Hollow Knight Fanfic Novels & Stories

"According to the book I read, the first lunar heir trapped the hollow king in the void when he descended into a state of madness. The only one who could have opened the void was the eclipse wolf, an even nastier creature than the hollow king." My mind spiralled. "But why me? Why show me that? Why now?" Stefan hesitated, a muscle ticking in his jaw. "Because I think the Hollow King wants you as his bride or he wants revenge, especially with you being a Lunar Heir." My breath hitched in my throat, my head spinning. "I once saw the hollow king in my dream. He was disappointed. He said I didn’t have the mark of his vessel," he continued, and my eyes widened.

"From what I know. A woman and a woman can not be mates. I never heard of something like this. If this was a real thing, this would be the first time that I am hearing about it." I mod along her. "This is my first time too. If Hanna and Diana were ex-lovers. How come that both of them were women who was connected to Knight in the past. Diana was his ex and Hanna is one of those girls he entertained because of his father's command." I am not sure if I should be labelling them as girlfriends because thisight be a friendly kiss but then I shook my head. "The dept of the kiss was almost a french kiss so it is impossible that this is a friendly kiss."

“I know.” And the truth lands hard and cold in my chest: Choice is no longer the only variable. LYRA The Hollow is quieter now. Not gone. Settled. I feel it the way one feels gravity—constant, unquestionable. The Forgotten Kin watch me with something like grim respect. Not awe. Understanding. “This wasn’t supposed to happen yet,” I whisper. The woman of the Kin meets my gaze. “The Hollow doesn’t follow timelines.” Cain’s breath is steady behind me—controlled, furious, afraid in ways he won’t name.

Knight gave me a once over before he closed the door to our room behind him and walked further in. He nodded at me once before going to his desk and dropping his bag. I was entirely confused and my heart was beating rapidly as I tried to figure out if he could sense that I was not Ethan but his future fiancé. “So how familiar are you with Alpha Blueheart’s daughter?” Knight mused, still messing about on his desk. “Alpha Blueheart doesn’t have a daughter,” I said quickly. Ethan had no sisters.

“After that, it’ll be no more hiding our marriage or me losing my shit every time you go out on a date with Trip Donovan. All of that ends, just as you requested.” My head lulls to the side. He’s making sense, but I hate the idea of my husband risking himself this way. “Come on, let me and my knights go do our thing and slay a few dragons for our lady.” Despite myself, I laugh. “Why did I ever get you started on that?” “I’m an Obsidian Knight,” he nods his head at his men. “Those are going to be future Obsidian Knights because we’re re-writing the rules. Between them and The Vault, no one can stop us.”

I thrashed through the water with everything I had left, eventually crawling onto the rocky shore. The Moonlight Flower's effect flowed through me. It was a warm current of life. The agonizing pain that had tormented me for years began to fade bit by bit. And so did Ronan's bond to me. The young werewolf was Ronan too. Even as he vanished, he shielded me from his current self. As I gasped for breath, I felt emptier than ever. The young werewolf who promised to be my knight forever had vanished without a trace.

The Hollow collapsed, black stone crumbled, the glowing veins burst into white fire that ate everything, the ceiling shattered, pieces of burning glass falling like rain. I wrapped my arms around Kieran and the girl, holding them as the Hollow broke apart around us. With light, heat and fire that lifted instead of trapped. Then came silence. When I opened my eyes, the Hollow was gone. We stood on burned stone under open sky; the first I'd seen in forever. Sun filtered through clouds, soft and real. Kieran dropped to his knees, gasping but alive. His golden-brown eyes found mine, steady, burning with fire no Warden could ever claim.

I follow, cumming deep, her moans echoing as we slump against the wall, breathless. “You’re mine,” she whispers, kissing me fiercely. Princess, you’re killing me, in the best way. We rejoin the others, Elyria’s glow obvious, my harem smirking. Ardyn strategizes over wine, rebuilding defenses, while Kaelen vows to hunt Guild remnants, Zane scouting for news. I’m content, heart full. I rewrote the novel, saved Cillian, claimed a harem, added a princess. The story’s pull feels gone, our choices ours.

“Then visualize the eastern rift—a tear in the Veil, leaking shadow. Weave your lunar power with Cassia’s fire, channeling it through the Hollow’s core to seal the rift.” I touch the mark, its warmth spreading like wildfire. The Well ripples, silver light surging through me. I picture the eastern rift, a jagged wound in reality, dark tendrils seeping through—Voren’s doing. My lunar threads extend, silver and steady, merging with Cassia’s crimson flames. The Hollow hums, energy threads tightening. My new sight reveals the rift’s distant pulse, a sickening tear leaking whispers—those ancient, non-human voices Renn mentioned. I push my power outward, the silver-crimson weave threading through t

He was going to enjoy the next few hours for sure! After making love for the third time in 2 hours, they both were lying on their backs cuddling against each other. She was resting her head on his arm and her hand was interlaced with his free hand. She was thinking about how much her life had changed in just a short time. She had always dreamed of these moments with him. Being his girl, if that's what she was. She remembered when she was a young girl and wrote his last name with her name. Sienna Knight. What she wouldn't give to be called that. She didn't care what anyone thought. She was 18 and legal and it was no one else's business. Not even her fathers.