Hollow Knight Novels & Stories

"The Hollow Realm feeds on memories. It searches your heart. It finds your regrets. Then turns them into monsters." Aiden blinked. "So... if I regret stealing cookies... I fight giant cookies?" Morwen paused. "Technically... yes." Kael burst out laughing. "That's amazing." Aiden grinned. "I'm actually excited now." Seraphina hugged him tightly. "You are not fighting giant cookies." "I know," he whispered. "I'm fighting giant vegetables." Lyssandra stepped forward. "The Heartspring lies at the center of the Hollow Realm. It is the source of healing magic. The first healers drank from it. The Moonborn Queens guarded it. And its waters can purify corrupted souls."

Ezra had also received his opponent's wild declaration of war. He closed his eyes slightly, speculating on his opponent's exact direction. Windy and Nolan also heard howls filled with declarations of war. The instincts of a Wolf warrior didn't let them have the slightest thought of backing down. They both spun in unison as they flew in Ezra's direction. All the creatures in the forest are afraid to return to their lair because the mystic declares war. The forest was suddenly frighteningly silent, and it was possible to see the danger lurking in that atmosphere.

The forest fell silent once more. “The First Covenant was never forged to win wars.” He looked directly at me. “It was forged to preserve hope after defeat.” I took a cautious step forward. “What is the Hollow?” “A memory.” His answer only deepened my confusion. “A city remembers those who build it.” “A forest remembers those who protect it.” “The Hollow remembers promises.” The silver patterns beneath my skin suddenly burned. Not painfully. Like recognition. The same warmth spread through Leo. Ace. Maya. The ground beneath our feet answered.

The same mouth, but smiling too slow, too knowing. The Hollow spoke through that face. “You both swear the same oath. You both belong to me.” Kael raised his sword. “You don’t get to speak through me.” The Hollow tilted its head. “But I am you. The part buried in every Aeson. The chain you forged when you sealed me away. Did you really think the oath only bound the Hollow? It bound your blood, too.” Kael’s jaw tightened. “Then take me and let her go.” The Hollow’s smile widened. “You would die for her? Then die with her.”

He kissed my cheek, and I ran to tell mother everything about my day. Darkness fell over the dream, and I felt a dark pull. My heart rate quickened; my breath deepened. There was a dim light in the distance, so small I couldn’t gauge how far away it was. I walked and walked, and the light barely changed. I began to panic and felt like I was drowning. A box appeared around me and started filling with water. I couldn’t break the glass; the water was being pumped in through a pipe too big for me to block with anything. Then a light turned on, and in front of the box stood Claire, Lucas, and Dan. I began to lift with the rising water. It wasn’t long before the box was almost full, and I took my

I hoped he was trying to prank me by mimicking the voice and accent of the one man I spent most of my life avoiding. As I stood still, watching my door, he emerged from the shadows. He leaned against my wall, just behind Antonio, slid his hands into the pocket of his grey suit pants and flashed me a wry smile. "Hello brother." There he was. Ian Holloway, the second son of Dimitri and Celine Holloway, my younger brother and only sibling, my rival and self sworn enemy. Antonio cowered away immediately. I could not blame him. The man was too old for the thick tension between my brother and I.

The creature laughs. "You still believe you are separate from him?" Kael's hand closes around his sword. "I don't care what I carry." He raises the blade. "I choose who I am." The Hollow King moves. Too fast. One second it stands near the gate. The next, it is directly in front of Kael. Their weapons collide. The impact throws a shockwave across the battlefield. I stagger backward. "Kael!" He digs his boots into the earth. The Hollow King pushes him across the ground.

“No.” The earth split open. A deafening crack tore through the clearing as dark energy erupted from the fractured ground, from within the fissure, hands emerged. Pale. Clawed. Dozens of them. Then bodies followed, tall figures cloaked in bone-white armor. Their eyes glowing crimson. The temperature dropped instantly. Every wolf present froze. Cassian’s voice was barely above a whisper. “The Hollow Court.”

“It’s like the forest is scared.” Kael tightened his grip on his sword. “Forests don’t get scared.” Lena didn’t correct him this time. Because they all knew better now. They walked slowly, every step deliberate. The deeper they went, the darker it became, though the sky above remained pale and open. The light simply refused to reach the ground. Like it was being swallowed. Then they saw it. The Hollow. It wasn’t a pit. Not exactly. It was a circle where nothing existed.

“We have to reach the Hollow before moonrise.” “The Hollow?” she asked, following his long strides. “A sanctuary hidden deep within the Whispering Woods,” he replied. “Protected by wild magic — old magic. No one from Shadow Ridge will follow us there. Not even Dren.” Lyra frowned. “Why not?” Kaelen cast her a sharp glance over his shoulder. “Because the Hollow doesn’t obey bloodlines. It obeys truth.” They moved quickly through the underbrush, Kaelen breaking trail with careful precision. The forest around them grew darker the deeper they traveled — not because night was falling, but because something ancient slumbered here.