Hollow Knight God Tamer Novels & Stories

Humans are fragile but clever enough to infiltrate and hunt down anyone. "Nathan, take the left," Ryker instructed. I followed his command as Ryker and Bryan headed toward the Elton building. I ventured into a different structure to confront hideous demons disguised as humans. As I took a whiff, a low growl of anger escaped my throat. I burst through the door, finding a monster feeding on a human. My semi-clawed hand was ready, and I wielded the sword Ryker had given us, a gift from the moon goddess, capable of slaying demons permanently.

They were wolves whose souls had been completely removed, replaced by the shadows of the Blighted One. Kaelen stood up, his white eyes burning with a lethal fire. He picked up his glass blade, the obsidian smoke beginning to swirl around the edges once more. "Leo! Mara! To the Father of Roots!" I screamed, struggling to my feet. The Sovereign’s Gambit had been played. The man had been restored, but the war had only just truly begun. As the first wave of the Hollowed lunged into the clearing, I felt the Father of Roots beneath my feet shudder. The obsidian glass shattered completely, and the tree began to glow with a brilliant, golden light.

accurate. But this healer, like so many others, was afraid of what was different and thus condemned it. Ignorance translated into fear, which quickly became persecution. The Hawk leveled a steely glare on the old man and growled, "Any-thing that might heal my wife would be good for her. I don't care if it's mummified toad brains. Or mummified healer brains for that matter." The healer shut his mouth and signed a quick cross. The Hawk rubbed his eyes and sighed. The Rom were as good a chance as any. He quickly bade a guard at the door to dispatch a messenger to the camp

Every weapon hummed in harmony with her heartbeat, the Chakram, Vajra Spear, and Trident forming a triad of divine resonance. Maximus’s dark eyes darted around in panic. He knew what was coming. Centuries of terror, manipulation, and dark conquest were about to end. The Water Buffalo Demon screamed, a sound that shook the desert and rattled the few cliffs that dared stand near, but the goddess would not falter.

My god, Ryley, you are so wonderful"Only the former Emperor of Wolves, who died over years ago and ruled all the packs, could take on this incredibly powerful form. While his mother is on the verge of fainting from happiness and pride in front of her son, he freezes as he straightens up to his full height. I almost feel like he's going to go after his own like vampires in a moment of madness, but instead he does something horribly embarrassing: he licks my neck in front of everyone!

Temujin asked. “Well, the shaman said: ‘I’m sorry to cut your reunion short, Mrs. Babor, but I will now attempt to reignite your son’s ki with a Kami no Itte Jutsu to his heart.’ “The Godhand Technique,” Aki said. “I’ve heard of this secret technique from the healers and monks. It’s sometimes used to snatch Slayers back from the brink of death.”

"His magic is in the air too. I can taste it." Drayton steps forward, taking the attention away from me for a moment. "I can smell that too, and taste it. But what if it is this Shinee you speak of? What are we going to do to go against an Immortal." "It's not an Immortal," Archer stresses, nudging Thorran to confirm. "A powerful Immortal isn't going to have an interest in something like this." He might. With an Alpha at least.

“At least seven high-tier gods have crossed the threshold. Their power is diminished, but don’t be fooled, each one can still erase a city.” Lyra didn’t look away from the sky. “Then we don’t let them gather.” The boy drew his blade fully now. It no longer glowed softly, it burned. “Pick a target.” A colossal figure descended directly ahead of them, slamming into the shattered plain in a cyclone of dust and molten rock. When the smoke cleared, the god stood revealed, tall, skeletal, armored in cracked obsidian, six broken wings dragging behind it. Its voice echoed like grinding mountains. “Dream-Bearer. Child of the Fold. Fallen One.”

“Then help me.” > Why should I aid the vessel of the one who unmade me? “Because if the Hollow God rises, he’ll consume everything. You. Me. Even the ruins of your hatred.” > He is not my heir. He is my consequence. The shadows swirled violently, but then the form stepped closer—almost corporeal now. A man with hair of shifting smoke, eyes of cracked starlight, and a voice like thunder cracking stone. > You want power to stop him? Then take it.