Hollow King Bleach Novels & Stories

But I had never expected that the man I had thought of as a father figure would want to marry me and would resort to blackmailing to get what he wants. What the hell was wrong with him? I had known Rihero from a very early age, but not as early as I had known the other members of the Dark Council. I wasn’t born, but brought into the world through a ray of light falling down from the heavens. And I was specifically sent to this dimension to rule as King because on my back, I had the birthmark that determines the Kings of this dimension, the mark of the Phoenix. As the Kings and Queens of other dimensions had arrived to greet me, Rihero had been absent, subtly telling everyone that he was leas

I frown, trying to understand what he means when my eyes widen as his hand reaches for his neck and he rips his throat out gruesomely. Tatiana gasps and I pull her into my arms, cupping the back of her head to bury her face into my chest so that she doesn’t look at her father's dead body. He was really an arsehole. A powerful surge of power shifts into me and I feel stronger knowing the Alpha King title has been automatically returned to its rightful owner.

“Alika, take care of my handful of a brother.” “As always, your highness. Have a smooth journey back.” And she was gone. Something shifted in the air. My senses urged me not to look up, but I wanted to understand what was happening. Why the silence? As I did, I saw the king’s face, staring at a maid—the one who had spoken to me earlier—who stepped forward to refill his glass of wine. His eyes were a dark red, different from the bluish hue I had seen that day. “I have lost my appetite for this snack, I want a better one.”

The castle's halls are adorned with tapestries woven from celestial threads, depicting celestial beings and celestial events, their vibrant colors seemingly alive with movement. His long flowing hair, the color of the midnight sky, cascades around him, lending an air of mystery and grace. King Ethylene possesses an innate connection to the cosmos, his commanding presence exuding regal authority. The sharp lines of his jaw and the intensity in his piercing sea blue gaze speak of a ruler who brooks no challenge. Clad in regal attire, adorned with intricate designs and shimmering with hints of stardust, he stands as a beacon of power and elegance. The people of the kingdom are captivated by his

The man who saved me, who treated me like I was special, who spoke to me like he was my savior but I know who he is now. A figure of nightmare and dread. The man who saved me was the Hybrid king. What the guards said was true. I’ll not be returning back alive.

Whatever fragment had struck me had struck him as well. Before anyone could process what was happening, another presence crashed into the courtyard like wildfire. The temperature rose so abruptly that several nearby students stepped back with startled cries. Heat rolled across the air in scorching waves, pushing against Lucian’s icy mana with explosive force. I turned just in time to see him descending from the upper terrace as though gravity itself had become optional. Black hair, sharp amber eyes, and a smile far too amused for the chaos unfolding around us. Even without introduction, I knew. Kael. Another Crown King. His presence felt like controlled destruction—beautiful, reckless, and d

Lucien hesitated. That hesitation again. “Yes.” Ash stared at him. “You know, I miss when our biggest problem was potential death and not whatever identity theft demon this is.” The seal cracked louder. A jagged line spread through the center, glowing silver and black simultaneously now. The Hollow King stepped forward from the throne suddenly. “Enough.” The word struck through the cavern like pressure. The voice beneath the seal went silent instantly. Not gone. Waiting. The Hollow King’s silver gaze settled on me.

"What happened there?" Nora was quiet for three steps. "I told the crown prince of the most powerful vampire bloodline on the island that he had something on his jacket," she said. "He looked down. There was nothing there." Demi stopped walking. Nora kept going. "Nora." Demi's voice was caught somewhere between delight and alarm. "Nora, wait "

“I can’t undo what I’ve done. But maybe… I can stop it from going further.” Behind them, the trees stirred. A voice—deep and twisted—shook the air. “I gave you power, Nyra. And this is how you repay me?” From the shadows beyond the lake, a figure stepped forth. The Hollow King. Twisted by corruption, his body crackled with red flame and void magic. Eyes like twin stars gone black fixed on them. “You were my weapon,” he snarled. “My final shard of vengeance.” Nyra stood, facing him. “No. I was never yours.”

It felt like an entirely different realm. Zion stood beside me, his hand tight in mine. "We're in the in-between," he murmured, his voice taut. "Where souls get unravelled and monsters are made." The air rippled ahead of us, and then he appeared. The Hollow King. A crown of thorns rose from his skull, curling like burnt branches. His eyes were a bottomless abyss, and he looked like Jaxon. But he looked and felt wrong. And beside him was Callum bound with black chains.