Hollows Series Novels & Stories

He looked at her, and even though it was dark, she could tell by his expression, illuminated in the eerie light of the dashboard, he wasn’t joking around. With a deep breath, Ru recited Reaper’s Hollow History 101. “Reaper’s Hollow was founded by Thomas Reaper in 1789. It’s named for the founder and his family, who lived there and started a trading post with local native tribes. Our school, Thomas Elementary, was named for Reaper. Even though he had an unusual last name, children need not be frightened because Reaper was a good, church going man. He had twelve children with three wives, and some of his descendants still live in the area. Is that what you wanted to hear?” She had recited it a

“The feral seems to have gained a friend “ Sierra continued, unaware of the significance of her find. “And I think I know where they are going.” “oh?” Lucas raised an eyebrow curiously. Sierra nodded. “the mass graves. They are. What? Fifteen miles in that direction? I could be wrong but there is nothing else out there except snow and trees. Maybe we will find Chloe on the way.” Lucas didn’t need to think on it too long. It was a guess but it was the best guess they had to go on. Otherwise they were running in circles chasing their tails. It was starting to become embarrassing. He gave Sierra a nod to confirm they would following up on her theory. Orders were passed for a team to remain in t

The older lady patted her shoulder lightly while returning the smile then headed back to her business leaving Amy behind. "Where do I start from?" Confused Amelia whispered. "What kind of Christian books would be less boring?" She exhaled deeply while her fingers traced through the books on the shelf. “‘Ahaha!” exclaimed confused Amy as she picked out a book from the shelf. “What could this be about?” wondered Amy while she read the synopsis of the book in her hand. She read out in an undertone, “Filled with faith and inspiration, Break Out will challenge you to build a new prespective, let nothing hold you back…” Nodding her head in concurrence to the words she read, “ hmmmmm…. I certainly

My heartbeat had not yet steadied and I could still feel my arms vibrate by my side. Today's episode of healing mister Holloway was the scariest I had ever encountered in all my life. Face to face with what could have turned to homicide. I wiped my sweat from my forehead with the back of my palm and headed back to the kitchen. Water, I needed water.

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.”

I didn’t know how long we’d been out here, but I could feel my feet getting cold so saying nothing I started walking back down the path towards the second place I had to show him. He was quiet the entire way there. It was a cave actually and during the holidays the people of Hollow Peak would arrange it just like the scene of Jesus’ birth. It hadn’t happened yet. But it had the lights on. I could tell the view left Gabriel speechless. “I must admit this is… different. So, what exactly is happening here?” he asked, looking around. “Wow, I would have never thought that you guys do this every year.” “Well, it has been a tradition since the church started. We always have an Advent or Christmas t

Hollowspire was never meant to fall. Its spires scraped a sky that forgot to weep. Its walls were carved from volcanic stone soaked in old magic. Teeth of extinct beasts adorned its gates, trophies of silence and victory. Beneath its keep, scripture older than flame coiled through bone-colored catacombs. It had weathered every war. Resisted every siege. It had whispered the will of Sirelia for generations. Until today. Until Seren came. She came without an army.

It was a wound. The sky above was gray and rotting, and the air shimmered with a pale, golden mist that clung to her skin like grief. Black trees stretched into the horizon like skeletal hands, their bark wet with sap that smelled of iron and burnt sage. Riven came through behind her, and the Gate sealed itself shut. They were alone. But not for long. “The Hollow senses you,” he said. “Is that good?” “No.” They walked in silence, through the pathless land where the ground cracked and pulsed beneath their feet.

“It’s close.” She nodded. “Can you feel it too?” “Like a drumbeat with no rhythm.” They walked forward together, past bones half-buried in snow, until the land fell away and there, across a frozen ridge, the Hollowborn stood. Wolves of shadowed bone and withered flesh, eyeless and tethered to something unseen. Dozens of them. Each one breathing without breath. Standing without will. Magic pulsed from them like rot under the skin. But one among them was different.