Hollows Series Novels & Stories

“Gods… Ragnor, that’s—” “The Hollow.” My voice came out as a low growl, steady despite the icy dread crawling up my spine. Valkyrie turned to me, her eyes searching mine for confirmation—for denial. But I had none to give. “No,” she whispered, shaking her head. “It can’t be.” It was. The Hollow was more than just a spirit. It was a force beyond this world, a parasite that didn’t just consume bodies—it devoured souls, leaving nothing but an empty, twisted husk behind. A fate worse than death.

excitedly ran towards the door without Cathie commanding it, Cathie entered soon after and the door closed after she pass-through, peace once again returned to the sandy desert. At the same time, when the deep and odd humming was heard from the deep space, in a hidden location only known to those that worship the Chaos. A middle-eastern boy who was sleeping on a throne of bones was jolted awake, he stared towards the sky even though he was inside a hidden cave, his followers bowed down to him as they saw him move and look up to the sky. The boy smiled as he quietly listened at the humming, the boy sometimes nodded towards the deep indescribable voice. As the humming slowly faded, tears strea

"If you go, I will take you. But I warn you: the Hollows will ask for something you may not be willing to give." The Southern Hollows were a labyrinth of limestone and shadow, the entrance a narrow fissure in the hillside that seemed to swallow light. The air that flowed from it was cold and carried the faint, sweet scent of decay — not the sterile decay of the Blight, but the organic decay of leaves and bones. Lira stood at the entrance with Aria and Rowan, while the rest of their party waited outside. Only the essential would enter; the Hollows tolerated few. "Stay close," Rowan said. "The caves shift. Paths that were open yesterday may be sealed today. And do not speak unless you must. Th

Candy moved first, kneeling by a flat stone slab half-submerged near the center of the bank. “It’s here,” she whispered. Jimmy helped lift the stone. Underneath, a staircase spiraled into darkness, lit by faint runes glowing blue along the walls. “Are we seriously going in there?” he asked. “We don’t have a choice,” I said, brushing past him. The Hollow was colder than I expected—not just physically, but spiritually. I felt it in my bones, in my soul. At the bottom was a round chamber, walls covered in etched lunar symbols. In the center stood a bowl of black water, still and deep.

Not angry, not yet—but aware. The Hollow was no longer empty. And somewhere in that silence, a single, ancient howl echoed through the roots of the world.

“The Hollow is near.” They crested a ridge, and beyond it, nestled in a glade shrouded in mist and snow, lay ancient ruins. Black stone pillars jutted from the earth like broken teeth. Vines coiled around archways inscribed with runes Lyra couldn’t read, but somehow felt. This was it. The Hollow. A place older than blood, older than Alpha lines, older even than the curse. Kaelen motioned her forward, but paused before crossing the threshold.

she said, her tone cautious. “But fate can be cruel. And sometimes… sometimes it is not just your heart at stake.” I could not answer her. I could only nod, feeling the tension coiling tighter in my chest. The word tasted bitter and sweet on my tongue. It was as if every heartbeat, every sigh of wind through the trees, was pulling me toward a future I did not yet understand. And somewhere, out there in Winter Hollow, the other half of this thread was stirring. --- Ronan Thorn.

“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.”

A dark that wasn't empty but expectant, like a storm gathering breath. Then vision returned, slow and syrupy. The Hollow revealed itself not as mere space, but a cathedral of flesh and root, stone curved into impossible arches. Veins glowed faintly with bioluminescence, illuminating warped structures of bone and stone, the walls alive with murmurs that vibrated just below the range of hearing.