Hollowing Souls Novels & Stories

The creator shouted sharply— “IT’S USING HIS GRIEF AS AN ENTRY POINT!” The giant pushed harder against the sky fractures. Silver light trembled violently. The Devourer roared across the heavens. But the Hollow kept spreading. The alternate Silas fell to his knees shaking. And suddenly— I understood the horrifying truth. The Hollow wasn’t chasing Hope. It was chasing the pain surrounding her. A creature born from timelines that gave up on healing. Hope pulsed desperately through the bond. Then softly whispered one terrified word:

But Amy’s voice told me something was off. “Do it!” she breathed. So I dropped the diplomacy. I sprayed the holy water on the ghost the best I could. The sizzling hiss where the water drops touched the floorboards gave me the creeps, and I heard something like a faint growl. “Hurry!” I traded empty little bottle for big bowl with her and did my best to pour the oily mix in a circle on the floor around her. The screech when I closed the circle was so loud and high-pitched, it made me drop the bowl to cover my ears, stunned.

Her Soul. So, let's see how these girls go through the ups and downs of their life. How will the circumstances lead to their future? What will be the destiny of their set by the universe? And will their souls be able to be together? Or something else is waiting for them.......... Prologue __________________________________________ You are my SOUL __________________________________________ Love, You are my light of hope and rays of blessing. Baby, You are my morning glory and evening bliss. There is no word enough existed to express my feelings,

Beginning of Book 2: Journey for the Souls -Soul Eaters. That's what she had called them. They would suck out your soul and leave you a hollowed shell, doomed to walk the earth preying on the living. Hungering for another soul to fill the empty void you had become.

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

Well, almost empty if not for us: Noah, Lowan, Maura, Cass, the arnis guy, another guy in a butler outfit, a girl in a maid's outfit holding a bow and arrow, a girl with a high ponytail equipped with a sword that looked like a katana, and me. There were three more beasts waiting for us on the yard. I bet the masked cosplayers were holding them off as the arnis dude came for us. The creature that chased us just emerged from the building entrance with an arrow on its head. We were surrounded by four beasts as huge as hippos. I didn't have any choice. I had to de-soul. De-souling is when I materialize my soul so that my body would be an empty vessel for the dark. Most people cannot de-soul so w

For some reason, this scared Kat more than the solid rocks, which were no longer being thrown. Their path was curving downwards now. Kat could see the rolling hills, the concentration of the blue mist, and the valley in which the souls of the Hallows floated aimlessly. Dominating the dark landscape was a large crater with spires around it. Its center was the purification of darkness, a stretch of black so thick and so opaque that it was pulling in the fog overhead and casting it behind a shadow. Sygnus. The void.

The noise of the two Gods fighting was deafening, lightning strikes and flames escaping the ground in defense, both of them had wings so that they could fight in the air; Zeus had angel wings, feathery and white, while Lucifer had the demon wings that resembled that of a bat, the continuous flapping of their wings created more noise as well. “Damien!” Kora brought my attention to her, “It’s almost time!” She shouted. “Almost time for what?” I hollered back, the wind picking up some more. “I need you to take Abby’s hands for a moment while I clear this part of the Garden of the souls, I can’t do it if I’m connected to her,” she explained and I didn’t question further, I took a hold of Abby’s

Behind him, four Umbra priests lifted their hands and began to chant. Xavier gritted his teeth. “He’s not hiding anymore.” “Which means,” Veyna said, her blade dripping with shadowblood, “he’s planning something worse.” Suddenly, the earth cracked beneath them. “What now?” Jorren muttered. It wasn’t a quake. It was... hollow. From the muck, arms emerged—thin, scorched, skeletal. “Goddess,” Veyna whispered. “The Hollowborn.” The creatures clawed their way from the soil, half-formed soldiers stitched from the memory of old wars. Their eyes glowed red, and their limbs crackled with decay magic.

Not the Hollow. Something older. Something watching. And waiting.