Hollow Knight Wattpad Novels & Stories

But she didn’t know how to explain it—didn’t know how to tell him that the voice from the Hollow Fang was starting to drown out everything else. That night, Caitlyn walked alone to the Hollow Fang. The relic pulsed as she approached, its light dim and erratic, as if it recognized her presence. She hesitated at the edge of the sanctum, her heart heavy with uncertainty. She wasn’t sure what she was looking for, or what she expected to find. But the pull was undeniable, as if the relic itself was calling her, asking her to understand something she had been too afraid to face. The air in the sanctum was thick with ancient power, the walls seemingly alive with the energy that radiated from the Ho

Selene You’d think saving the world—or at least trying to—would come with some dramatic music or maybe a thunderclap in the sky. But instead, it came with paperwork. Literal paperwork. The morning after Briarhollow, I found myself hunched over a desk that still smelled like old wax and damp wood, going through ancient alliance scrolls while my tea went cold. “You’d think being chosen by prophecy came with better perks,” I muttered. Killian glanced up from across the room, where he was oiling his sword like it had personally offended him. “What, you thought saving the world would be glamorous?”

Freya's pov “Careful,” Kye warned as he climbed down after me. “If we fall into another ‘echo fracture’ or ‘timeless void,’ I’m turning around and becoming a baker.” “You’d be terrible at it,” Finnick muttered, dropping beside us. “Too much fire. Not enough patience.” “I’m charming,” Kye shot back. “People would wait.” I ignored them both. We were back in the Hollow—that strange pocket of leyline-twisted terrain where time stuttered and the air carried the weight of memory. A new path had opened after the Watchers disappeared. The circle I had carved into the earth had dissolved the last boundary, and now…

I then resolved to shoot for the sky even when I have no competition to motivate me. "What are you writing?", I asked, trying to feel less awkward. "I'm writing a story on Wattpad, "The Battle of Wits: War Against Bullies". Would you like to read it and tell me what you think?, It isn't much. Just an author note and the prologue, which I'm writing that I want to publish tonight". "The title sounds cool. I would have asked for the synopsis if not that I don't like spoilers or anything that looks like it. I'm on Wattpad, so I'll read it and drop my review for you in your DM"

The Verdant Hollow’s core hums beneath my feet, a subterranean chamber where golden-green energy threads converge into a pulsing nexus, the sanctuary’s heart. The air is thick with primal magic, stirring my crescent mark into a steady burn. I move cautiously, my new sight scanning for the keystone the mysterious lunar-eyed figure warned me about—a relic Voren planted to drain the Hollow’s wards. The whisper from the Lunar Well chamber, The bridge will break, echoes in my mind, urging me forward despite the gnawing suspicion that I’m walking into a trap.

His. And he, my blade-wielding fury, my war-forged shadow, he was mine. The storm had passed, but the fire between us still glowed, banked low but unextinguished. I rolled onto my side, fingers tracing the tattoo along his ribs, the one I'd never seen before now. An old glyph. The sigil of the Hollow. "What does it mean?" I asked softly. He glanced down, then smiled faintly. "It means rebirth."

The storm roars, hungry. I grip the needle. The village dissolves. --- **The Hollowfather's Gift** The hollow isn't a place. It's a *being*. A colossus of static and teeth, its form endlessly unraveling. It has no face, but I feel its gaze-a pressure that cracks my ribs, that liquifies my resolve. *"You've always been mine,"* it croons. *"The Weaver stole you. Shrank you. Let me remake you."* The storm begs. *"Let him."*

'I don't know what I'm supposed to do hunted by the ghost of you. the first five chapters are on wattpad. If you wish to listen to the song while reading you can try it there.

"I don't need you to protect me. Your love will be enough for me to fight till my last breath." ~ Regan "My love for you is mercenary. Don't expect something that you will never get from me." ~ Lincoln . . . Regan Wells (Maria Turgenev) It started the day in senior high, a game of revenge that I was unaware of at that time. He starts the battle of the unknown with me, a girl with a lost memory against him, a handsome bully with his demons.

(By that I mean, not an alpha, beta, etc) Trey would’ve found another mate at Takumi’s wedding. 18. I never planned for this book to be longer than the first one because I was working with two brain cells. I honestly thought I wouldn’t get past 30 chapters because half the time, I didn’t know what to write in the next chapter. 19. Since Trey and Twilight weren’t supposed to be together, Trey was going to be part of a plan (that Mitsuri and the pack came up with) to bring Twilight and Takumi back together.