Hollowed Minds Novels & Stories

Now, I could squeeze a burst of power from my ability, albeit for a short while. "Die!" I cut everything down with this short burst of strength, behaving no differently from a lone wolf backed into a corner. I eventually made it to the edge of the horde. Limbs flew everywhere as I stampeded over countless corpses, running for dear life. 100 yards. 200. 300. I could barely make out the broken subway sign, but my body was already at its limit. The complications from ingesting a high-tier crystal core by force were starting to show. My vision had gone blurry, and I could taste metal in my throat.

she said, her tone cautious. “But fate can be cruel. And sometimes… sometimes it is not just your heart at stake.” I could not answer her. I could only nod, feeling the tension coiling tighter in my chest. The word tasted bitter and sweet on my tongue. It was as if every heartbeat, every sigh of wind through the trees, was pulling me toward a future I did not yet understand. And somewhere, out there in Winter Hollow, the other half of this thread was stirring. --- Ronan Thorn.

"That's not possible." "It wasn't supposed to be." The First Hollowed's gaze remained fixed on the darkness. "But something happened." The darkness pulsed again. A low sound echoed across the clearing. Almost like breathing. "Absence became aware." Nobody liked that sentence. Not one person. I could feel it. The discomfort. The instinctive rejection. Because awareness belonged to things. To beings. To minds. Not to emptiness. Not to nothing.

My parents couldn't bear to see me suffer, so they left the decision up to me. But I came to realize I didn't want to spend whatever time I had left surrounded by cold, white walls. I wasn't paying attention for a few days, and the old woman in the next bed was already gone. Her half-finished bag of cereal sat there for a while, then was tossed away by the cleaning staff. At that moment, my heart clenched tight. I realized I wasn't nearly as strong as I had tried to pretend. And so, I made up my mind.

“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

Holding my ring up for everyone to see, I said, "I hereby make a formal announcement that I won't ever marry you, Carl, so stop deluding yourself into thinking you can still marry me. Henry and I are married, so you should give up." Once I was done, the anger I had been holding inside of me finally dissipated. All the guests started whispering among themselves. "I never thought Mr. Anderson would be this lovestruck." "No man is immune to the power of love. That being said, Ms. Gardner is with Mr. Moran now. Carl does pale in comparison." With each passing comment, Carl turned a little paler. He stared at me in disbelief, his eyes filled with pain. I couldn't keep the smile off my face. The w

“Piano. Something slow. I think you played it once.” “I did. Before Eidolon, I taught for a while.” “That makes sense,” he said softly. “There’s something about your hands. Like they know both creation… and destruction.” That brought a tight laugh to my throat. “You don’t forget some things.” He didn’t answer, but when our fingers brushed as I handed him the canteen, he didn’t pull away. Small miracles. The Hollow was a concrete scar in the mountains. Once, it had relayed global signals through an array of underground servers. Now, it was dead—except for the chamber Paladin had marked in red ink. There, behind layers of steel and rock, lay a terminal unlike any I’d seen before.

And soon my whole world goes black. And I fall. ———— I can hear people speaking. They're worried about me. They wonder when I'll wake up. I can't answer them. And even if I could I'm not sure I want to. Dena is gone. Torn apart in front of me. And I was happy. But now I'm falling slowly into the abyss and I wonder; What does that mean for me? To take sure pleasure in the demise of another. Like him. “Like me” the Hollow man says.

I thought. Sarah, you made a man like me daydream about a woman! I murmured within myself and scoffed. 'It was a beautiful daydream.' I thought and stepped out of the lift. I went out of the hospital and sat in my car, today I'd released that I have no one to care about me. I remember that time when our whole family used to be happy. When our mom and dad used to care about us a lot. When Niall, Emma, and I were besties. And now, everyone's life is messed up. Why can't we all have a settled and honest frame of mind? Why we all are so, so...so messed up. I thought and banged my hand over the steering wheel.

She asked with some irritation in her voice as she watched our figures from earlier ahead of us. “No, I read your mind so that I knew how to get through to you,” I explained. Abby laughed, “You read my mind?” “Yes, you were smiling because you thought that my eyes were so clear and blue that they could be holes in my head showing the sky behind me, and you found that thought amusing,” I explained further and her jaw dropped slightly, “My minion told me,” Hex was like a voice in my ear since I didn’t have the mind-reading ability myself, I silently summoned his consciousness to me so that I could make use of his ability and he told me what he saw.