Romans & histoires Hollow Knight Crossover

I stop following my mate and I let her go. Sloane has made it clear she doesn’t want me around, especially not tonight. When they are nothing but specks in the distance, I walk over to the memorial tree, and bow my head. I pay my own respects to Jack and Ava Cross. I pull the dove I carved from my pocket and set it against the roots of the tree. My throat is thick, “I will take care of them both, moon as my witness. Rest easy.”

“I don’t know why the witches lied to you, but we’ve never had any witches or hybrids as part of our pack. We have had a few attacks over the years, but none by Crescent Moon. We have an alliance with them and have done since my grandfather and Harlow’s grandfather were in charge.” The Alpha excused himself and left the room with his men. Luna apologised again and said she had lived in this pack her whole life and would have known if what we described had happened. Harlow and I left soon after, both feeling dejected, but one thing was clear: I couldn’t stay with the witches any longer. Harlow wanted to take me to meet her brother and possibly move to the pack. She also promised to help me fi

She winked. "I'm so sorry for hitting your boyfriend, it wasn't intentional." I apologised to Jenny. "Nah, no problem at all. He's not my boyfriend, he's just one of my one-night stand people that I might never see again." She said and laughed. "Oh, okay." I nodded. "Wow, it's so glad to see you so jealous." Kylie chipped in. "Okay bye guys, you have this place to yourself, I'm going out." Jenny announced and left through the door, shutting it loudly then the sound of a motorbike was heard and it swerved away.

“We’re passing through.” The man’s mouth curved, humorless. “No one passes through Hollow tunnels without permission.” “Hollow?” Sable repeated. Eamon’s storm-blue eyes sharpened. “The Hollowpack.” The man’s gaze flicked to Eamon, then widened slightly. “You,” he said. “You’re—” Eamon’s voice cut hard. “Not now.” The man swallowed, then looked back to Sable. “Nightfell and Redcrest are spilling into the forest,” he said, voice low. “They’re hunting a beacon. A bond. A seer.”

“Father, made, Thorns, but, Mother, made, King, others, will, come, to, see, which, is, stronger.” Others. Not Gerald’s. Others like Cael. Like me. Made by someone else. The world is bigger than Project Hollow. Cael smiles in his sleep. Outside, the marsh is quiet. But the wind carries a scent. Not wolf. Not human. Something older. And it’s watching.

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Every instinct inside me screamed. It moved impossibly fast. Kael shoved me aside just as the creature lunged, a blade of black energy slashing through the space where my throat had been seconds earlier. I hit the ground hard, pain exploding through my shoulder. Kael drew a dagger from beneath his cloak, meeting the creature head-on. Steel clashed against shadow. The sound rang through the forest. “What is that thing?!” I shouted. Kael ducked another strike. “A Hollow.” “A what?!” “They hunt Guardians.”

I looked around. “But I won’t be the only one.” A young Guardian stepped forward. His name was Kael. I’d seen him spar once. Strong. Steady. “I will fight with the Veilborn,” he said. Then another. Then three more. Then the whole circle. They howled—not like a pack, but like a storm. And I knew we were no longer just survivors. We were resistance. The next morning, preparations began. Lira helped me sort through old maps. Hidden trails through the northern frostlands. Abandoned towers that once held signal fires. Elyra sent three scouts to contact fringe covens—witches once allied with the Hollow, long gone into exile.

Suddenly, Kaelen's voice came through the psychic link: "Lyra, Seraphina needs me to look after her tonight, so I won't be back at the main tent. Once she's better, we'll plan the next ceremony properly. This time, I'll definitely make you my Luna!" I gave a cold smirk, took out the ancient runestone from the Moonshadow Realm, and began to chant the spell to sever the link. "No need," I replied through the link. "I've already left Blackrock territory with my people. Kaelen, our fated bond ends here. As the Moon Goddess is my witness, we will never meet again." As the princess of the Moonshadow Realm, I had the right to use the royal family's ancient bond-severing technique.

Johnny picked up the mate-bond dissolution application and flipped through it again and again. "Impossible! I've never signed this! This has to be forged! A fake!" I shook my head and let out a frigid chuckle. "If it's forged, do you think the alliance wouldn't find out? Are you questioning the alliance's capabilities?" Johnny's eyes turned red as he rushed at Zack, grabbing him by the collar. "What did you do to make Carla want to be your mate?!"