Hollow Knight Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She did fall in love and that too with her knight. ****** 5 ACE MEMBERS: 1. Namit Khanna[BOOK -> YET AGAIN] 2. Dhruv Kapoor[BOOK -> EMBER TO MY FLAME] 3. Arjun Malhotra[BOOK -> THE KNIGHT AND HIS PRECIOUS] 4. Kiaan Chauhan 5. Hredhaan Rajvansh This is the third book in the ace series and is about the third ace of the 5 ace group, Arjun Malhotra. ********

Hunter's disappearance had affected all of us. Even the babies seemed quieter. Xander floated near the ceiling, occasionally opening tiny portals that never led anywhere useful. He still looked disappointed every time Hunter failed to appear. I looked toward Chaos. "There has to be another way." Chaos stopped pacing. "There is." Everyone looked at him. He held out one hand. "The Void remembers those connected to it." He smiled faintly. "Hunter is my knight." "He carries the Void's shadows." He closed his hand. "We'll use them as a token."

The magic Damien had told me about just before he died, the illegal magic that would let me merge with the Hollow King's soul. My life was on the line. My spirit. Everything. I couldn't tell Lucian either. The Hollow King smiled like he knew what I was hiding. His voice crept into my mind like poisonous honey. "Think about it, The ground was shaking so hard that my knees almost gave out. The caves were falling apart slowly and loudly, with huge chunks of stone breaking off and crashing to the ground. As hard as snow, dust fell like snow. "Elara!" I charged at her and grabbed her arm. "Move!"

The hollow shrieked, edges flaring violently, tendrils striking unpredictably, but the lattice held, chaotic yet coherent. The ally from the crevice moved forward, releasing a surge of stabilizing energy that intertwined with the twin currents. “It will test you in ways you cannot foresee,” the figure said quietly. “The hollow is older than anything you have faced. Its hunger is intelligence and instinct combined. It will try to break you, physically, mentally, spiritually.” Kael’s eyes narrowed. “Then we stand. We adapt. Together.”

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” I curl into myself, the world spinning. “He’s forgetting me,” I whisper. “He called me Kaia.” The Faes pull me up roughly, magic binding my wrists. I’m too weak to fight and too consumed by what I saw. “You could have unraveled the barrier between life and death,” another Seer says coldly. “The Hollow is not a place meant for the living.” I glare up at them, defiant even through the blood and dizziness. “I love him,” I hiss. “I won’t leave him in the dark. I won’t let him be swallowed by that thing.”

It made her realize that the little days they were together made them know each other a little too deep and it made her question herself; What were they? She would have simply said they were friends, maybe good ones at that, but it didn’t look so. There is a limit to what a friend can do but his was beyond that. He did things for her without holding back and not minding if it was inconvenient for him. The day he went with her to the wedding and the night when he had saved her, he was her knight in shining fangs_ Fangs because he is a vampire.

"The first bridge. The one who tried to hold both sides together before the Veil ever existed." "What did she look like," Kael asked, still not letting go of my shoulders. "Was she Veilborn, or one of us." "Both, somehow," I said. "The way I am now, I think. Like she'd already lived the thing she was trying to teach me before she had the words for it." "What did she tell you?" Vaelith asked, kneeling beside me now too, her expression somewhere between awe and grief. "That this isn't over," I said. "That the Hollow is going to keep testing every relationship I have, every gap it can find between me and the people I love, until one of those gaps finally gives."

Riven caught her before she hit the floor. The voice continued, unfolding like a memory trapped in crystal: **“I was betrayed. Not by outsiders, but from within our bloodline. Your uncle sought to twist the magic of our house, to bind it to his will. He took the Tribunal's fears and fed them poison. They let him strip me of everything… and soon, he will come for you.”** The memory flickered. The room grew colder. **“Find the Hollow Key. It lies beneath the moon’s eye—where roots meet bone. Only then can you open the Gate.”**

But the look in her eyes depicted sadness and regret. Everything the royal healer said was true. All this time, Queenie was just a useless troublemaker. Dressing up and being beautiful was her obsession. No wonder Queenie has a very charming face and delicate white skin. She was not at all offended by the man’s remark. “Then why are you following us?” “I’ve been following you since the kingdom. I heard about King Darian, and you’re planning to go for Hollymere wine. That grape is not something I am interested in. The Red Orchid is located at the bottom of the ravine.”

And I wasn’t sure I was ready for that. Fiona hadn’t just turned dark. She had become the Hollow. There were legends of witches who made pacts with it—sacrificing pieces of themselves in exchange for power. But Fiona… she hadn’t bargained with the Hollow. She’d merged with it. She hadn’t fallen. She’d ascended. “She’s remembering things,” I murmured, fingers brushing the hilt of the dagger at my side, an old relic, forged from a fallen star. “Things from before this life. From the celestial war.”