Hollow Knight Hat Novels & Stories

Long white hair flowed down around their shoulders from beneath the wide brims of their hats. Their skin was coarse from the local weather. They wore light grey robes with golden accents and matching pointed hats that bent slightly at the top. A gold symbol adorned the hat. “You might want to back up.” He said in a musical voice that was soothing and disturbing all at once. “I can’t just give up on him like that!” She exclaimed, feeling a deep hole in her chest ripping open. “Don’t give up but make room for the dragon to work his magic and believe.” The little man suggested. She allowed him to pull her away behind the line of little men, where they had brought Prince Vaugn.

I was somewhere else. A battlefield. Blood soaked the earth. Bodies lay scattered, warriors with torn banners clutched in lifeless hands. The sky above swirled with black clouds, lightning flashing in jagged streaks. At the center of it all stood a man. Tall. Dressed in dark armor, his face obscured by a crown of jagged bone. The Hollow King. His eyes burned like molten gold, the same way the Revenant’s had. He lifted a blade—the same dagger Rael had just taken.

Some lost their heads, lost an arm, had no legs so that they were hobbling with both hands, and most had open wounds on the chest and abdomen. The knight's spirits swarmed the entire hill, making the air turn unnaturally cold. One of the spirits drifted into the center of the circle, he was the most flesh-bearing spirit as far as Edmund could see. Wearing an iron helmet that left a bit of dark brown hair with matching eye beads, a very sharp nose, firm cheekbones. There was a long cut visible on his neck, and when those gloomy eyes glared at Edmund intensely. The man immediately recognized who this spirit figure was.

Multiple heart seekers rush into the forest, stomping on the broken woods and splitting the blades of grass. The ground shakes from the rushing heart seekers. The stamped has so much force that the grass and dirt elevate before crashing back down. Among the creatures in the forest, two pairs of feet rush on a trail. Sticks and rocks along with metal boots bash on the ground. Both creatures wear a black knight suit itched with golden outlines along the shoulders and torso. Their armor looks thin as opposed to heavy alterations of a traditional knight plate mail but what separates tradition is the animal helms and the mechanical goggles. One of the helms is in the shape of a wolf, sculpt perfe

I got slightly jealous, what is wrong with me. Knight was clad in a red sport jersey with Red Rebels printed on the front, had packed his hair in a neat bun in the middle of his head, his facial features were more evident now. The strong curve of his jawline, his broad nose, high cheek bone, full lips, his red eyes were now more gorgeous now when there no strands of hair obstructing the view. Wow, this knight guy is just gorgeous, but I might soon be kicking things off with Jacob again, and he's already got a girlfriend.

Lana’s POV Kade's smiling face looked down at me as he handed me the carnations. “I have something else for you. It’s for only you and no one else.” He produced a motorcycle helmet that I hadn’t noticed he was hiding behind his back. It was about my size and solid black, with a small pink engraving that read “L.B.” The helmet also had little ears on top, which I found oddly cute “That’s nice of you,” I said, a little bewildered. I didn’t have the time to question him about this; I just wanted to get away from Caleb, so I took the helmet from him.

She doesn't immediately come over so I pick up a hat I found and went to a mirror nearby. I examine myself and then just think... eh. I go back to the rack of hats and gasp when I find one I like. It's a Twenty One Pilots hat that's mostly black but then red in places. It has its logo on the front and on the side a TØP skull with a line through it. I look at the price and cringe, $20+ for a hat just seems crazy.4 I shrug as Kylie walks over to me and looks at the two hats in my hand, " I didn't think you were into hats. "

I lifted my gaze, my vision blurring. “James…” My voice was hoarse, barely a whisper. “Do you really hate me that much? “Would my death finally make you happy?” For a brief second, something flickered in his eyes—hesitation, maybe even concern. But his next words were like ice. “Yes. “So die, then.”

Jordan reaches for a top hat instead. “How about this? I’m your faithful servant.” He says placing it on his head with the elastic band under his chin. Dakota giggles as she tries to look over the top of it. “I can’t see anything.” Jordan slides the hat so it sits on the side of his head slightly. “How’s that?” He asks her.

The masked commander laughed softly. “They are here.” The doors exploded inward. Wood and stone fragments scattered across the room. A group of elite warriors marched inside wearing armor marked with the same incomplete symbol. Their leader stepped forward. His presence was overwhelming. He removed his helmet slowly. Revealing sharp features and cold eyes. His gaze locked directly onto me. “So,” he said calmly. “The crown has chosen a new bearer.” The Alpha stepped in front of me immediately. “State your identity.” The man smirked. “I am Commander of the Coalition of the Broken Line.”