Hollow Knight Novels & Stories

" I looked up in a daze at the familiar gentle voice. The man standing in front of me was Marcus Shadowhow, the man whom I had been in love with for the past six years. Standing behind him, looking terrified and aggrieved, was Sienna Nightsky—Marcus's assistant for the past six months. Sienna, feigning a pitiful act, said, "Why don't we forget about it, Marcus? Although I've been looking forward to this holiday for a very long time, since Lorelei wouldn't let you fulfill your promise, I'll just pretend that you've never promised me this before. Anyway, I have been all alone since I was young. It's fine if you're not with me!"

“To the stables, princess. From there we will rally my men to the barracks.” “And you briefed the lieutenant of this?” “Yes,” Falstad nodded. By the time they have reached the castle’s courtyard, many survivors; knights and servants have gathered together, and are about to depart. “Halt!” He yelled, calling for the highest-ranked person in the survivors. A thin young man stepped forward, introducing himself as a knight captain of the kingdom’s army as well as a hereditary baron in rank. His eyes glistened when he saw the princess, thanking Holus for protecting the last royalty. The knights and servants alike cheered, though, for some, it turned solemn the moment Falstad demanded authority ov

What came through wasn't human. It had been, once. You could tell by the general shape and the way it moved on two legs. But everything else was weird. Its skin had turned gray and leathery, its fingers elongated into claws, and its face stretched into something with too many teeth. A Hollow. Class D anomaly that fed on fear. The crowd started cheering. The Hunter raised his sword. The Hollow circled him, making a clicking sound they made when they were hunting. I'd heard it before during deployments. It usually meant you were about to be attacked.

Realization dawned on me that he was enjoying the violence. I hated him and I wanted to hurt him badly. I flailed my legs, unable to kick him. 'Adrianne.. I think I prefer Rianne. Catches the moment. Quite a fighter, aren't you? ' I glared into his eyes and stifled a gasp. His eyes were dead. Whoever said that eyes were the windows of the soul hadn't met this dude. His eyes were blank, lifeless and had a cruel glint in it. 'Feisty. Just the way I like it.'

He noticed it and said, “Grey of Dark Knight, 18. A black belter and master of martial arts. In charge of training new agents and expert in face to face fights. Aikon Advincula outside but just call me Aikon. I’m Stargazer’s bar tender and Polaris’s barista. Hope we can be friends.” “Ai.” JD-hyung muttered as he nodded and shook his hand. Then finally, he turned to Sean-hyung with a smile I can’t explain. Sean-hyung spoke. “Mist of Dark Knight, 18. Number one in handling arnis, chako and sword. The intelligence officer who has contacts anywhere you go. Sean Madrigal but call me Sean. Stargazer and Polaris’s cook.” He stopped and smiled. But instead of shaking his hand, JD-hyung pulled Sean-h

But the habit of caring about him hadn’t faded yet. “Almost there,” Fen said. “You keep saying that.” “I keep meaning it.” Then the trees opened up, and I stopped. The Hollow wasn’t what I expected. I’d pictured something gloomy, like the rest of the Growth, full of rot, murk, and things with strange eyes. But this was different. The trees here were old, older than anything I’d seen, with trunks as wide as houses and roots rising from the ground in arches tall enough to walk under. In the center was a pool, still and black, perfectly round, as if someone had pressed a coin into the earth. The air shivered with a faint hum, so low I felt it more than heard it, vibrating somewhere in my bones.

“It’s a prophecy. Fragmented.” She traced the words aloud: > “When unity awakens and blood becomes bond, Beneath stone shall rise the ancient beyond. Not born of pack, not born of flame— The Hollow King shall rise again.” Lena swore under her breath. Kael’s grip on his sword tightened. “The Hollow King?” Mira nodded grimly. “A myth… or so we thought. A ruler who reigned before the tribes split. Before bloodlines. Before even Alpha hierarchies. He was said to have been sealed beneath the earth when the Moon judged his hunger too great.”

But the same ghost hacker who does our numbers could help us find theirs, it took him way too long to find them, like I said they are smart, but we are smarter, and when I have something in mind I do reach it. Today out ghost hacker have found us a name, a name that’s all we needed, that’s was a lead, find where the money comes from and you’ll find who’s behind all of this, I don’t aim for the soldiers, I aim for the queen, I’m playing the long game here, and I do plan on winning no matter what. The name he gave us wasn’t a name of a local, someone out of town was responsible for this? It didn’t make much sense, but knowing whoever is behind this is trying his best to be away, to keep himsel

The hungry looking rogues circled us, smacking their lips together and growling. Rachel pulled me into her and let out a kick to one of the rogues. She was a great fighter while I just stood their like a useless idiot. Picking up a long stick beside me I poked one of the rogues in the eye making him yell out in pain. Buying myself a few more minutes to think, I found myself wishing I could reach Ben by mindlink. "We're coming. Don't worry." His voice filled my mind and I squeaked in response. How the hell did that happen?

of the man who had shattered the Forge. A massive spire of white stone—not built by machines, but carved by hand—now stood where the Aegis-Final had once launched. It wasn't a laboratory; it was a temple. At its base, Kael, the former scout, stood waiting. His eyes were no longer vacant, but they were filled with a fervor that felt colder than the void. "The Hollow King has returned," Kael announced, his voice amplified by the natural acoustics of the valley. "The one who emptied himself so that we might be filled. The Vessel of the Great Noise."