Hollow Ichigo Novels & Stories

The air tasted wrong—metallic and stale, like a room that hadn't been opened in a hundred years. "They're here," I said. I looked toward the entrance at the far end of the rink. Three figures stepped out . They weren't wearing hockey gear. They were wearing ragged black suits. Their skin was the color of a bruise, and their eyes were glowing with a sickly, pulsing purple light. The Hollow Ones. They didn't even howl. The first one leaped onto the ice, its claws extending six inches from its fingertips. It swiped at a defensive player, sending the boy flying into the boards with a sickening thud.

Earth Spike Hana: Blue Lightning Kasumi: Nine colored flame Hanzo: Shadow Shuriken Toru: Hurricane After te last round attack hitting it. The goblin king is finally down. And then there a heart beat that heard by us. Another beat that made it foura and then there an earthquake. We then made sure our footing is stable and eaiting for the earthquake subside. The people from this world is start to panic and ran all over the place. The most sensible is following our example.

I suddenly felt my heart race again. “N-nothing. Just had the thought that it's the sweetest thing. And it melted my heart... I think I just fell for you, even more, mister.” He turned to me again and locked his gaze on mine with wrinkles in the corner of his eyes, gleaming and scintillating eyes with his pupils dilated. He then turned to the road again with a smirk. “Better. 'Cause, that sweet, delicate heart should be mine. Besides, who knows... Maybe in the next few years, your surname would finally change, Ichigo.”

Aiko threw the shirt which landed on Kalli’s side. Annoyed, Kalli took the shirt. “Sorry, can you get the white instead?” “Okay.” Aiko opened the bag with her other hand and alternately clicked on phone and checked the bag. Aiko was ambushed and was killed on the spot. “Arrrrrggggghhh.” “Aiko, can you fill the glass for me?” Aiko stared at the pitcher on his side table. Kalli can still move even with the IV attached to him. How come he keeps on bugging her?

“Am I dreaming?” “Are you the spawn of Satan?” Ibrahim grabbed Aulia’s hand from stepping closer. “Sheesh. Spawn of satan. How weird is that?” Hisoka gleed. “Don’t you think so, sister?” “Sister?” Aidan craned his lifeless head but immediately shook his head. “One problem at a time. How’d you still be alive? Dude???” “Oh, this?” Snap! With a single snap, Hisoka’s body turned stiff and became a statue before slowly shifting into piles of cards and exploding.

It shimmered, flickering between solid and hollow, its edges unraveling and reforming, its shape never fully settling. The Hollow Crown. Rael’s breath caught in his throat. He felt it see him. Then the chamber moved. The shadows twisted, converging, and from them, a figure rose. It was massive, its form shifting between man and something else, its body formed of rusted metal and hollow void, its eyes burning with the same crimson fire that had haunted them since the ruins. The Hollowed One had returned. Elior drew his sword. “No running this time.” The creature lunged.

“I understand. So, your night is ruined then?” Dillon could feel the urge to tease his best friend. But he still tried to stop himself. “Yes.” Dillon let out a soft chuckle, and if someone might see him, they couldn’t believe that he could laugh and smile. “Her fear is visible in her eyes.” “I see,” Dillon said faintly. Drake pinched the bridge of his nose and massaged his temple. “I see her strong aura on the outside, but she’s weak on the inside. I wonder what her wolf looks like.”

As he spoke, he gathered strength rapidly, his clothes fluttering with the force, and his blade turned as cold as ice, chilling the air in all directions causing even insects to fall dead to the ground. "Life and death together!" Ichiro roared as he descended like a meteor towards Kiran. Kiran remained standing, hands still behind his back. Ichiro's face twisted in humiliation, and the speed of his blade increased. Clang! The blade made a crisp sound. Ichiro saw that Kiran had raised his palm and released his internal force to stop his blade in mid-air. Stunned, Ichiro stared in disbelief. Clang! Ichiro's blade suddenly fractured into pieces that fell to the ground in a burst of white light.

“Those were only sentries. When the Hollow truly reaches for you, it won’t send something you can’t kill. It’ll send something you don’t want to.” Her breath stilled. “Meaning?” He hesitated. “Faces you know. Voices you trust. The Hollow feeds on hesitation.” She stared at him. “So you’re telling me my enemies are going to look like my friends?” “Yes,” Ragnar said simply. “And if you hesitate, you won’t live to regret it.” Before she could answer, the war room door banged open. One of the scouts stumbled in, eyes wide.

A vast heartbeat echoed beneath our feet. “The Hollow,” I breathed. “It’s not gone.” She reached for me, but the mark on my chest flared crimson and burned through my veins. My body arched and my pulse was hammering like drums of war. The Hollow’s voice spoke again, but not in my mind this time. It was behind her. She froze, with the blood draining from her face. I saw her mouth open, but no sound came out, because the Hollow’s voice was no longer inside her; it was standing right behind her.