Hollow Knight Story Novels & Stories

Thalia feels herself swaying on her feet, the drum of so many hearts beating like a war-song against the dark. The Hollowing claws at the edges, but it cannot divide them. Not now. Their laughter is a barricade, their stories a shield. The old tales say the dark is not evil, only empty—hungry for what it lacks. But here, in the circle of warmth, there is no lack.

The group found themselves at the edge of a ruined temple, an ancient structure covered in vines, its stonework long since claimed by time. Elior frowned. “This place…” Rael stepped forward, his voice grim. “The Hollow Sanctum.” Sienna inhaled sharply. “You mean the one where the First King…” She didn’t finish. She didn’t have to. Everyone knew the story. This was one of the last places the First King had stood before he vanished into legend. The Hollow Sanctum was where he had sealed something away, something meant to never be touched again. And now they were standing in front of it.

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.

Evangeline swallowed, her throat raw. “The Outer Veil. We’re moving west, towards Aetherreach. The Hollow breached the inner sanctum less than an hour ago.” “I don’t even know what the Hollow is.” Evangeline’s chest tightened as Cassius met her unblinking and steady eyes “They are what was left when hope was ripped from something that used to be alive.” he replied, grumpily, as though forced to speak. "That’s not even an answer.” Evangeline blinked. “True, but it’s the only one that fits, goddess.” Selene shrugged.

"Someone was here." He faced the other boy who was with him and said, "Looks like the person somehow managed to lift the sword but then that person's magic ran out, because of which it fell back into its hole creating these cracks. The loud thud earlier must be due to this. But there's no one to confirm my theory. What do you think?" The other boy remained silent like it has nothing to do with it. The first boy sighed, "Let's get back. And report about it to the chief."

Upon our first speech, we are taught how to wield a blade, upon our first step we are taught to never step back, upon our first sight we are tempered to face our enemies without fear or doubt. Should we falter for a single moment the enemy of the mortal realms will take hold giving them a step closer to the endless night. We stand against the darkness for none shall do so, for that is a knight, so too shall it be until duty’s end… While the night is young Yunno got to know him more despite being given the knowledge by Berfomet about what the Zerrohnians are and what they had achieved and lost over the past century. Though she had already learned much of the Zerrohnian’s fate hearing it from

he said, and I gaped at him, astonished. "The hollow king?" He nodded. "I've been doing some research concerning the void lately, and I discovered that the hollow king and the lunar heir go a long way back," he said. I swallowed. "How long?" "A hundred centuries? Or even more." "I-I don't understand." "According to the book I read, the first lunar heir trapped the hollow king in the void when he descended into a state of madness. The only one who could have opened the void was the eclipse wolf, an even nastier creature than the hollow king."

When she finally talked, her voice was so quiet I almost missed it. "He knew your name." I went still. My hand stopped moving over Kieran's chest where I could feel his uneven heartbeat. She pulled the cloak tighter. "He called you Kaia of the Hollow. Like he'd been waiting for you." A chill ran down my back. The Hollow had eaten up whole families, generations of people. It remembered the dead. But that stranger's eyes hadn't looked sad or grieving. They'd looked like he owned something. "I don't know what he was," I said finally. The truth felt rough in my throat. "But he wasn't just a man."

There, you’ll find the truth of your birth… and the chains that still bind you. Before the Flame returns to claim what belongs to it. No name. No mark. Just the scent of old blood and scorched prophecy. Jaxon frowned, jaw tight. “This is bait.” Kade didn’t speak. He was reading it again. And again. His knuckles had gone white. “They know too much,” Racheal said quietly. “About me. About the Hollow. My mother used to tell stories—half-dreams, really—about a place buried beneath stone where the Moon first lost a battle. Where wolves were burned alive for refusing to kneel.”

Her eyes were red as she begged. "Honey, Wendell Jackson said he'll only sign the contract if you do this. If he doesn't help, our company will go under. Didn't you see how he was acting at the party? He's not afraid of anything right now. We just have to play along." The costume in my hands felt like a thousand-pound weight pressing down on my heart. I clenched my teeth and tried to keep myself calm. "Jody, why did you lie to me about our marriage five years ago? When did you first start thinking about killing our daughter?"