Hollow King Bleach Novels & Stories

His darkness didn’t attack hers. It wrapped around the children, pulling them back to safety. Kael unleashed his fire,they burnt the corrupted runes, purifying the ichor on the walls. I moved forward,placed my hand on the stone, and spoke my name. “Aria of the Queen’s Blood. I command this seal to dissolve." and immediately, a deep, resonant hum filled the chamber, shaking the bones of the world. The Hollow King let out a sound like a thousand mirrors breaking,then vanished.

“That’s impossible.” “A lot of people think so, but here I am.” I wrack my brain for any memories of Crimson Peak, but everything in my head is a jumbled mess of hazy, mismatched memories. “And your father is a vampire?” “Yes. King Kane.” It doesn’t ring a bell, but I feel like it should. I can feel him watching me again, so I meet his eyes, holding there. “Did someone turn you recently?” he asks softly, his magnificent eyes searching mine for understanding.

When the front door of the building opened and shut three floors below, he spoke. "Malachi." The air beside him shuddered. A pillar of black fog rose from the floor, coiling and compressing until it shaped itself into a man. Tall, gaunt, dressed in a dark suit that belonged to another century. The figure dropped to one knee. His eyes fixed on the floor. "Your Majesty." Barely a whisper. "Tonight's banquet has been arranged." Elias Black was a fiction. His real name was Aurelian Ashbourne, the Vampire King. He had lived as Elias Black for a year.

The nursery was silent now, save for the ragged breathing of our family. The scorched mark on the floor pulsed with a dying violet light, a rhythmic reminder that the "Hollowed" was merely a scout. The veil hadn't just thinned; it had torn. Kaelen shifted back into his human form, his skin glistening with the sweat of a failed kill. He looked at his hands, frustration etched into the hard lines of his face. He had killed gods and kings, but you cannot bite smoke.

She saw the others: Serel running among the bodies, sealing invisible wounds with the potion in her hands; Tavien bending his back to drive runic nails that trembled softly each time Mortar erupted; Mira—her face pale—holding the shield layer by layer to keep it from collapsing; Beta Casren striking back the wolf-like shadows with claws that glowed dimly. “Look at me,” Alpha King cupped her cheek for a moment, forcing Lyara’s eyes to meet his. “You are not alone here.” He turned to the battlefield, his jaw hardening. “And we are not finished.” The mist before them parted like a curtain drawn by an invisible hand. The figure emerged as if created by the mist, not born from any womb that knew

As she contemplated this, another message window appeared; [ALERT; YOU HAVE SYNTHESIZED THE SKILL: MOLECULAR TRANSMUTATION WITH THE SKILL; BLOOD CONTROL! UPDATING PHANTASM! YOUR BLOOD HAS NOW CHANGED INTO A FORM OF PLASMA-LIKE ENERGY! YOUR BOND TO ALTERNATE SPACE: CRIMSON VOID HAS BEEN ENHANCED!] [ERROR! YOU HAVE NOT MET THE NECESSARY CONDITIONS TO ACCESS FULL CAPABILITIES!] ***

It has three blue-grey gems – a big one at the center and small ones beside it. “I’ve asked permission for your parents and they agreed. Emily, I am willing to live the rest of my life with you and I will marry you once again after you graduate college.” He started. Words were caught up once again in her throat. Her heart beat excruciatingly hard against her chest, “What about Hell?” “Hell has its own king.” “Who?” “Alfred.” “Alfred, the mortal butler?” Her eyes widened, “That couldn’t be! He’s gone!”

The Lord’s hands were up to the elbows in blood, and the entire perimeter of the floor of the room was covered with scarlet liquid. Vladyka did not immediately realize that he was no longer alone. A faint splash distracted the king's attention. Frozen for a moment, Vragenn turned sharply and met his gaze with bottomless, dark eyes without pupils. They reminded him of the night sky during the new moon. The pale face was hidden by short, uneven strands of black hair.

replied the ghost, “but I would be wrong to complain. Knocking around in Twilight is much more boring. Therefore, I might be considered my own master. Well, almost.” “Let’s check out what you can do,” said the necromancer. “Dear, give me the crown.” I took it from my head and handed it to him. He put it on straight away, and I even felt a little put out by that. His dark eyes shone and the white dragon bones made such a striking contrast with his dark hair that the title ‘King of the Dead’ appeared all the more appropriate to Reive. “Byeln, fly off and frighten our Commander of the Guard and the new Marshall a little. We need to cheer Glane up a bit. Since peace was declared he’d become a li

It instantly started to bubble in response to the markings. "I Damon Bloodstone, Prince of Gardenia, summon the King of the Underworld, Balthazar Kolgrim." The temperature of the room dropped. My hair stood on end as black smoke pooled from the circle. It swirled around us, filling the room with the smell of sulphur. I wrinkled my nose, forcing myself to breathe through my mouth. I waited for him to appear, but then the smoke vanished, and the room warmed up again. "Well, so much for that plan," Kier scoffed, and I shook my head.