Hollow Stones Novels & Stories

It throbbed, the pain coming in staggering pain. After the nobles disappeared inside a tent, I swallowed hard. I was used to pain; Lilith made me train hard with a spear and a dagger. However, the pain felt worse as if my flesh was ripped apart. I gasped for air as her words came to mind. “Don’t ever show what you are capable of. Conceal yourself and give your enemies the chance of a fake victory before striking.” I was immersed in my thoughts when I felt strong teeth plunge into my shoulder pulling me back. I hit the hyena with all I could, aiming for the eyes. It ended up falling back, dead. I was forced to observe in horror.

It ain't my kid; my attention was needed elsewhere. Axil had also stopped by once before disappearing again with the promise of picking me up after I was discharged from the hospital. There were tons of work to do as he tried to manage everything, starting from the humans who lived within the town, the old members, the new members, and the recently freed members. All the stone people were finally freed. I heard that a lot of them were able to survive while a few unlucky ones had long since ran out of life essence and had died beneath the stone, Bea's mother being one of them.

But those are just the stories people are willing to say out loud. The truth is worse. If the wards fall, the Hollowing will devour this town from the inside out. And Raven is the only one who can stop it. She disappears upstairs with Emily, and I finally let out the breath I’ve been holding since she stepped out of that car. Mom steps beside me. “You felt it, didn’t you?” I don’t answer. She doesn’t need me to. Her voice softens. “She’s the one, Noah.” I close my eyes. “I know.”

“Then we make this moment matter.” In the distance, the Harbinger reassembled. Its form, once pristine and emotionless, now trembled with barely contained fury. The mirror-like surface of its face had cracked beyond recognition, revealing swirling black beneath—a void that devoured light. “You think you’ve won?” it snarled. “You’ve severed one thread. The tapestry remains. The Hollow is the tapestry.” Kaela narrowed her eyes. “Then we burn it all.” The relic blade pulsed in agreement, resonating with Kaela’s rage and Ethan’s resolve. Together, they stepped toward the collapsing core—the heart of the Hollow’s influence. A place born from silence, shaped by sorrow, and fed through generations

"A series of 'Dark-Nodes' are forming. They aren't Purists, and they aren't Architects. They’re something new—The Hollows." The Hollows were regions of the universe where the Expansion had moved too fast, leaving behind "Low-Resolution" zones where the reality was thin, grey, and hungry. They didn't have teams; they had "Eraser-Swarms" that sought to pull the vibrant, high-definition matter of the Sovereign Valley back into the void. The Call to the Rim

A dark that wasn't empty but expectant, like a storm gathering breath. Then vision returned, slow and syrupy. The Hollow revealed itself not as mere space, but a cathedral of flesh and root, stone curved into impossible arches. Veins glowed faintly with bioluminescence, illuminating warped structures of bone and stone, the walls alive with murmurs that vibrated just below the range of hearing.

Choosing her would’ve been suicide. So why did I keep seeing her in my dreams, blood streaked across her face, a ghost of fire burning in her eyes? Why did it feel like I had made the greatest mistake of my life? Liesendra by my side sat by the fire, humming a song I didn't recognize. Her fingers danced lazily over a worn page of an old tome—one of the many ancient relics her father smuggled into Winter Hollow. The red crystal pendant around her throat pulsed softly like a heartbeat.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The hollow held a heartstone. The heartstone of the first hybrid line, the one from which all subsequent hybrid power descends, the one that the records describe as both anchor and amplifier, capable of strengthening or corrupting the hybrid bond depending on the intent of whoever wields it. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The hollow is empty. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The name carved beside it is one Araya has heard recently, spoken with fear and anger in equal measure, the name of the person who removed the heartstone from this hollow and had it forged into something new, something weaponized, something currently in the hands of a half-burned figure moving through the eastern borders wit

Echoes of the Hollow The morning light seeped weakly through the shattered windows of the old chapel, casting long shadows across the cracked stone floor. Sarah sat against the cold wall, the bloodstone nestled in her palm, its faint pulse syncing with the rhythm of her racing heart. The air was thick with silence, but beneath it, she could feel the echo of the Hollow’s power distant, but persistent. John knelt beside her, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. His eyes were dark with worry, but beneath the fear lay a burning determination. “We made it through last night, the first one is gone... for now.”

“ The next game is called the game of Echoes.” Luke announced, standing on the makeshift ring where the five used to practice fighting. “Each competitor will go through the East portal which leads to the world of the hollows. For the sake of those who do not know,” he continued. “ Hollows are phantoms that can see guilt, pain, rage, jealousy, and envy. They can also materialize into your greatest fears, your deepest desires and the things that haunt you when you sleep.