Hollow Knight Vessel Novels & Stories

A shockwave of displaced air flattened the dead trees for a mile in every direction. But the Herald didn't shatter. It slid back a dozen yards, its boots carving deep trenches into the ice. The chrome metal of its chest rippled like mercury, absorbing the kinetic energy and instantly reforming. "Kinetic output exceeds historical data," the Herald analyzed mechanically. "Initiating Void-Siphon." The Herald raised a hand. A sphere of absolute, light-swallowing blackness manifested in its palm. It wasn't magic; it was localized anti-matter. It fired a beam of pure void straight at Caleb’s heart.

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.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

I heard a faint whoosh sound and felt a breeze, opening my eyes to see Hermes standing in front of me, a large door-sized portal to the heavens glowing behind him. He looked both surprised and pleased to see me, “Oh, Lady Abigail, how fortunate that I should run into you here, I got word that your father's soul was coming and was bringing the device over,” he had a satchel with him containing the device that is said to cleanse my father’s soul, but where was my father? “Hello, Hermes,” I greeted with a pleasant smile as Kora and I stood in front of the pile of weapons to block his view.

I said absentmindedly as Blake stared at me, and I couldn’t help but stare back, his eyes haunting, still making me hot under the collar. “Well then grab it up for them girl!” Beverly said with a nudge. “Look alive!” “Yes ma’am,” I said as I brought the empty vials to her first, before going to the fridge and retrieving their boxes of vaccines. “You have to keep these cold,” I said quietly, trying not to look him in the eye as I set the big box on the counter and grabbed some quick snap ice packs from the freezer. “It’s you,” Blake said, and my eyes drifted back to his.

Separate the main leads. 2. Give the supporting actor a good ending. 3. Accumulate hundred percent favorability points from either of the main leads. Unlock and fulfill secret mission to gain points which will help you when you retire or resign. Higher the points, bigger the privilege given. All the host are given a system. The name of your system is Venus. She will accompany and assist you through all your journey in different worlds. You can spent a lifetime in all the world you enter or immediately move to another after you have accomplished your mission.

At the altar sat a sealed obsidian vessel, faintly glowing red—the Blood of the Ashen Saint. As Bain and Seraphina approached, the ground trembled. With a sudden crack, humanoid figures burst from beneath the floorboards. Twisted, eyeless, and stitched together from fragments of failed Hollow experiments — failed children, abandoned vessels. “They’re Hollow Shells!” Elias shouted. Sokolov drew his twin blades while Vulture blasted one straight through the chest, sending it skidding across the stone. “They’re trying to stall us!” Seraphina cried. “They know we’re close!”

Unless trading failed. He moved through the wreckage, stepping over a shattered display case that had once held a set of probability dice. The few surviving vendors watched him with wary, predatory eyes. News traveled fast in the underground. Everyone knew the Planet's Alpha had destroyed the Weavers, and opinions on that achievement ranged from reverent terror to murderous resentment. Jack needed a specific merchant. The Hollowsmith. The Hollowsmith was a legend even among legends, a craftsman who specialized in creating containers for the uncontainable. If anyone could build a vessel to safely extract the root access from Jack's nervous system, it was the Hollowsmith.

Aria felt it the moment she stepped into the clearing. **Pain. Memory. Hunger.** It slammed into her chest like a drumbeat. One of the Hollowed looked up, sensing her. He pulled off his mask. He had no eyes. Only empty sockets, stitched with red thread. “Vessel,” he rasped. “You walk willingly.” Kael growled and moved in front of her. “She walks with *me*.” The man smiled, cracking skin stretched too thin. “Good. Let Thrennos see what he must break.”

"They are a gift from the Star Seeders. They have traveled across the intergalactic void to find the White Wolf’s garden." The discovery was interrupted by a sudden, tectonic shift in the atmosphere. The sky, usually a peaceful violet gold, flared with a brilliant, azure light that mirrored the oceans of Aethelgard. A lone, non-technical craft—a vessel made of solidified light and liquid quartz—descended through the clouds with the grace of a falling feather. Kaelen appeared at the edge of the grove, his graphite obsidian skin looking like a pillar of the mountain itself. He didn't shift; he stood in his human form, his silver eyes fixed on the descending vessel with a protective, Alpha auth