Novel & Cerita Hollowing Souls

“That place is unstable.” “Yes,” I said. “Which is why it works.” Darius frowned. “Explain.” I took a slow breath, grounding myself in what I knew—what I *felt*. “The Hollow isn’t just land. It’s where the old system used to bleed into itself. Residual energy, broken markers, unfinished rituals… it’s layered with fragments.” Kairos’s gaze sharpened. “Fragments of balance.” “Yes,” I nodded. “Not whole enough to control anything. Not strong enough to dominate. But still present.”

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.”

" Malakai smirked when he thought of the answer. "We're ghosts baby." Malakai responded and Eden wanted to laugh, but she was so confused at the same time. "Huh? The fuck do you mean?" Eden said and looked up to see a mischievous glint in her boyfriend's eyes. "I have someone, a hacker, his name is Rhys. He'd remove everyone's DNA, their information and everything there is about them off the systems of the world. When you joined the agency, he did the same. In short, we don't exist little one." Malakai said and Eden's eyes widened. She never knew the extent to which Malakai could go.

Now, I'm almost there, I can clearly see, what this really is. From the ground grew out some huge wings or something. No, wait, it's not wings, they're petals. Huge petals, like they're in full bloom, and where the stamens and pistil should be there is a high tower-like building. It's grown of bugles and spindles. Weird... absolutely and freakily weird... if it's the afterlife, then someone fucked up the design. I'm hearing that laugh again, and now, it really is pissing me off.

she nodded gently, her face so intently focused on him now, as he sighed again, struggling to answer her without saying too much. Lukas stepped forward, pulling up one of the chairs from the small dining table, and sitting facing her. "Very few know about us," he said softly, "but the ones that do, they call us 'Shadowsouled'." Jason could feel her apprehension growing, as she likely sensed his nervousness, her eyes drifting between the two of them now.

Hallow Words Ayame Filling the hollow inside. One so deep and endless, it takes him pulling out and slamming it in over and over until every fiber of my being coils around it. Until I find the apex that brings my soul to life, unleashing the chains I’ve kept on my heart.

"They've breached the outer walls. Rogues loyal to Sharona. And something else... creatures I've never seen before. Not wolves. Not witches. Something like a dried up bones that keeps standing. Something that can't be killed." I curse under my breath. "They've unleashed the Hollowborn..." "The what?" Alessia asks, her heart pounding. I explain. "The Hollowborn is the summoning of the dead. They are more like, dead soldiers. They feel nothing. And cannot be defeated, unless the one who controls them is..." "No time!" Darren cuts in. "We need you, Alessia. The frontlines are falling. You have any pent up powers? This is the time to unleash it. It's our only hope now."

“How do you know that?” “I don’t know,” Rowan murmured. “I just do.” “She’s dreaming of us here,” Elara added. “But her dream is tangled with something else. Something dark.” As if summoned by her words, a sudden wind ripped through the clearing, tearing leaves into spirals. The white ash tree groaned, its branches twitching. Then movement. From behind the roots emerged figures. Not human. Not entirely. The Hollowed. But these were different from the ones they had battled before. These were older, their forms wreathed in smoke and fragments of shattered bone. Eyes of burning blue pierced through the fog. One of them stepped forward, its jaw split wide open like a cracked mask.

I was lying in the sun one day as Hal was dealing with the rose bushes again when he suddenly exclaimed in frustration, "Damn these flowers! They really don't like me!" I chuckled and grabbed the watering can right next to me, splashing him with the cold water. Hal felt the water on his back and immediately turned around to playfully glare at me. "Excuse you, Winter Brooke! How dare you conspire with the roses to bully me as well?" Hal immediately came up to me and started tickling me as I laughed and begged for mercy. He wasn't a good cook, but he still practiced hard at it. One night, he made enough food for a grand seven-course meal, consisting of burned, overcooked, dried-out, and even s

Matt remained immune to it. A few chunks of pumpkin teeth charged at his face, nipping him, scraping at his nose while he wriggled in pain, his lower body unaffected with the sudden stab. “Stop.” The Ghost of Michigan ordered, and the teeth halted in the air, they swallowed the sound in their mouth as they revolted against the ghost in the air who seemed to be moving at a faster rate than them. A baleful hoot echoed in the devilish lake. Matt eyed the silhouette in fear, his anxiety finally coming to the surface. He began to lose his composure seeing the way the silhouette looked angry, ready to blast him any second. There was no escape route, rather a hell hole of agony that laid in front