Hollow Stones Novels & Stories

The world broke open. Stone, ash, and fragments of the throne scattered through the air as the palace collapsed beneath us. A roar unlike anything I had ever heard tore across the realm deep, endless, filled with hunger that felt older than creation itself. The Hollow was rising. Its body unfolded from beneath the earth like living night, stretching higher and higher until it pierced the fractured sky. Shadows poured from it in waves, swallowing light wherever they touched. I couldn’t even see its full shape.

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.

It yawned open from the cliffside like a wound in the earth, breathing cold air that reeked of ancient iron and magic. The runes across the stone glowed faintly—recognizable only to Lyra. She traced them, breath catching. “They match the scars on my back,” she whispered. “The ones that came after the first Gate opened.” Kael’s eyes narrowed. “It’s calling you.” They stepped inside. ⸻ The Hollow wasn’t made of rock. It was bone. Miles of smooth, ivory corridors wound deeper and deeper beneath the mountain, pulsing faintly with a glow that came not from torchlight but memory.

Unstoppable. Every night, another village fell. Every morning, more refugees arrived, their faces hollow, their eyes haunted by what they had witnessed. The Hollow Ones moved swiftly, consuming everything in their path, leaving nothing but ash and bone. The people were terrified. The kingdom was on the brink of collapse. Elena grew more desperate with each passing day. She dispatched scouts, consulted with Mira, and searched for answers in the ancient texts. But the Hollow Ones were unstoppable, relentless. They couldn't be reasoned with. They couldn't be bargained with. They were only consumed.

Mara stumbled back as the crack widened just enough to reveal darkness below— —and a faint, rhythmic glow rising from deep under the foundation. Not ocean. Not rock. Something older. The beam flickered violently. From the sea, the Drowned One’s eye opened again. And from beneath the lighthouse— something opened in answer. The Heart Below The crack split wider. Cold air rushed up from beneath the lantern room floor, carrying a smell older than salt—like stone sealed away for centuries. The faint blue glow pulsed again, steady and slow. A heartbeat.

he said flatly, “but we found the Hollow. And it’s not empty.” Lyla pulled away, breath ragged, voice sharper than steel. “Show me.” Ten minutes later They stood at the edge of a jagged, narrow gorge. The opening looked like a wound in the ground, pulsing with a faint red light. Lyla’s boots crunched against bone and frost. Jonas pointed down. “It’s not just a cave. It’s alive.” Eli stepped beside her. “Whatever’s in there it’s calling to someone.” “Not me,” Lyla said, tightening her grip on the blade at her hip. “And that’s a problem.”

Just, I want to say not tonight, I want to keep this off for few extra days, but a storm is coming, and I can't have another night out in the cold, being homeless is not fun. I walked off the bridge, it's my favorite place in the whole of the town, in the summer me and mom used to feed ducks from here, but in winter, it's beautiful, coldly beautiful. I walked toward the auction house, there's one in the big cities, and even small ones, vampires like to choose their pets from all over the world, there's an auction once monthly if I'm lucky I'll join tomorrow's auction.

Without saying a word, I nodded. Carefully placing one foot in front of the other, I walked through the maze of graves, my eyes scanning the inscriptions on each and every stone, my mind filled with curiosity and a sense of reverence. My emotions were a jumbled mess of sadness and anticipation as I drew closer to the place where Megan now rested. The stone monument was a haunting reminder of her life, with a large headstone standing as a testament to her existence, elegantly adorned with her name in an ornate font. Every beat of my heart felt like a reminder of her absence, intensifying the pain and causing it to clench tightly in my chest.

LYRA The Hollow does not celebrate. That’s the first thing I understand as the council’s voices fracture behind us and the city exhales like something wounded but not yet dead. There is no triumph in the ground beneath my feet. No warmth. No reassurance. Only gravity. The Hollow pulls—not forward, not down, but inward. Toward a center that has nothing to do with geography and everything to do with cost. Cain feels it too. I know by the way his steps slow. By the way his shoulders square, not in dominance, but in readiness.

Scarlet: I laid in the middle of a pool filled with dark liquid. I sat in the on a stone and looked over the dark waters trying to see something or anything a place to swim to. But instead I just saw the never ending dark liquid vanishing into more darkness. I sat on this rock looking at the name engraved on to it with quilt swallowing me up whole. “Saige”. It read in cursive. I kept remembering the heart wrenching howl of my mother when she realized Saige was dead.