Hollowing Souls Novels & Stories

It wasn’t a home—it was a fortress built to intimidate. I didn’t waste time. My voice cut through the silence, sharper than I meant. “What were those skeletal creatures that took them?” My tone was a growl, fury coiled tight around the exhaustion in my chest. Selena didn’t even flinch. Her eyes caught the candlelight but gave nothing back. “They are the Hollowed. Corpses emptied of will, bound to whatever spirit commands them. They came for your son because he is marked. His light threatens them. The boy draws the spirit world’s hunger the way blood draws wolves.”

Then she whispered to his ears, her eyes resting on me, “Your reward for tonight will be more than what we do. Suck as many places you can. F*k as many places that you can. And eat as many places that you can.” “Oh goddess you’re making me c*m already, baby.” For a moment I taught if there had known where they were. If they had been doing a lot at the secret doesn’t mean it will be a show in public. In front of the pack. “She was nothing before this night,” she added softly, loud enough for everyone to hear as she moved towards me. “And she’ll return to nothing now.” The circle broke. The fire dimmed. “Winter Hollow, dismiss.” Elder Soran screamed.

Cyril’s body lay motionless near the altar, but his last spell lingered like poison in the air and then the Hollow rose. It wasn’t a beast, not really, but it was ancient and vast, with eyes that looked like they remembered every sin ever committed under a moon. Its form rippled, half-wolf, half-human, and sometimes something worse. When it spoke, the sound came from everywhere at once: the air, the ground and my pulse.

But the truly horrifying part— Their eyes glowed completely hollow white. No emotion. No humanity. Just emptiness. The air inside the sanctuary grew colder instantly. Selene stepped backward sharply. “Hollowed.” Kael’s voice turned deadly quiet. “You brought them here.” Selene’s silver eyes flashed. “No.” A pause. “They followed me.” The lead Hollowed figure tilted its head unnaturally toward Lyra and Kael. Then it spoke. Its voice sounded wrong somehow. Too many voices layered together. “The Sovereigns awaken.” The whispers spreading across the floor intensified.

The door unlocks and I walk inside. The glass cells line both sides of the room. The room is white, clean and sterile. These cells are strong enough to hold a dragon. So two weak humans won’t be able to break free. Each cell is enchanted with magic and the glass is unbreakable. The only way in or out is if a member of the Supernatural Council opens them. Each cell has hidden cameras. Plus the cameras in the hallway. This place has been dubbed the Eerie. Completely impregnable.

“If any part of the sword touches any part of his body, I win. And there would be no sacrifice. But he only wins when my heart is no longer beating.” “A duel to the death?” the eldest one said. “We accept on the condition that we would sacrifice both Ashley, her sister, and their father when you lose.” “Me!” I yelled and walked towards them. “Sacrifice me if he loses. My name is Molly Lancaster, and I'm a descendant of one of the werewolves that attacked the monks to steal the spirit sword. I'm a werewolf illusionist, the last of my kind. Sacrifice me instead of them.”

Feeling that familiar iciness in the air surrounding them, the hairs on her body stood instantly. "Let's start with the basics, what is your name?" "Nicholas." What an ordinary name. So ghosts do have one. "You said something about being half dead and second chances, what does that mean?" "Recovering my memories gives me access to my body and its location." Oh, so he doesn't know where his body is. Poor ghost. "But, why me?" "I told you. Soulmate." All strength left her. Conversations with this ghost led nowhere.

Its surface was shattered, spiderweb cracks spreading out like fractured veins. I reached out and touched the cold glass. The broken reflections fractured my face into jagged pieces, distorting my features into something unrecognizable. A shiver ran down my spine. This was no accident. Someone had been here — sending a message I wasn’t yet ready to read. --- That night, sleep was a stranger. In the darkness, I heard a whisper, faint but clear. *“Find the truth beneath the surface.”* I told myself it was the wind, the city playing tricks on a tired mind. But deep down, I knew it was something more. Something waiting.

She stood taller than her fear, the Hollow’s power flowing through her veins. “I didn’t.” The reflection snarled. “Then I’ll unmake you myself.” The Hollow trembled. The spiral buckled and reformed, shards of memory rising and falling like breath. Old voices whispered at the edges, bearing witness. Spirals shattered. The reflection raised one hand—and every shard of every memory in the Hollow rose like blades. Images flickered in their surfaces: childhood laughter, grief, triumph, all weaponized now, spinning in a storm around them.

One of them. The shadows writhed, the silence grew taut and in that unsustainable stillness, i knew the war raging outside was nothing to the war that had just begun within this room and far away through the cracks of the windows, the faint cry of a howl developed, unprecedented, freezing and tinged with black magic. It was coming closer.