Hollow King Bleach Novels & Stories

In Duskwatch Village? She'd known that fighting Miraeve would bring unwanted attention. That standing up to a princess in front of all those nobles would make people curious about her. But she'd thought she had time. Thought it would take weeks, maybe months, for anyone to actually track her down or find her interesting enough. She didn't think it would be this soon. And she definitely didn't think it would be him. The door to The Ink Hollow opened slowly. And in walked Draevon, the mad king of Khyrador, looking like he owned not just the shop or the Duskwatch Village, but the entire supernatural.

She knew he heard her footsteps, what with his super hearing, but he gave the semblance of normality so she too pretended. And the first rule of pretentiousness never shows your ignorance. Hence Willow waited patiently, scanning the garage, her eyes lapping on any potential weapons in the vicinity. "Are you Billy Jones?" The hulk asked after a few minutes. Willow hides her triumph smile. They always crack. But then what he asked penetrated into her mind. Billy Jones? Seriously, Reagan? Instead of asserting, Willow questioned, "who is asking?" "King" Right. I'm as much of Billy Jones as he is king. Though Reagan said his name is Dane. He is a good-looking vampire, there is no doubt about it.

I headed out to the balcony overlooking the city, trying to get some air as I paced around. “I would accept the deal if I were you,” I heard King Kaleb’s voice speak behind me as I chuckled, looking at him. He was freaking crazy to even say that to me. “I have nothing to say to you,” I said, wanting to walk away, but he grabbed me by my arm, pinning me against one of the pillars and hitting my head against the wall, his claws digging into my flesh. “You think you are special? I could have you crawling for me if I wanted,” He said to me as I clenched my jaws looking into his eyes. Ligia was restless, wanting to come out.

My heart impossibly shattered even more, making me stagger back as a stray tear rolled down my shocked cheeks. He hummed and waved his hands, immediately dismissing me while knowing very well that I wasn't okay with the arrangement but since when did Sullivan ever care about my opinion? I quietly returned to my room, all the while recalling every rumor I had ever heard about the Lycan king. His name was believed to be Hunter Tiberius Williams and he was cruelty in human form.

Still, almost nothing is the same as before. I’m a zombie, the living dead, the supreme specious of the planet, and the leader of one of the largest hordes in North America. I’m one of the Zombie Kings. My job is to keep the peace among zombies, keep my horde fed, and hunt humans for sport. I’m the stuff of Lacey’s nightmares now, and yet somehow, I have to rekindle our relationship so that I’m not forced to use her as a breeder.

The house did not drink it. Interesting. Gross. But interesting. The creature looked at me over Damien’s shoulder. “The old king waits beneath the hollow.” There it was. The phrase from the bar. Only now it had weight. Shape. A direction. Beneath the hollow. Beneath the mountain. Beneath Frost Ridge. My heart pounded. “Who is the Hollow King?” Every rogue outside went still. The one inside smiled. Damien’s face darkened. “Do not answer that.”

“So that’s the leverage they used.” I sucked in air, throat burning. “Let her go.” He tilted his head. “She isn’t mine.” “She’s not theirs either,” I snapped. Outside, Vesper shouted something I couldn’t fully hear—then a crash, like someone was slammed into stone. The cage shook again. The crack widened. The Hollow King stepped fully into the first cage, ash-pale body tall and calm, like he’d always belonged here. The carved crescent on his throat glowed faintly, not from rune-light but from something deeper—like his voice had teeth even when it was silent.

Across the cavern, Auren fought alone, his sword flashing silver against waves of dark energy as the Hollow King pressed him backward. "You always were stubborn," the Hollow King said with a mocking smile. "You still believe redemption is possible." Auren wiped blood from the corner of his mouth. "I know it is." The Hollow King's expression hardened. "You abandoned your throne for them." "I abandoned a monster." For the first time, genuine anger crossed the Hollow King's face. Darkness exploded from his body and the force hurled Auren across the cavern. He crashed into a stone pillar, which shattered beneath the impact. "Auren!" Diana cried and rushed to his side while Kael charged without h