Novel & Cerita Hollow Knight Fanfiction

He felt it—like a string pulled tight, trembling in the dark. She hadn’t awakened yet. But she had stepped into the Between. Not fully. Not completely. But enough to be seen. And now others would begin to notice. Not just the shadows. Not just the forgotten. But the ones who hated what she could become. Enemies of the Between. Keepers of the Hollow. He opened a second journal. One he had not touched in twenty years. The first page bore a single phrase: “If the Between opens, the Hollow will answer.” He closed the book and began preparing.

Licking my suddenly dry lips, I let the double doors swing shut behind me, sealing us in. Damon waved me over before handing me a drink he had just poured. As I took a sip, I tasted orange peel on the rim of the glass. It accompanied the honeyed liquor nicely. “Knight’s reaction to earlier wasn’t your fault. He goes into these dark depressions and it’s hard to drag him out of it. He’s been teetering on the cusp of one for a while now.” I let out a derisive snort and he sighed. Raising his head, he dragged his eyes from the drink in his hand to the window. The sun had just set half an hour prior, and the sky was now dark. “Ghost thinks I should just tell you since Knight never will. It’s noth

She was smiling, radiant, holding onto him like she’d never let go. And for the first time in hours, I wondered: Was that smile for him… or for the people watching? I buried my face in Colton’s neck and told myself to stop thinking. To trust her. To believe in the fairy tale. Because as long as that man with the trident never came back… everything really could be perfect. But deep down, I knew. He didn’t come to kiss her goodbye. He came to say he’s just getting started. *** Continue the Obsidian Knights saga with Getting Owned by Doctor Haught Read more Laura J. Quinn books at Laurajquinnbooks.com

“The seal hasn’t held.” Mireya’s grip tightened on her sword. “Then we reseal it. Tell us how.” Serenya shook her head. “It’s too late. The Hollow is alive now. It’s feeding on the space between us.” Kaelen pressed his hand against the mirror. The glass felt hot under his palm. “Then let me pull you out before it takes you.” “It’ll take you instead,” she said. “That’s how it works. One leaves, one stays.”

Belonging. I hated how much it called to me. “What did you see?” Kael asked carefully. I couldn’t answer immediately. Because the memory had felt real. Too real. The Hollow still knelt patiently before me, offering the crown. “Take your throne,” it whispered. “No,” Kael said sharply before I could respond. The Hollow’s glowing eyes shifted toward him slowly. Then narrowed. “He stands against destiny.” The air changed instantly. Every Hollow in the village rose at once. My heart stopped.

At the mention of the dungeon my blood runs cold as I crawl on my feet to him, “Knight, please don’t be like that. I’m only asking for the antidote because I want to be good for you. I don’t want to feel sick, I need to be able to have enough strength to rule beside you.” “I hate your lies the most, Bram! You know already that the poison in your body is what makes us special. You want every part of me when you are in that heat. Why do you want it gone? That is the part of you I cherish so much and you don’t even want it,” He turned around and looked at me with so much hostility, “Will I be heartless if I send you back to the dungeon to learn your lessons?” “No, Knight. You can’t do that, I c

The crescent mark blazed. The mist shattered. Lyla gasped as reality slammed back into her chest. The Hollow King's shadowed claws still hovered over her heart. The talisman still pulsed with crimson light in Kane’s grip. The forest still bled. But she felt the bond again. Weak. Strained. But still there. The forest wasn’t gone. Not yet. The Hollow King sensed the change. Its head tilted toward her. The talisman crackled with red fire. Kane's eyes narrowed. "No," he hissed. "This is over. The forest is mine."

“It was always you. But if I couldn’t have you, I’d become something greater.” “You became nothing.” Their blades clashed again, magic flaring on every strike. VI. The Hollow King’s Last Attempt Bound by the golden seals, the Hollow King reached out one last time — summoning creatures born of nightmare: hollow shells, distorted wraiths, fragments of souls he’d devoured. They poured into the chamber like a living flood. But Cassian, standing next to Elias, extended his tiny hand. “They’re scared, Uncle Elias.” Elias placed his palm over Cassian’s.

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.

“About me. About the Hollow. My mother used to tell stories—half-dreams, really—about a place buried beneath stone where the Moon first lost a battle. Where wolves were burned alive for refusing to kneel.” “She said you were born under a red sky,” Kade said, his voice finally breaking through. “I remember that. It was in the old reports—classified by the Council.” Jaxon crossed the room, grabbing the map from the wall and unrolling it across the table. “Crimson Hollow isn’t on any current chart. But it’s real. The Seers used to speak of it in riddles. A cursed place. Forbidden. Buried by law and time.” Kade stared at the map. “If the letter is true, and Racheal’s bloodline is tied to the Hol