Hollow Knight Novels & Stories

One. Two... Three... Four... Five... Six... The mountain trembled. A deep voice echoed once more. "Final authorization acknowledged." The doors slowly began to part. Only a few inches. Just enough for darkness to seep through. Within that darkness... Golden eyes opened. Orion. The Hollow King. He stepped into the narrow opening, no longer a monster of smoke, but the man Raven had seen in her memories. Tall. Strong. Wearing ancient black armor. There was sadness in his eyes.

Eko Citadel, Concert Hall, Night Tunde stood in the center of a stage that wasn’t a stage but a floating platform of light, suspended above a sea of glowing faces. The concert hall was shaped like a blooming flower, glass petals arching high above the audience. Holographic birds wheeled across the ceiling. A choir of projected voices harmonized softly, waiting for him to begin. His robe shimmered white and gold under the lights. A crown of soft holographic rays circled his head.

Deep below, in the catacombs, Morwen finished the final chant. The circle blazed crimson. The ground trembled. Wind howled through the tunnels. Kieran stood at the edge, watching and waiting. “Now,” Morwen breathed. “It comes.” But the presence that rose wasn’t wrathful. It was… quiet. A figure emerged from the dark,not tall, not monstrous, but cloaked in shifting shadows, eyes like twin voids filled with stars. The Hollow Watcher. It turned upward. As if listening to something only it could hear.

"I am the Shadow Knight. Once Kaelen Dawnblade. Bearer of the Soulstone. Enemy of the corrupt Council. Avenger of the murdered innocents. I claim these names and purposes. I reject oblivion's comfort." The amalgamation of memories retreated, its composite features displaying surprise. The bone song changed tenor, becoming less overwhelming demand and more respectful recognition. The darkness surrounding him thinned, revealing the ossuary's interior fully for the first time. At its centre grew a tree unlike any in the living world. Its trunk and branches consisted entirely of bones fused together, not constructed but somehow grown into this impossible configuration. Instead of leaves, small f

I shouted at her, hoping she could hear me while she was in the Moon Goddess realm. “A seventh Guardian Knight has been selected, he will be what completes the Guardian Knight bond,” she said in an eerie, ethereal voice. I was confused as I thought Ellie was supposed to make the last selection but in the same breath, I was worried because I didn’t want that light and energy to draw others to us before we were ready.

It felt like my arm was being dipped into acid, but I didn't let go. "Killian! Move!" I screamed. Killian saw the look in my eyes and threw his weight to the side, rolling away just as I slammed my glowing palm into the crystal. The world exploded. A shockwave of pure, white energy blasted outward, knocking everyone in the clearing to the ground. The scepter shattered into a thousand pieces. The First Knight let out a sound...not a scream, but a metallic groan...as his silver armor began to crack and crumble. Within seconds, the armor was empty, falling into a pile of hollow metal. He was never a man at all. He was an automaton, a machine fueled by the Void.

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.

she whispered. “What?” Her eyes stayed fixed on Dominic below us. “The Hollow recognizes him.” Cold crawled slowly through my chest. “What does that even mean?” She looked genuinely unsettled now and somehow that scared me more than everything else in this mountain combined. “The Hollow only answers blood contracts,” she said quietly. “Original bloodlines. Bound monarchs. Chosen anchors.” Her voice lowered slightly. “Not modern Alphas.” Another corpse hit the ground beneath Dominic’s hands and dissolved into black smoke entirely this time.

Every instinct inside me screamed. It moved impossibly fast. Kael shoved me aside just as the creature lunged, a blade of black energy slashing through the space where my throat had been seconds earlier. I hit the ground hard, pain exploding through my shoulder. Kael drew a dagger from beneath his cloak, meeting the creature head-on. Steel clashed against shadow. The sound rang through the forest. “What is that thing?!” I shouted. Kael ducked another strike. “A Hollow.” “A what?!” “They hunt Guardians.”

The way her mother had decided things. Not asked. Not negotiated. *Decided.* Kairen recognized it. She saw him recognize it. Saw the expression move across his face— Grief and love and something that was almost a smile. Almost. "She sounds like you," he said quietly. "Yes," Luna said. "Tell me about the Hollow One." He breathed. "The Hollow One is not a being in the conventional sense," Kairen said. "Not a wolf. Not a goddess. Not anything with a fixed form or a name in the way you and I have names."