Hollows Series Novels & Stories

Not abandoned. Waiting. Ronan looked at me. "Welcome to the Hollow." The Hollow was a sanctuary. And a prison. Inside, the rooms were carved from rock. Simple. Cold. But they hummed with old power. The kind that clung to the walls and sank into your bones. "What is this place?" I asked. Ronan lit a lantern and handed it to me. "Before the Council, before packs, before territory lines and mating bonds, there were seers. Witches. Wolves who didn’t answer to anyone. This is where they went when hunted."

The First Ones’ city collapses, its crystalline spires shattering, its shadowed halls crumbling under twin suns, their silver and black light swallowed by void, a broken hymn of the Veil’s heart, anchored by my fading essence to Elara’s dream of coexistence. My crescent mark is gone, my essence a dying spark, the First Ones’ blade lost forever. Cassia holds me against the sanctum’s cracked arch, her crimson aura blazing, her amber eyes fierce with the Hollow’s fire, her strength the only anchor to my dissolving soul, silver blood pooling at her feet. My human form is a shadow, wings a dream, my Convergence form sacrificed, and the Veil’s hum is a faint pulse, a guardian’s duty extinguished.

Today's research had been beyond draining, adding to the fact that Maura is extremely bubbly, she basically wore me out with her endless talk. The hallway was quiet, save for the distant murmur of voices. My footsteps were soft, padded against the wooden floor. The last thing I wanted was to run into anyone and exchange unnecessary pleasantries. Then the air changed. A sharp scent—metallic, primal, feral—hit my nose, and my feet slowed. Just ahead, the door to the courtyard was cracked open. Every part of my being screamed to turn back, but for some reason, I felt a strong pull. I inched forward, drawn by something I couldn’t name, and peeked through the gap.

“If you follow me, there are rules. No Council. No alphas. No forcing loyalty.” The silver-scarred man nodded. “We choose you.” My wolf roared approval. The woman stepped forward again. “My name is Seris. We call this place the Hollow. It’s hidden—warded by old magic. The Council hasn’t breached it in decades.” Relief fluttered briefly in my chest. Too briefly. A sharp cry echoed from the edge of the clearing. A scout burst from the treeline, blood streaking his face. “They’ve found us!”

I eye the seat for a while before easing my guard just a little bit and sitting on it. “My grandfather, Alpha Kael Vance, and Damian Blackwaters, Allister Blackwaters’ grandfather, were once inseparable allies, brothers in everything except blood. Until the Hollow war.” “What’s the Hollow War?” “A brutal war that broke out near the southern territories after wolves began disappearing mysteriously in large numbers. An entire site was found with wolves mutilated and covered in strange black markings.”

Love. Death Distance Time The Hollow feeds on those truths Twisting them. Deepening them. And suddenly I understand what it really is Not merely hunger. Not merely entropy. Despair The belief that connection is meaningless because it ends. My knees weaken slightly The void presses harder around me. Memories surface painfully Every goodbye. Every loss. Every fear of abandonment I’ve ever had. The Hollow pushes deeper “You will lose them.” Theodore laughing. Aurelion smiling softly. Vireon’s calm eyes.

" Behind us, Jody's heart-wrenching sobs filled the air. I pushed down the last bit of pain in my chest and walked into the sunset. Chloe, from now on... Daddy is going to live a good life for you in this world. The End

A thread of gold light shimmered in the air, faint and trembling, leading into the darkness. Hope. John stood, barely able to breathe. “She’s not dead,” he whispered. The spiral flared once in agreement. Whatever he had broken whatever law he’d shattered it left behind a path. And it was calling him without hesitation, he stepped into the dark. The world twisted, flipped. And when his feet landed again, he stood in a place he never thought he’d return to. The Hollow’s origin. The first altar, the forgotten womb of the Spiral. And in the center…A small pool of blood-red water floating in it