snakes beneath glass. Damien wiped the blood from his temple and looked around. “Where the hell are we?” “I think…” I swallowed. “We’re inside the Hollow.” Theo turned sharply. “Impossible. The Hollow is metaphysical. It’s not a place you fall into—” “Tell that to my ribs,” Damien grunted. “No,” I interrupted. “It’s not just a place. It’s a living thing. And Mira’s been feeding it.” That silenced them. I took a shaky step forward, drawn by the faint thrum in the sword. It pulsed in my hand like a heartbeat, syncing with the glow beneath our feet.

She stood taller than her fear, the Hollow’s power flowing through her veins. “I didn’t.” The reflection snarled. “Then I’ll unmake you myself.” The Hollow trembled. The spiral buckled and reformed, shards of memory rising and falling like breath. Old voices whispered at the edges, bearing witness. Spirals shattered. The reflection raised one hand—and every shard of every memory in the Hollow rose like blades. Images flickered in their surfaces: childhood laughter, grief, triumph, all weaponized now, spinning in a storm around them.

The sky which was now dark, cleverly covering up the bright sky a while ago The dark sky was visibly seen to their sight if ever the person living underneath it had taken the time to raise its head and look at the sky Maki, the guy with the lolipop on his mouth and sneeringly objected and push his beleif that the S level heroes would not have the ability to take care of the monsters who had gone on attacking the neighbouring city this time, slightly squinted his eyes as he look at the sky devoid of anything. Name: Maki *** Age: 28 years old Identity: A1 Class Heroes Special Secret Identity: Elite Lover Original World: Earth Ability: Ice System Name: System 0000504321

Chapter 142 – The Hollow Star’s Embrace The hollow star flickered in the nexus’s starfield, its ghostly light a faint shimmer, not a blaze but a whisper of despair that clawed at the edges of the collapsing abyss, each pulse a mirror of Jessica’s own hollowness. Her glow was gone, her body trembling as Lyssia’s hands tightened around her throat, Echo’s mother’s vengeful power unmaking the nexus, her venomous whisper, “You’ll die with them” a blade of guilt.