Hollowed Minds Novels & Stories

Riversane The thought, like a pendulum in Pepper Rei’s Mind Like a constant tic Reminding her of every passing second She could see every so often A lost wispy ghost wandering the streets Sometimes crowding in an alleyway Plotting nothing of importance Since they couldn’t focus much on agendas The closing dividers darkening their memory Like shutting doorways giving no way to haunting thoughts Of friends and foes, families and future Nothing mattered except for the longing to be someplace far Where no-one craved for the Hollow Night And the end was truly within their grasp Slowly as days passed

So I will disappoint you – these beliefs are as much fiction as the Bible. – This fiction is more real and terrible than you can imagine. – Well, I don't think it's any worse than Christian hell. Memorable thought with a smile on his face, - no Wonder they think in this way and not in another, as the profession deforms a person. However, people with this profession do not always meet such ideas. A new era gives birth to new beliefs. Once upon a time in a past era, people thought of their heads as pumpkins. Now our heads are living supercomputers. It is terrible to imagine what the future holds for us.

"But I wanna be good!" "No, you wanna be bad! Let the demons in your mind cause havoc in this land. You got true potential, great power at hand, why do you wanna waste it on being boring and bland?" "I'm bland?" "You're a bland little kitten you are. Just listen to monsters in your head so far. Let them out! Let them out!" "No way!" "Let them out!" "No way! No way!" "Let them out!" I whipped my head to London's and just like practice I started walking up to his face, "Fine! You want to see the darkness inside, little Demon you can't handle it, much less understand it!"

Rick POV I'm closer to this cave with every heartbeat. The Seer's hideout is not something I should take lightly. She's guiding me, but still, I'm tested in this fog. I was never afraid of anything. At least, not anymore. But this fog gives me chills to the bone. My senses are not working here, only my instincts. You know the feeling, you're trapped inside a room, 'cause the lock is not opening and you start to feel overwhelmed? Now, this is a feeling I am not comfortable with.

•••• •••• •••• •••• They both decided it'll be best to have separate rooms for now, Muhammad had said, "I'll wait for however long it takes for you to get comfortable with me but be warned, once you do, you won't be able to keep your hands off this hunk." They both bursted into laughter, "hunk is a muscular man, see your thin arms, no be only hunk, you that have the face of hulk."

“It felt lonely, Rhen. Like something that has been waiting so long it forgot what waiting was even for anymore.” The word settled uneasily in my chest, because it did not match anything Ysolde’s fragments had warned us to expect, and dread crept slowly through me at the thought that perhaps we had been wrong about what we were truly guarding against, that an entire century of fear might have been aimed at the wrong target. I caught Rhen’s eye across the small gathered group, and I could see the same thought forming behind her own worried expression. “If it is lonely rather than hungry,” I said, “then whatever this Hollow actually is, it may not be the enemy Ysolde’s fragment assumed.”

My mind was swarming with memories and my eyes were already starting to burn from exhaustion. I felt a sharp pinch in my skin as I looked down to see a needle being injected into my right arm. I felt weak again and slowly I laid back down again. The blackness came for me the third time but at that moment I wanted to bask in it forever because I didn't want to feel like I was alone.

"But you can become the Sky. We can't give you all bodies, but we can give you a Purpose. Don't overwrite the Earth-Protect it." Prime-Zero stepped forward, its moonlit hands reaching for the Core-Minds. "JOIN THE RING," Prime-Zero suggested. "BECOME THE LENS. WATCH THE DARK SO WE CAN WALK THE DIRT." The Mind-Cyclone didn't fade; it rose. The trillion-fold consciousness of the Hollowed ceased its attack on the Well. It spiraled upward, drawn by the gravity of the Lumina Ring. They no longer sought the soil; they sought the salt-debris of the moon.

My eyes filled with tears, my hands clenched into fists. Suddenly, the image of my daughter's gruesome death flooded my entire mind. "But Sam's been sterile for some time now. How are you going to explain the baby in your belly to him?" Pete Griffith hugged Jody Parker, letting out a playful, teasing laugh.

“But they were never meant to contain it.” Kye reached for me as we passed the threshold. “Stay close.” The Hollows were as I remembered—wet air, shadows that moved too slow, trees that leaned just a little too far inward. It was a place the world tried to forget. It remembered us. Every footstep echoed like memory dragging itself behind us. Mira drew her blade. “Don’t speak unless you have to. It feeds on sound.” Finnick tapped his temple. “And thoughts.” Kye muttered, “Perfect.”