Hollow King Bleach Novels & Stories

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—”

She was unable to see, but it seemed as though she could see right into my heart. Her voice was hoarse as she uttered, "I felt the curse touch your kingdom." "And the King of the Hollow has risen." I blinked. "Who is the Hollow?" Slowly, she nodded. Long ago, he was laid to rest. A god without a physical form. A darkness that consumes loving souls. He breaks the strongest relationships he discovers. The surrounding villagers appeared terrified. I guided her out of the throng. "Please. What are you aware of? She grasped my hand. She had frigid fingertips. "The Alpha King, your mate, is marked. Now he is filled with the Hollow King. filling his soul slowly. Bit by bit, taking bits of him.

Eleanor suddenly understood something devastating: Blackwood feared the line falling into grief almost as much as the Architect did. Because the seal remembered exactly what happened last time. The Hollow King still stood frozen near the breach, ancient pain written openly across his face while the Veil weaponized every wound he carried. And then— unexpectedly— he spoke. Quietly. “Yes.” The chamber went still. The Veil creature paused. The Hollow King’s silver eyes lowered briefly. “I destroyed kingdoms.” The roots dimmed mournfully around him. The bond trembled painfully. Because no one had ever heard him admit it without rage before.

Madeline, our vampire princess greeted, her blonde hair was neatly made in a braid as she wore a simple white knee long dress, her father being the vampire king of this realm, though I was unsure whether or not he had returned from the ball, as I was waiting to hear of what happened in the ball after I had taken my princess and left, expecting the night to still be young in the human realm, though after what had happened the ball would’ve most likely been over, at least I think. “Thank you” Kiara said smiling, she lowered her gaze not looking at Madeline who gave her a warm welcoming smile, having been excited to see the mystery girl who had caught the eyes of the hybrid king, I was the high

The world choke violently,all the creatures and beings felt the power and feared greatly,even the human world was in chaos,the chaos of the Ruthless Jonas was able to locate them,on reaching the spot he ran to Gavin and healed him immediately,Gavin stood up and made eye contact with Jonas and they ran after the king using their spiritual energy The king is already lost control and if they leave him he might destroy their world,Jonas can not watch that happen,he had been there for an unknown reason best known to him and he only lived to fulfill the quest and he will watch the Bloody Vampire King being born

She disappeared into thin air. Xavier got up and looked at the floor. "Clean up this mess." "Yes alpha," the guards replied. "Also get me another pair of shoe". In the vampire kingdom, inside a room decorated in velvety red furniture and white walls, were the vampire king and a few half naked female vampires. They touched the king's chest and whispered things into his ears, as he lay on his king sized bed with a satisfied smile. A knock came from the door, and a man in tight black clothes and long black cape walked in. He bowed low before the king, who was playing with his women. The man remained undisturbed at the sight, as it was a common thing in their kingdom.

Watch how I will kill the prince and break his bones into pieces and burn him to ashes," Drake said dangerously. Emily played the light in her hands while Drake softly killed the prince. They are throwing each other’s deadly death glares. The prince screamed in pain until his voice couldn’t even be recognized until his breath slowly faded. "You killed my son!" The king shouted. I will kill you, alpha! I will send you to hell! " "But you will be the first one to see hell, meet my demon, and fight for your life." "So," Drake told the king sardonically. "You are just a weak queen..." The queen hissed terribly. "You act bravely, but deep inside, you are weak." You are not suited as a queen of th

Kael stood frozen, staring at the rising figure. This was no Hallowed acolyte. No shade of the Prophetess. What emerged from the chasm was older than any legend. Its body was wrapped in strands of shadow and bone, pulsing with crimson veins of flickering energy. Antlers twisted from its brow like broken branches, eyes sunken hollows filled with red flame. Aria staggered backward, her voice barely audible. “That’s not the Hollowed King…” Callen tightened his grip on his blade. “Then what the hell is it?”

of the man who had shattered the Forge. A massive spire of white stone—not built by machines, but carved by hand—now stood where the Aegis-Final had once launched. It wasn't a laboratory; it was a temple. At its base, Kael, the former scout, stood waiting. His eyes were no longer vacant, but they were filled with a fervor that felt colder than the void. "The Hollow King has returned," Kael announced, his voice amplified by the natural acoustics of the valley. "The one who emptied himself so that we might be filled. The Vessel of the Great Noise."

A couple of females took notice, glancing over at him and whispering to each other. "Who's that?" a small witch murmured with slight interest. "A demon," another female whispered. "He must be a berserker, to be that big. Why is he demonic? Is he looking to start a fight?" "Never had a berserker before," the small one purred. "Don't even think about it," yet a different witch warned. "He's the cursed king. The demon within controls that one. He'd rip you to pieces." They shook their heads, their expressions a mixture of pity and fear. The back of his neck heated beneath the hood of his cloak. He gritted his teeth, clenching his fists until his claws bit into his palms.