Hollow King Bleach Novels & Stories

Its face looked almost normal until it smiled too wide. “You carry the throne of ruin,” it said softly. “I said I’m not your queen.” “But you will be.” The cracks beneath its skin brightened. Kael moved before I could react, throwing a blade directly into the Hollow’s chest. The creature staggered backward with a distorted screech. Then chaos exploded. The Hollows attacked all at once. Kael shoved me aside just as one lunged toward us. Its claws sliced through the air inches from my face. “Run!” he shouted.

But standing beside Damian now, I realized that accepting help did not make me weak. A deafening roar interrupted my thoughts. The creature beneath the mountain finally emerged far enough for us to see its face, and I felt every part of my body go cold. It had no eyes, no mouth, and no recognizable features, only a smooth black surface covered with glowing silver cracks. “What is that?” I whispered. Vaelgor stared at it with horror. “The Hollow King.” Alaric smiled. “At last.” The Hollow King slowly lifted its head, and despite having no visible eyes, I knew it was looking directly at me. Then a voice entered my mind. “Blood of my maker.”

" Behind us, Jody's heart-wrenching sobs filled the air. I pushed down the last bit of pain in my chest and walked into the sunset. Chloe, from now on... Daddy is going to live a good life for you in this world. The End

"Trust me little one, if we could kill all the ghabiun we would be set and not have to worry about these sorts of problems." Belle started to descend down the stairs until Elijah turned and looked at her. He sneered when he saw who it was. He focused back to the king. "All I am doing is telling you the truth..." He then pointed towards Belle. "They do not want dirty blood to soil the Royal Line!" As soon as he said that, he started to turn his head. Out of nowhere the King fist his hand together and landed a punch on his cheek. Elijah held onto his cheek with the blow that was made. Zephyr's rage was so bad at the moment , he grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and hoisted him off of his

The others wait behind me in breathless silence. I can feel their tension like a physical thing. Caelan is the only one who steps forward, positioning himself beside me without hesitation. His palm brushes mine, and the contact sends electricity up my arm. A shape begins to form from the ash and shadow. He’s taller than I remember from my dreams. Cloaked in bones that gleam like polished ivory, crowned with antlers that drip with silver moss like tears, the Hollow King emerges from the veil between worlds. His eyes are empty sockets that should hold nothing but darkness.

His eyes locked on mine, and for a heartbeat, everything else fell away. I met him halfway. “You didn’t have to face him alone,” he murmured. “I didn’t,” I said. “You’re here.” He smiled but tired, proud. Then the earth shook again. From the far side of the keep, a crack tore open in the ground—wide, deep, glowing with unnatural light. The Hollow King had arrived. He stepped over the fallen stones like they were dust, his beasts crawling behind him, black eyes gleaming, limbs twisted by cursed magic. The wind itself recoiled from his presence.

Sokolov grunted, checking his weapon, “I didn’t sign up for wizard wars.” “But you stayed,” Bain said with a small grin. “That’s why we’ll win.” II. Inside the Throne The gates of the Hollow Throne opened like a gaping mouth. Inside was a circular chamber of impossible size. Black marble twisted with ivory bones formed the walls, while the ceiling spiraled upward into a storm of blood-red clouds. And at the center — it sat. The Hollow King. Not a creature. Not a man. An ancient will clothed in stolen bodies, wearing a thousand faces at once — male, female, child, beast — shifting constantly, flickering like a nightmare unfinished.

We passed through the corridors to the dining area. The King was seated at the head of the table, flanked by a couple of guards. He was grand, an innate representation of ancient power and wisdom. He did not look like Aldrich. His face was more narrow, his nose small and perky and his graying beard thick. He looked more scary in the way of cunningness and intelligence rather than the brute force Aldrich displayed, his eyes blue and critical. Despite his colored eyes and his essence of ominous wit, he did not come off as reptilian like his wife.

The mountain groaned. Cracks spread across every wall. The Devourer immediately rose to its feet. "Duck!" Nobody questioned it. Everyone dropped. A second later, a black tendril erupted through the floor. The thing was enormous. A twisting mass of darkness and fractured silver light. It smashed through a pillar. Wrapped around another. And crushed it effortlessly. Warriors scrambled backward. The tendril withdrew. Then another burst through. Then another. Then another. The Hollow had arrived. The First King moved instantly.

"Now we just have to survive long enough to read it." We headed for the car hidden down the logging road. The storm above the mountain was swirling faster now. The eye of the hurricane was opening, glowing with a sickly purple light. The Hollow King was coming. And this time, he wasn't sending golems or projections. He was coming himself.