Hollowing Souls Novels & Stories

he said, his voice low. “Then it’s time someone did,” Lyra murmured, eyes fixed ahead. “The Hollowed Ones left blood in their wake. I’m going to follow it.” They had been tracking them for days. From the ruins of the third Gate to the Crescent Fang borders, through the scorched ridge and now toward the ancient woods the packs once sealed off—the Hollow Hollow, named not just for its appearance but for the magic buried beneath its roots. It was a place even the bravest of wolves avoided. Where the veil between spirit and flesh thinned. Where banished power whispered back into the world.

“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

But what use was steel against something like this? The void writhed, twisting and unfurling like the tendrils of some unseen entity. The whispers grew deafening, echoing in Elior’s skull, in Sienna’s, in the very bones of the earth. And then, the voice returned. "We are the Hollow." The tendrils stretched toward them. "And now, we rise." Sienna gasped, her fingers digging into Elior’s arm. “Elior.....” The void surged forward. Elior threw himself in front of her, sword raised.

"He’s a mess, and he smells like a grave, but he’s alive. That’s more than most people get in this valley." "He doesn't have a soul, Runa," I choked out, the tears finally breaking through. "The Council... they didn't just break him. They emptied him." "Then we'll fill him back up," Sola said, her voice unusually firm. She reached into her pouch and pulled out a small, dried flower—a lavender sprig from the Deep Woods. "Our people have stories of the Hollowed. They say the soul doesn't leave; it just hides in the deepest shadows where the pain can’t reach it. We just have to go in and find it."

“It’s not physical. It’s in his soul.” I thought as much... But unfortunately, that makes it more difficult to even do anything now. A whisper rides in the wind. I don’t know who speaks it first. Maybe one of the old fae who linger at the edges of the battlefield. Maybe one of the dying spirits. "The Hollow has taken him." My blood goes cold. The Hollow. It’s not death, not exactly. It’s the space between, a veil-thin plane where souls are neither here nor gone. Where time frays and memories decay. Where you forget who you are.

I could hear the distant screams of the forgotten gods who had been trapped here, but they were drowned out by the loud sound of destruction. I could sense it, too. There was more than simply bodily vibrations. I had them in my bones. My soul contained them. The place that had appeared to be an eternal emptiness, the Hollow World, was starting to disintegrate. "Please," I said to myself as my eyes began to water. "Please, don’t let him destroy everything." I wanted to rush over to embrace him and remind him of his identity. However, the ground beneath my feet was breaking away, making each step more difficult. The world was disintegrating, and it seemed to get farther away from me every seco

They are a popular rock band who hid their identities behind skeletal makeup and fake names, but since we are family, we know who they are, which is every single member of the Death Kings here. Shadow cuts the bindings on each of them swiftly. This drinking game is about to get a whole lot more interesting.

He was smiling at him and was still sitting on that little cloud. "Welcome to Steel Soul Online! I'll be your AI assistant in the game too, so feel free to ask me anything!" stars illuminated the darkness, and beautiful nebulas formed different and colorful shapes. In front of him appeared three little orbs that looked like planets. Every planet is for a different type of player: the first one is for the ones focused on magic, and the second on technology, but each one has a little of the other system, so you can freely visit anyone you want. The third one is the chaotic zone that many people know as the underworld, meant for players seeking a challenge in their gameplay. You can choose one

“You wished to see me.” “Yes, Vivenne. I need answers.” The bone charms around her wrists rattled as she shifted in the chair. “The hollowing is a sophisticated ritual. A human mind cannot sustain that level of darkness on its own. The hollowed spirit is a mindless vessel of destruction, so he answers to someone.” “We already know that, Vivienne. What I want to know is can we stop this thing?” She considered the question. “Maybe.” “Maybe?” I scoffed. “I didn’t call you here for ‘maybes’, Vivienne.”

Because he hadn't heard her laugh in five years, and he wanted to hear it for the rest of his life. Morning arrived quickly. Everyone gathered in the courtyard. Eryx stood beside his dragon. Morwen carried several satchels filled with herbs. Selena held Luna protectively. Queen Lyssandra looked uneasy. Caelan remained unusually quiet. Killian adjusted his sword. "Explain this Hollow Realm again." Morwen sighed. "It exists between worlds. A place created by forgotten gods. A prison. A sanctuary. A nightmare." Kael frowned. "Very helpful." Morwen ignored him. "The Hollow Realm feeds on memories. It searches your heart. It finds your regrets. Then turns them into monsters."