Hollow King Bleach Novels & Stories

I thought the flower was shattered in pieces now after Doctor Juno took its roots away while the Mages extracted something from its stem and petals, but now the flower was whole again. It was a claw-shaped flower with white and red colored petals which hangs facing downward. Violet caressed the queen’s face so lovingly and slowly; she opened Kate’s mouth. She crushed the flower as she started chanting. She poured the flower which had turned into dust inside Kate’s mouth. The knights and the guests who had been infuriated by what Violet was doing to the queen attempted to catch her, but the king stopped them when he raised his hand. He stood still beside Mira; hope was written in their eyes a

He says glaring up at me as I struggle to get out his hold, but can't. Suddenly blood starts to drip from his mouth. I look down to see long sharp black claws, attached to a large, bloody, leathery, black clawed hand, coming through the alpha king's stomach. The alpha king let go, dropping me to the ground. I watch as Blake pulls his bloody hand from the alpha king's body. The alpha king drops down to his knees, leaning over. I watch as the big hole from his stomach to his back starts to slowly heal. Blake shifts back, breathing heavily as he glares down at the alpha king. Not giving him time to completely heal, Blake grabs both sides of his head and twist, snapping his neck. He twists again

"Hey, what are you doing?" Dua questioned, fear seeping into her voice. The maid opened her mouth, revealing her sharp fangs. Dua's eyes widened, her whole being trembling. "V...va...vampire?" The maid gripped Dua tighter, bringing her fangs to Dua's neck. Dua closed her eyes, letting out a loud scream. The door burst open, and in a blink of an eye, the King, Alexander was there. His hand gripping the maid's jaw tightly, just a breath from Dua's skin.

“I know you will not kill me, Ru. Which is why, when the time comes, it will make it so much easier for me to end you.” Staring into his green eyes for a long moment, Ru said nothing at all, only tried to penetrate behind the façade into his soul. There was an emptiness there unlike anything she’d ever seen before. He was hollow, broken. As she continued to look into his eyes, Nat slowly faded away until she was left standing on the mountaintop all alone.

When I was fighting in the war that happened long ago, I was on edge of losing my life but the vampire king, Marcellus, Saved my life by making me a vampire. From then, I was a hybrid, part bloodthirsty vampire and part most powerful Wizard. I was the cruelest king in this entire universe. People read about me in books and there are a lot of stories about me, I wanted to see her reaction when she discovers about me and how I fed on people. It would be fun to watch, I thought. “Why do-do you want to drink my blood?” She asked in a low and shaky voice, My eyes moved to her lips for a second before I moved my eyes away from those kissable ones, “You’re a wizard right?” she asked with a confused

And they contain not an ounce of recognition as he stares down Sophia. After a few days of seeing a kindness I hadn’t expected from the ruthless lycan king, I was starting to suspect that his rage was nothing but a rumor. Looking at the predator before me, who looks ready to sink his teeth into Sophia’s shoulder and rip it clean off, I realize those rumors are very much based in reality.

he asked. "Valerie Aine James," I replied, biting my lip. Did he maybe, by any chance, know them? He was a vampire so he could be really old and maybe have been friends with my parents? His eyes widened a fraction and my hopes went up. "Nikolai, do you know who Faelern is?" Max asked, jumping to a different topic. "The king of all Fayes," Nik replied. The Fayes had a king? "Did you know he had a daughter?" Max asked him again.

Gerald is bleeding, laughing. “Kill me and you prove me right,” Gerald says. “Monster, just like they say.” Draven looks at me. At Caiden. At my hands covered in blood. Then he does it. He tears his throat out. Gerald Holloway dies choking on his own plan. Silence. Then the bond screams. Pain, not mine, Draven’s. He staggers back, clutching his head. “Draven,” I run to him. His eyes are gold, then black, then gold. “The, Hollow King, dead,” he gasps. “The, magic, it’s—”