Hollow Knight Hat Novels & Stories

“You look. You actually look properly.” I take it. I lower it to eye level, genuinely, fully looking—and it is quite something. The centerpiece is a knight, the helmet enormous, the body small and determined beneath it. An arrow points to the figure in careful, effortful handwriting: thats me, Leonid. Beside the knight, on a horse, sits a figure in a long dress. Her arrow reads Eva. I look at the horse. The horse has legs. And arms. And what appears, unmistakably, to be a suit jacket.

when surprised. Nate looks at the K-pop star with longing and adulating eyes. Kim Ji-hoon, whose stage name is Shadow, stands almost seven feet tall. His handsome face is currently hidden by a black helmet but it’s him all right. He’s wearing a sleek leather jacket, fingerless gloves and leather pants; black from head to foot except for a pair of faint green Antlia Yeezy Boost 350 V2. The sneakers were supposed to be released only at select retailers in Europe, Russia, and Ukraine around the end of this month. (Nate has managed to keep abreast of the outside world through actual paper copies of Manila Bulletin on Camp Unplugged’s coffee table.) “You’re late. Your engine’s still warm,” Nate n

Then, a kind-faced older woman—the orphanage director, if I had to guess—followed behind, two larger crowns clutched in her hands. “Luna Hannah, Alpha Noah, welcome!” she called out warmly as she joined the children. “The little ones made these hats for you. Of course, you don't have to wear them if you’d prefer not to.” Before Noah could respond with what was sure to be a curt refusal, I was shaking my head vehemently. “Nonsense!”

"Alpha! Where have you been?! We have been looking for you all night!" Iron Hogan was the first to walk up to Raven when he strolled back to the Alpha's house...in Knight's clothes. Knight wore his cloth loose, and it looked even bigger on Raven. But he liked it, mostly because of the faint black tulip smell on them. Isn't black tulip the cutest flower? Raven thought as Iron grabbed him and checked his head to toe. "I'm alright, uncle Iron!" Raven chuckled at Iron, "What happened?!"

He than pressed the button as the recording started. "HELP.... HELP MY SON. IT'S EMMA SOMEONE IS TRYING TO KILL ME... HELP... MY SON... PROTECT MY SON.." Before the recording ended abruptly another woman's voice came, "BITCH" as the recording went blank. "This voice.." Jacob's furrowed his brows as this voice looked familiar. "It's a woman, we are looking for a woman killer." He told him. "What about Murder weapon?" Jacob asked as James pulled out a plastic bag carrying a knife. A woman constable had told him that this knife is a very expensive kitchen knife that usually is sold by the set only.

His eyes were still open, but all he could see was the vastness of the unknown. Kayla was perplexed; she had no idea when someone entered because her eyes were closed, but when she opened them, she saw that the horrible blackmailer in front of her had been hurled against the wall like an ant. What was the name of her knight in shining armor? She thought, because her knight was dressed in a hood cap and a black leather boot. She couldn't make out his face, because he was on her side, facing the bad guy. She thought of leaving, but not before retrieving the blackmailer's phone.

Get it together, Arkham! I look back over as Justin Volt is carried out of the sports arena on a stretcher… unconscious, and I suddenly realise something… "Kenzie Hart … You somehow just became the Game's Day official Top Warrior." The crowd goes wild, and her gorgeous crystal green eyes widen as she takes it in. 'Holy fox!!!' She exclaims. I find it extremely cute how she never swears. She has such an innocence to her… but apparently, she will also kill you if you piss her off.

Then my eyes catch a glimpse of a familiar figure coming with the soldiers, wearing light blue armour with a feathered hat, the colour similar to the feather we found that night—the hat which belongs to the murderer. Of course... how did I forget? The Western clan always wore that attire with a sky-blue feather hat. And that person is non-other... my best friend, Duchess Winter.

I said, not interested in going. "Then I think what I will say will make you reconsider." He optimistically said his face liting up. "There is nothing that can change my mind. Now get back to work." "But sir, I heard that Mr. Queen will be there and the queen of England is the guest of honor this year." He smiled, showing off all his white teeth as if what he just said was the best thing he has ever said. "So? how does that concern me?" My right eye was raised up in confusion still waiting for his reason why I should be happy that those people will be at the event.

When Drake hands me a helmet, I notice it's different to the last one. “I had it custom made for you, sort of a delayed birthday present.” He responds to my unasked question and he looks a little nervous, I'm not sure how to respond. Looking it over, I take note that it's black but there is a dragon’s head design on it. The scales are a darker green than the colour of my eyes, but its eyes match mine, emerald green with dark flecks. “It's amazing, thank you Drake.” I’m stunned by such a thoughtful gift, I immediately put it on. It fits perfectly, he smiles, grabs his own helmet and we climb onto his bike. I hug him around the waist and grip Fangs lead in my right hand, while speaking to his