Hollow Knight Crossover Novels & Stories

I cradle her with one hand, smoothing my thumb up her back to soothe her. “Ronan and Magnus,” I murmur. “They’re merging the Hollowbane and Duskfang packs.” It’s only half the truth. I know what’s really coming. Cain’s going to stir the hornet’s nest. The rogue will confess. Astrid’s name will come up. Chaos is waiting—but I don’t speak it into existence. Not here. Not now. She looks at me. “You’re supposed to be there.” I smirk, rolling my hips slowly beneath her, grinding into her just the way she likes.

A figure steps through—Selene, her crown shattered, eyes wild, leading the swarm. “End it!” she cries, shadows swiping at us. Raymond’s light flares, searing the closest Hollowkin, their screams loud as hell. I hold him close, shadows feeble but covering us, pain breaking me apart. “Stay with me,” I whisper, blood streaming, our bond scorching like we’re one. Calix chuckles, clutching the altar chunk, runes flashing brightly. “Too late,” he adds, voice chilly. “The ritual’s done.” The eclipse shadow sweeps the ceiling, and the Hollowkin surge, Selene’s crown sparking, her scream ringing as they charge right at us.

The duplicate Kael tilted its head. “No,” it said softly. “This is what happens next.” Kael stepped forward. Lyra grabbed his arm. “No. Don’t go closer.” But Kael was staring at it. Not fear. Recognition. Like something inside him understood. The Hollow continued. The bond is unstable. Two cannot remain separate here. Only one structure survives collapse. Lyra’s voice dropped. “That’s not true.” The duplicate smiled. “It already started inside you.” A sharp pain hit Lyra’s chest.

Everybody. Anger licked at the borders of my control as my chest constricted. "You want me to set you and the people who attempted to overthrow me free." The same individuals that spilled blood among my group. With narrowed eyes, he spat, "And you're asking me to save your Luna." "If you're intelligent, you'll see that we're the only ones who can get you close enough to accomplish it." Lucien, Ronan, and Kieran were brothers once. In my dungeon, spirits are now chained.

Dex’s fingers flew across the mechanical keyboard, sounding like a violent hail storm on a tin roof. "They are hitting the firewall again," Dex grunted, sweat dripping from his nose onto his scruffy chin. "A brute-force attack. Someone is routing through proxy servers in the human city." "Shut it down," Chandler commanded, his voice dripping with venom. "Executing the kill switch now." Dex slammed the enter key with the heel of his palm. The red banners instantly vanished. A solid green shield icon replaced the chaotic warnings, signaling the network was secure. Chandler let out a slow, ragged breath. Turning away from the glowing screens, he marched toward the center of the heavy concrete r

“What happened to your face?” “Nothing,” he replied simply. Blood was still slowly trailing down his skin. Nothing? How was that nothing? Before anyone could say more, another knock came from the doorway. A man stepped in respectfully. “Excuse me. Alpha, Beta, Lady Lucille,” he greeted with a slight bow. “The associates from the Golden moon pack are here.” Hakan gave a nod. “I’ll be there shortly.” He stood up fully. For a brief moment, his gaze returned to me. My heart pounded painfully in my chest.

I could feel the power emanating off it as my mate gently moved it into her hand and held it against her other palm. “Tonight, we perform the first of many blood oaths for our new Pack. A Pack is a family. From the moment the oath is taken, we will become one. We will live together, build together and watch out for one another. This is the first of many packs as we create the new world order for our species and all supernatural beings that will allow us to live peacefully and prosperously. I am the Luna, but I am also your Luna, the Luna of our Pack, the Royal Pack.” She paused and I could see the pride in Scarlyt and Codyn’s face matched my own as we watched and listened to her. The corners

Madchen awakened to bright sunlight, and a familiar voice calling her name. She raised up in the bed, somewhat confused. The last thing she remembered was falling asleep in Drago’s arms. Something seemed to be missing, though. Looking down, she noticed her chest tube was gone. The hole where it had been inserted was completely healed, no scar, no evidence of it ever being there. “We have healing powers,” the familiar voice said.

Nya hoped someday she would have a curvy figure with large breasts, but for now, she used her tiny frame to her advantage and folded herself into the shadows, trying to calm her thundering heart before her hiding spot was given away. He would be by soon; she just knew it. Gavin Cross was a talented hunter, as was his father before him. Someday, Gavin would be a fierce warrior, too, just like his father, Xaver. Though King Zar refused to appoint Xaver to a post higher than King’s Commander for reasons Nya didn’t understand, everyone knew that Xaver was the best warrior in the army and had more kills than anyone else, even King’s General Rok Phin.

I directly three fingers stand oath without ambiguity. But in the end was late, arrived when the altar collapsed a corner, I looked at the collapsed stone pillar, my father's scarred corpse, the whole body's strength seems to be drained of general, powerless kneeling on the ground. "Dad？dad！ ...... what happened to you ah? What happened ah?!" I tears uncontrollably downward, can not believe the fact in front of me Suddenly a strange wind blew from my left, followed by the sound of something colliding, and just for a moment, I looked over with hindsight, a giant wolf covered in black climbed up the rocks and was staring at us both with a low growl.