Hollow Knight Vessel Novels & Stories

I looked up and froze. "Sam? Sam Mitchell?" "Zoe!" My childhood friend, Zoe Cameron, laughed and pushed her glasses up on her nose. She pulled out her equipment and started examining me. When she saw the damage down below, she couldn't help but gasp. "Sam, that's pretty bad. But your tubes aren't completely necrotic yet. Leave it to me. There might still be a sliver of hope." I quickly pulled my pants back on and subtly wiped the cold sweat from my forehead.

Violet accepted her fate as her body went limp. But as she slowly closed her eyes, something happened. The water around her shimmered, and she saw something. A full moon, bright and beautiful, hanging in the night sky. It was so big. A howl echoed in her ears, filling her with a strange sense of calm. It was as if the moon was calling to her, asking her to hang on. But soon it slipped away, just like the air in her lungs. The howl fades into silence, and Violet could feel her heartbeat leaving too.

I placed my thumb on the fingerprint scanner on the wall and the screen on the wall turned green. "Voice recognition—" "Ethan Frost," I cut it off. There was a three-second delay. "Welcome back, Master Ethan." A slight jolt and the elevator was on its way to sublevel 2. I closed my eyes and sighed. A pressing matter at hand. The peace had become fragile, and it was only a matter of time before different packs started pointing hands at each other. Death to the Moon Goddess' vessel. The statement was clear. The rogues had someone directly funding them.

The sky over Aethel-Luna had changed from a scene of migration to a storm of deep anger. The Hollowed, the combined consciousness of the Swarm that had failed to capture a "Neo-Kin" vessel, had formed into a single, screaming force. It was a "Mind-Cyclone," a mile-high whirl of violet static and sharp data shards that turned the air into ozone and memory.

- R H Y K E R "Captain of the White Knights, Akito Takeshi, Kai Takeshi and lastly the first commander of the army, Camélia Gran!" The guard announced, making me sigh in exasperation, I hate paperwork and if it's an urgent matter I should deal with it and solved it. My country is important to me, like my family and my girlfriend. There are three things that matter to me, I can't abandon one of them, it would represent death for me. "Your royal highness." They bowed down, I waved my hand and showed them where to seat. Akita stayed up while the commander and Kai sat down, lazy people.

He laid her on the cold stone floor, brushing damp hair from her forehead. “You weren’t ready,” he muttered. “And yet… it chose you.” Raven stirred, voice hoarse. “It’s… inside me.” “Yes,” Malrik said grimly. “And now every creature tied to the gods will feel it.” Her eyes fluttered open, fear and fury tangled in them. “What am I?” Malrik’s jaw tightened. “The vessel. The Hollow Blade is not merely a weapon, it is a will and now it lives in you.”

She tapped a command into her phone. From the treeline, a low, subsonic hum began to vibrate the sand. The palms parted as a craft emerged that made our previous VTOL look like a paper airplane. It was a Vance Zenith—a liquid-metal scout ship that used the same cloaking technology as the Council’s sphere. "You had this the whole time?" I hissed at my mother. "A Banker always has a reserve, Seraphina," she said, stepping toward the craft’s ramp. "Now, load the child. We have six hours to reach the Pacific dead zone, or the 'Sovereign' will truly be a grave."

They were weaving themselves into a hollow, aerodynamic shell of Bismuth-Quartz and living fiber a vessel grown directly from the planet’s own mineral wealth and the "Celestial Echo." ​The Construction of the Vane-Thorne ​It wasn't a rocket built in a factory. It was a Grown Vessel. The ship, which Thomas had already named the Vane-Thorne, was a shimmering, iridescent teardrop of translucent stone, its hull pulsing with the same indigo-gold light as the Marianna Root.

Down in the cavernous hangar bay, the heavy magnetic locks disengaged. "Listen up, rookies!" Jack roared from inside his towering, heavily armored Defender mech. He raised his massive rotary railgun. "This isn't a training simulation, and there is no gravity out there to save you if you stall! You protect the flanks of this ship with your lives! Shield Squadron, drop!" [The Void Dance] The massive hangar doors of The Sovereign hissed open to the vacuum of space. Four Vanguard mechs, glowing with localized cyan energy, launched themselves into the dark abyss.

We were the eye of the hurricane. "They're breaking up!" Solara shouted from the weapons station. "The gravity is tearing their Void-cores apart!" But the "Great Hunger" was not a mindless beast. In the center of the carnage, a single ship—larger than the rest, shaped like a hollowed-out ribcage—remained stable. It wasn't fighting the gravity; it was absorbing it. "The Command Vessel," Killian growled. "It’s using a 'Singularity Engine.' It’s feeding on the collapse to power its own weapons."