Hollow Knight God Tamer Novels & Stories

"The lord of Wolfort City gifted me this Cambrian Python. It can cleave anything and everything in the universe. Godtools have souls, and the soul of this Godtool is a mystique beast known as Cambrian Fish that can use water-type moves. Chrysopoeia Graders will be weakened against this. Armed with this Godtool and above this vast ocean, I have the advantage. Are you sure you want to fight me?" Yik turned to look at Logan. He had purposely run to the ocean to create the ideal environment for his Godtool. "How dare you speak so rudely to Saint Logan?!" A pair of black and white figures hurried to Logan's side—Ater and Kaiser. They bowed toward Logan. "Greetings, Saint Logan. We came rushing wh

I chuckled nervously and tried to calm my breathing. “Yeah. I remember now. Sorry about that.” The man smiled but his eyes flicked to Kieran for a second, then back to me. I did not like the way he looked at Kieran. Something about it felt wrong and I gripped Kieran’s hand a little tighter. “I am Thomas,” he said. “The gardener. I take care of the grounds.” His eyes went to Kieran again and he stared at him longer this time. “I was following you two to make sure you did not wander into the tall grass,” he added. “There are bear traps out there, really old ones and very nasty if you get caught in it. The family keeps them for security.”

“I’m more surprised that you remember that I eat it like this no one else does.” “Well I care about you and I want my ma— girl to be happy” I cut my self off before I spoil everything for her. I want her to feel it for the first time and realize that the moon goddess answered the prayers I’ve been silently praying since I was 10 years old. “Thank you Axel” she tells me as she takes the first bite and groans from how good it is. The noise goes straight to my cock making it twitch in my pants. Shifting in my seat trying to make myself comfortable again I see jasmine walking back over with her purse in tow.

Assassin Leader: “And why would I believe you? Wolves boast of their divinity, but blood is blood. All it does is stain.” Kaelthorn’s claws scraped the stone as he leaned closer. His voice dropped to a whisper, dark and venomous. Kaelthorn: “Because I have seen it. Their warriors drink from the Moon Goddess’s basin, and no wound stays open, no sickness lingers. I watched a man bleed badly but still he rose to fight again, whole. Their blood carries that same divinity. And I can bring it to you.” The leader’s fingers drummed against the stone table, slowly.

Knights exchanged quick glances, hands brushing against sword hilts. “Tell us, Priestess,” another said, voice firm but cautious. Helena drew in a deep breath, steadying herself. “The apostle of the God of Lust, Heron… his essence, his power, it is unparalleled. It flows with the ability to heal and replenish life itself. The Goddess has shown me that, should I unite with him, even once, my powers will be magnified beyond what we now can comprehend.” A murmur rippled through the room. One knight cleared his throat. “You mean… you must…?”

Seeing Andrew's puzzled expression, he continued, "Your alchemy mentor is Mr. Maverick Zeroual, the God of Medicine, and the greatest miracle worker of our time, correct?" When Andrew nodded, Luther said, "Then there you have it. Wyrmhelm is Mr. Zeroual's junior! They are the two figures who stand at the peak of Holtrien, looking down upon all living beings. Mr. Zeroual has a gentle nature, dedicates himself to healing, cares nothing for fame, and has always been elusive.

When he heard Morticia's reply, General Keeshan's face changed, and he shouted, "Attack! I don't believe that Fiend Martyr is invincible." A few thousand soldiers charged toward Morticia. At the same time, General Keeshan looked sinister as he retrieved an amulet. He raised his hand, and the amulet turned into a blue streamer, extending toward Morticia's back. It was the Talisman Amulet that the Godly Region had used to fight the fiend race.

Alon added, “Additionally, the dragon-carved commander stamp is made of black gold, which is more precious than gold. The whole commander stamp is painted black, so it looks icy cool!” There was a thud as Trevor accidentally touched the beer bottle on the table. He gulped. He looked at the “fake commander stamp” on the table fearfully and had a foreboding sense. “Mr. Fuller, what are you trying to say?” Alon picked up the black gold commander stamp and expressionlessly said, “What I'm trying to tell you is that the black gold commander stamp symbolizes the new God of War's noble position. Meanwhile, you made the God of War eat your leftovers?

“My talisman. Do you think it can be retrieved?” I shrug, “I don’t know. I’m not sure how that works. You traded it and Lysel’s to create the hunters. It now belongs to the god of chaos. It is the main one that creates.” “Have you ever met this god of chaos?” I shake my head, “No. I’m a dragon, I’m a young dragon, but I’m just as mortal as you in their eyes. The spirits are immortal until someone willingly takes their place.”

Maverick pointed out a little less hostile. "I am." I did not hesitate. He actually looked surprised by my words. He should be anything but surprised. "You made me this way. I don't see why you are acting so surprised since you stabbed me with a sword that stole all the humanity I had." I stated nonchalantly. The room became silent and regret shined bright in Mavericks eyes. I looked away from him and turned my attention back to my book. "All tier 4-8 Gods will only be able to teleport and conjure up things." I explained once again.