Hollow Knight God Tamer Novels & Stories

"This scepter is truly something. It actually hurts. But in the end, I still managed to catch it." "You!" A flicker of panic flashed across Orabella's face for the first time. Gideon smirked. Just then, the three Cardinals and Vicar charged in, unleashing a combined ultimate attack. Their energies surged. "Gideon, die!" Faced with this lethal strike, Gideon finally revealed one of his trump cards. He clenched his fist and suddenly spun around. "Doombringer Knuckle!" The Solar Titan Physique unleashed the Doombringer Knuckle. Its sheer destructive force obliterated every incoming attack.

GABRIEL I’m standing in the heart of the ancient, forsaken temple, my silver holy sword gripped tightly in my right hand. Torchlight flickers across the crumbling stone walls, casting long shadows that seem to writhe with unholy life. I am Sir Gabriel Voss, holy knight of the Order of the Eternal Light, sworn to purge demonic corruption wherever it festers. The village elders sent me here to seal this cursed place, but the moment I crossed the threshold, something changed.

Atlas sounded pissed. "What the fuck was happening in here, anyway? Why did you call us?" Xander asked as he glared at Taryk. "We're going to have words, you and me." Taryk nodded, looking unmoved by the threat. "Some new goddess...deity...thing was inside Kiema. Said her name was Heppni. She's equal to a Prime. Also said that Azica has a lot more power than Earth when Ten questioned her. I'll fill you in later. I need Kiema back. Now." Ransom ran his hands through his hair.

A God of War, an expert of the Island Nations, the result of genetic surgery… Was instantly taken down with a single slap?! Takai seemed more miserable than he had been in Mandrake Residence. He could still stand before but did not even have the strength to struggle now. Harvey York crossed his arms calmly, like an indomitable deity. The sun shone on Harvey, showing a godly figure. Takai glared at Harvey with shock and disbelief. He was perplexed. He had already been genetically enhanced… He was a God of War…

As it emerged, it brought an overwhelming sense of pressure to the battlefield. At that moment, one of the elders stepped forward. "As I suspected, it’s you. I didn’t think you would reveal yourself in such a manner." This was Kayne Hickman of Purecastle, standing tall in the wind, a sword case strapped to his back. With his long beard flowing, he appeared like an immortal descended from the heavens. The six eyes of the daemonic god’s shadow glared at Kayne coldly as it spoke, "Human desire is boundless. I have long said that as long as the original sin of darkness exists in human hearts, you will never be able to eliminate me."

He was wearing an elegant dark green suit and was smiling straight at Arya. ‘I’m sorry sir, I believe we don’t know each other.” Arya wasn’t sure how to respond to that man. “That’s a mistake, I shall correct right now, madam. My name is Maison Nergal.” He introduced himself and bowed a bit. The man was looking expectantly at Arya. It was her time for introduction. However Arya had no surname she could introduce as hers.

He said and Amelia smiled bitterly “This entire forest will be your home and hidden from the rest of the world. When your offspring become seven years of age bring them to my temple to receive my blessings.” Lariempi added before fading away like he never appeared. And with that Amelia became the first Hunter while Lariempi was thereafter known as the Hunter god, up till this very day several Hunters go about killing monsters and supernatural creatures, protecting Human kind from within the shadows. ”

but I couldn't help but stare a little. Tion stood at the far end of the training yard, speaking to Garrick and two other wolves I didn’t recognize. His coat collar was turned up against the wind, his hands clasped loosely behind his back. The picture of an Alpha at ease… except with him, his ease was always coiled and watchful, ready to become something else... something much more dangerous in the blink of an eye. I hesitated on the steps, my heartbeat picking up for no particular reason I could name.

I muttered, frustration bubbling up. “Hey,” Knox said, stepping closer. “Listen to me. If you want to survive here, you need to stop worrying about what everyone else thinks. Forget the past, forget the doubts. Focus on getting stronger.” His words, though harsh, held a strange sort of encouragement. “Fine,” I said, lifting the staff again. “Let’s go.” Knox grinned, spinning his own weapon. “That’s the spirit.” --- The rest of the training was grueling. Knox didn’t hold back, forcing me to repeat the same drills over and over until my arms ached and my legs felt like jelly. He laughed every time I stumbled, but I could tell he was watching closely, noting every mistake and improvement.

I’m stunned speechless, before stuttering, “H—how? How can that be? You’re a god! He still has the talisman! You know where they all are, so where is he?” Like those that were carried by Finn, in the vampire's realm, the talisman of the wood is beyond my sight. I can be of no aid to you, wolf. “Then who can?” That is beyond my sight. Do not invoke me again. With a blinding flash, the Horned God vanishes and the weight of the elements called to the circle disperses with him. Though I struggled against it before, now, bereft of its support, I crumble to the earth in a miserable heap. “Why do I constantly fail her?”