Hollow Knight Hat Novels & Stories

The darkness I saw was intensively at the tip of making me blind. His conical, straw Chinese coolie hat was one feature that pointed out that what we were dealing with here wasn't Gefion. The rims around the hat was a sharp that it self, seems to have an ability of its own. Like it wasn't enough, a twelve leg creature clamped its pointed legs as it walked out from the darkness. If anything else, this felt unreal to me. This was never expected. The Assassin, as his dressing depicted, had his thumb and his pointing finger on the rims of his hat. The next action was expected.

They are quicker than I am, leaping through the air with their long, thin legs. “There's no time. Tell me you have the cure?” “I do, brother. I will find you even if it's the last thing I do. I. Will. Find. YOU!!” He snarls with conviction. I come to a halt as I glance upwards to see a Rion leaping over my head, landing on his feet in front of me. He adorns the traditional Rion gold-plated armor with a helmet to match. A black plume runs through the center of the helmet, indicating that he is a Knight of the Royal family. He swings his four-metre-long Knight lance in his hands.

Immediately, he closed the door in a hurry, such that I almost bashed the bat into his head. “My queen, I’m sorry for disturbing you so late, but I just wanted to be sure you were okay.” He bowed and got on one knee, waiting for me to speak. He had a helmet on his head which also hid a major part of his face and he was unarmed. There was something oddly familiar about this warrior, like I had seen him before. I dropped my hands but still held tightly onto the bat. “Take off your helmet.” He removed it slowly, revealing his neatly cropped black hair. His head remained bowed, and I still didn’t see his face, driving me even more curious.

KALILA POV He was dressed in all black, a pair of brown riding boots, and a brown hat on his head, although he looked absurd, he still looked very charming. “You’re like a damn grim reaper. What are you doing? And why do you have that vulgar hat on?” I asked when I had regained a little of my composure. “Vulgar? This hat belonged to my father.” He exclaimed, touching the tip of the hat and trying to adjust it to fit his head.

Each weapon was of Common Rank only. Even as Yman was in front of the person in the counter, the person seemed to be unbothered and only showed him the total price while lifting his thick arm. Without even taking off the straw hat that covered his face. However, Yman noticed a strap of black garter connected to his ear. He guessed that this guy was wearing a mask — or an eyepatch?

We reached the doors of the mansion shortly after we entered the main gates and Herald yelled out the word “HARPLEYEGA!” with vigor. A moment later the doors swung open and the Hatter stepped out solemnly to the porch where we stood in silence. His dusty black hat with a pink ribbon covered almost half of his face, his head tilted down. He had his arms clasped and resting on his lower tummy. His suit was old but was a unique mix of black and aubergine. Herald walked up to him and sat looking up to him

The others wait behind me in breathless silence. I can feel their tension like a physical thing. Caelan is the only one who steps forward, positioning himself beside me without hesitation. His palm brushes mine, and the contact sends electricity up my arm. A shape begins to form from the ash and shadow. He’s taller than I remember from my dreams. Cloaked in bones that gleam like polished ivory, crowned with antlers that drip with silver moss like tears, the Hollow King emerges from the veil between worlds. His eyes are empty sockets that should hold nothing but darkness.

Hana was dressed like a true hunter, and it was hot. Black combat boots that I assumed had hidden blades in the toe and heel, black tactical pants that had hidden pockets to store potions, a gun holster on her left thigh, and a holster of blades on the right. Her left kevlar vambrace held a dozen thin silver bolts that she could launch with a flick of her wrist, while the right probably concealed a blade or a spray. A simple form-fitting black t-shirt pulled over the high collar kevlar vest obscured her form but protected her, and that’s what mattered.

Kael didn't look pleased, but he nodded. Moments later we were climbing the northern battlements. The storm hit us immediately, freezing wind and blinding snow, and the fortress stretched below with thousands of wolves preparing for battle. Archers lined the walls, warriors gathered in the courtyard, the entire pack stood ready. Then I saw them. My breath caught. The Hollow Kings. Five figures stood beyond the gates, only five, and somehow that was worse, far worse. They wore black armor that seemed forged from darkness itself, silver crowns resting upon their heads, their faces appearing almost human, almost. Their eyes glowed with pale moonlight, ancient, merciless, immortal.

Twenty minutes later, Kim and Ethan came out of a punk clothing store and almost surprised Jack, or even more frightened him! In this shopping mall, the decisive professional elite Ethan was dressed in a motorcycle leather coat, felt hat, leather boots, silver wig, and monocle, just like the noble dark knight in the anime! Besides him, Kim's shape is even more impressive. She has a lot of rivets and skeletons on her body. A face covered by a green wig is wearing thick smoke makeup. One of them is holding a stick, the other is holding a mace. One of the bodyguard whisper to Jack, "Badass!"