Hollow Stones Novels & Stories

“I can't do my shopping here, I have to do it in Dubai city.” I spoke to Demola. “my Diamond.” I spoke excitedly. “You mean, I’m not your gold? Why Diamond?” Demola asked in curiosity. “Well, I love diamond rings and diamond is a precious jewel and goes with your name. Diamond, I believe means, not comparable. It is a gemstone that sparkles. And you, my love, is my Diamond. Happy now?” he started humming: do re mi fa so la ti do; do ti fa so la mi re do. Shaking his head and enjoying his music. Then I knew he approved my calling him Diamond. When he was done singing, I was watching in amusement.

Wax bled like veins. The scroll unrolled upward as if time itself was remembering. “The one the gods could not kill… is coming,” a voice whispered in his bones. He tried to run. There was nowhere to go. His tongue split. His eyes boiled white. Hollowfire consumed both scroll and scribe. When the priestesses broke through the Vault stone, they found only ash and a single phrase seared into blackened marble: “The Hollow-Blood stirs.” The Vault stone pulsed once — like a dying heart — and the words bled themselves into the blackened marble.

Not even when the faint glow of moonlight appeared ahead, filtering through a jagged crack in the stone like a blade of silver. Elise lifted her chin. The tunnel opened into a vast glade shrouded in silver mist. The Hollow. It wasn’t merely a place. It was a trial older than the packs themselves—a sacred punishment and a sacred chance. Some called it a test of courage. Others whispered it was where the Moon judged the soul itself. The guards stopped at the edge. One of them sliced through the rope binding her wrists. “From here,” he said, voice clipped, “you walk alone.”

He was immovable. "Mommy, the stones are singing," Caleb whispered. His voice wasn't childish anymore. It was ancient. "They’re so hungry. They’ve been hungry for a hundred years." One of the Hollowed leaped from the wall. Zack intercepted it mid-air, his jaws snapping shut on the creature's throat, but as it scattered into mist, two more latched onto his wounded side. Zack let out a pained roar, collapsing. "Zack!" I screamed. "Colin, the lighter!" I barked.

Tsk, this man he's not just an idiot but a chicken too. "Then you won't find out about the legends of the five trait stones." Mnemosyne replied that now she raised an eyebrow at Uno. "What do you mean?" I gently question the three of them. "Because Avalon was the first person to be given trait stones by the gods." Hela replied that we were all really upset.

“Well, it’s no wonder he didn’t bother trying to help with that ridiculous undertaking. Of course I don’t know. Why would Larkin even know? He’s not a demon.” “Yeah, but… the Reapers use them, too. There’s one in Reaper’s Hollow, and Thanatos and his horde of monsters have been using it to go back and forth, talking to Azrael and the other demon guys.” She knew she sounded ridiculous, or at the very least, uninformed. All of this was just too much.

The voice that emerged from the door caused the three of us to turn in the direction of the door. The next person I saw caused my head to spin. I looked and felt like a joke, an ignorant fool. Why the hell was Antonio standing at the door in a suit?! And why did Sarah and Ian step away as he entered, as though he was the brain behind all of this? "You see, Dimitri Holloway and I were close friends for a long time. The blueprint on which the Holloway Empire stands on today, was developed by me. Your father did not let you know much about your roots, but he wasn't exactly very smart in the streets of Sicily. I mean, you cannot even speak your language! But, that's besides my point. Immediately

Anyone who was skilled in Ghastly Thirteen Needles would have capitalized on it already. This technique was a money-maker. “I said that I was familiar with it, but I never said I could execute it.” Kaze listed a bunch of terms callously. “Hollow Lock, Hollow Manor, Hollow Keep, Hollow Passage, Hollow Echo, Hollow Assembly, Hollow Cush, Hollow Core, Hollow Heart, Hollow Gait, Hollow Missive, Hollow Refuge, Hollow Vault, and Hollow Shadow.”

He had spent so long preparing for war that peace felt like a foreign language. “The Academy feels different,” he said. “Lighter.” The white flower on the stone bench pulsed once, and the watcher’s attention wrapped around them all. The Hollow was a weight, the watcher said. A wound that had been festering for centuries. You have cleaned the wound. Now it can heal.

Morwen’s hands shook as she drew a new one in her own blood. Veyra chanted, voice trembling, offering her animus like a sacrifice. They placed fresh relics,black crystals, bone shards, and a lock of hair wrapped in silver thread into the center. They were trying to rebind the Hollow. To force it back under their control. I almost laughed. They didn’t understand. The Hollow wasn’t a tool. It was a consequence. And consequences don’t obey liars. I left them there, bleeding and begging in the dark, and returned to my dorm.