Hollow Knight Crossover Novels & Stories

Octo Callie shouted then I zip pass Octo Callie, Meridia the Daedric Prince from Skyrim and Kronika the Keeper of Time from Mortal Kombat 11 waited to see if any of the two struck the final blow. As I flick my X-Blade, Octo Callie collapsed to her knees defeated “defeated!? How it possible” she said before going unconscious. I sheath my X-Blade on my back, carried a the unconscious Callie and walk towards Meridia and Kronika. “I struck the first blow, let’s find a place to hide within the broken city of Shattered Inkopolis or else Corona has found out that I defeated Callie” I said to Kronika and Meridia. Kronika nodded, understanding the urgency. "We need to move quickly," she urged.

It seemed the howl had attracted the rest of the rogue pack, as I could hear them moving through the forest and calling on their comrade's names now. Where the hell was Alexander? I scanned the whole area with my sharpened vision, looking for him, but he was nowhere to be found. I decided to copy his earlier actions and closed my eyes, focusing on my thoughts. Where are you? I called out to him. The murderer's men are coming. There was silence at first, and then he replied. I'm at the border of the forest, to the west. Go to the horse and meet me there. Alright, I replied, then morphed into my human form just as my uncle's men broke into the scene of our fight. "Oi!" One of them yelled and p

"I am the Shadow Knight. Once Kaelen Dawnblade. Bearer of the Soulstone. Enemy of the corrupt Council. Avenger of the murdered innocents. I claim these names and purposes. I reject oblivion's comfort." The amalgamation of memories retreated, its composite features displaying surprise. The bone song changed tenor, becoming less overwhelming demand and more respectful recognition. The darkness surrounding him thinned, revealing the ossuary's interior fully for the first time. At its centre grew a tree unlike any in the living world. Its trunk and branches consisted entirely of bones fused together, not constructed but somehow grown into this impossible configuration. Instead of leaves, small f

The pale woman, a mere reflection of myself, faced me with an enigmatic gaze. As she drew closer, the space between us began to blur, and a strange energy enveloped us. I felt a magnetic pull, an inexplicable force merging us together. The once separate entities became one, and the boundary between us dissolved. In the melding of our forms, a voice resonated through the void, declaring, "It is done."

she yelled and before I knew it, I saw her hands reach out, her wolf present, and pushed me backwards down the stairs. As I screamed out, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to catch myself. For the second time today, I felt the impending feeling of death. Grasping towards anything to catch myself, my hands only encountered air before I felt the first painful thump of my head hitting the stairs, taking me into darkness. Bronx POV Something was terribly wrong. It felt like the Guardian Knight bond was blocked. I quickly mindlinked Nat outside, “Nat, is it possible to block the bond?”

Conri growls… “Cr-crossbreeds…You a-are in-indeed a c-catastrophe…Y-you must vanish or else…I must inform them-“ “Do you know what? Why crossbreeds remain legends?” “Yo-“ “It’s because…no one has ever lived after seeing them.” “Ug----kkk!” Conri pulls the ice bow from the Lighten’s knee and watches him slowly losing his breath. "Con, is it not done yet?" Royu flashes in front him like a flowing soundless lightning. "Yeah, let's go. Where is everyone?" Conri asks. "Matt is already cleaning the mess. What should we do after this?"

She lowered her eyes. A brief, awkward silence followed before Dev decided to keep the conversation going. “Remember Rocky, the German Shepherd?” “Uh-huh.” “Well, he didn’t stay on much after dad passed away.” “Where’d he go?” “Um… he too... crossed that ‘bridge’ you were talking about?” He air-quoted. “Oh, that’s… so bad.” Was he being funny? “Yes, it is. I’m sure that he’s in a great place though.” “True,” she commented.

You can measure the worth of a home by how hard you’re willing to bleed for it. The Hollow wasn’t safe anymore. The council loyalists had made sure of that. We could smell them before we saw them: smoke, silver oil, and the sharp tang of magic gone wrong. The woods were filled with the sounds of a hunt, and for once, I wasn’t the only prey. Fen yanked Marek up; Cass pressed a bandage to her thigh. Kael’s eyes gleamed gold with his wolf-shadow. Jax, pale, loaded the crossbow, hands shaking, but determined. Survived the Silver Cells, he could survive this.

hollow. “This is it,” Kai growled mentally. John’s wolf whined low. “I still don’t understand why this site.” “Because this is where she was last seen.” They moved further along the edge of the territory, further than most of the pack would travel without escort. At the border, Kai turned to John. “We’re crossing into disputed land. Humans and rogues roam here. Keep your ears sharp.” John’s ears flicked back. “Understood.” They padded deeper into the wilderness. The scent of ash grew stronger.

“What?” “There’s an ancient artifact,” the mage says slowly. “A crystal, older than the vampire himself. It has the power to sever bonds between mates. But it’s hidden, lost to time. If you want it, you’ll have to travel to the farthest reaches of the realm. To the Cursed Hollow.” My blood runs cold at the mention of the place. It’s a deathtrap, a cursed land no one dares enter. But if this is the key to breaking the bond, I’ll do whatever it takes. “Where do I find it?” I demand.