Hornet Hollow Knight Fan Art Novels & Stories

"They seem interesting." Host, "Ohh, at the south corner, a brawny man dominating the area with his massive force!" The strong man holds a morning star weapon. Its spiky ball made in iron is easily swayed by him, crushing his opponents in a single throw. "We have also a crazy man here in the north area." The tall and skinny man, holding two knives is crazily laughing while attacking the defenseless kids. He chose the easiest opponent to kill. "What a coward," Akane uttered watching him. She was about to step forward to attack him herself, but was ceased by Himari tightly and shakes her head, telling her not to do anything.

The Sky Raiders attacked from the rear of the Western Army and the Dread Knights from the north they drilled through the enemy formation as they are trying to rendezvous back to their lord and master. The first wave of Zerrohnians, led by Captain Khorn Blood Fang, arrived aiding his lord in battle as he ripped through several dozens of soldiers using his plasma axes. Khorn Blood Fang is well-known among the Iron Wolves as an “Ancient Venerate Fell Fang berserker” – hailing from the Red Ring Zone of New Dawn. The Red Ring Zone is notoriously known for Fellbeast spawns and its harsh living conditions – making it near impossible for anyone to live unless they are part of the Blood Fang tribe.

It showed he had read my message but didn’t respond. Days came and went and part of me wanted to keep chasing Nick, but my gut was telling me to leave it alone. My art became angry and dystopian. I knew I had to escape and gain some clarity on the situation. I decided to head to the place Nick took me to on our Sunday date. It took me a while more driving around to find it, but I got there eventually. I took my sketch book with me and sat under the old oak tree. I started drawing the landscape around me. Before I knew it, the night was drawing in. I headed back to the car and sat in the car for a while. I still wasn’t sure what to do so I decided to try and call Nick.

“Distribute these to the soldiers hiding in the trenches. Tell them to use this to create noises. If they see any hobgoblin or brutes nearby from their hiding spot, they can shoot them using these special pellets.” Pulling the slingshot with his old, scrawny arms, the old knight released it with an ear-splitting snap. Sir Rowan gasped in surprise at the whip-like sound created by such a small weapon. His assistant looked equally impressed at Zen’s invention. Who was this kid that Gunter sent as backup?

Multiple heart seekers rush into the forest, stomping on the broken woods and splitting the blades of grass. The ground shakes from the rushing heart seekers. The stamped has so much force that the grass and dirt elevate before crashing back down. Among the creatures in the forest, two pairs of feet rush on a trail. Sticks and rocks along with metal boots bash on the ground. Both creatures wear a black knight suit itched with golden outlines along the shoulders and torso. Their armor looks thin as opposed to heavy alterations of a traditional knight plate mail but what separates tradition is the animal helms and the mechanical goggles. One of the helms is in the shape of a wolf, sculpt perfe

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

It stood on two hind legs as it smoked a cigar that released bubbles instead of smoke. On top of its head, there were furry little hornets with colourful wings. They flew around and collected the bubbles. The bubbles were then tossed into a portal that was as big as their size. They were only the size of a human thumb. Jennet was in awe as she enjoyed watching those tiny creatures doing their jobs. She adored their cuteness! Her intense ane voiceless stare drew unwanted attention from the hornets. They became anxious. Luckily, the green-back turtle noticed their discomfort.

“…I’m going to see the tattoo on your hand, right? I doubt she’d force you to rub it off while it’s still healing.” “I doubt she’d even see it.” Gryphon hissed a sigh. He then stopped at a design. “This should look good enough. It’s rather simple and would heal faster.” “You really like simplistic lion art, don’t you?” Andrea chuckled and looked through her book to find an eagle that looked similar in style. “Can I ask them to just copy the wreath and put this eagle head instead? They can do that, right?” Gryphon nodded, but he answered softly upon hearing the owner discussing with someone outside. “I like simple designs because I’m not fond of a literal lion. If I was, you should have eaten

Very elaborate stick figures danced and moved from one side to the other as actors in Neon with horns, halos and beard to symbolize each of the mentioned characters. "The chipped little angel who made the bad life choice of falling in love with the real fuck, died of stupidity and the little freak almost went along "a little stick doll appeared, one that had a horn on one side of the head and half halo on the other"but the real fucker managed to save the Mirim aberration and thanks to that, he clung to the creature that helped him with garrinhas and fangs "a very poorly drawn fire bird appeared in the corner, spitting fire"the creature that also had no neurons, used the real fuck as a consol

I shout, yanking free, chains snapping, my hands glowing hot, burning the altar’s edge. Jude stumbles up, blood dripping, shadows lashing at Selene’s swarm. “Raymond, hit her!” he yells, voice raw, shoving a Hollowkin back, its claws missing my arm by an inch. I focus, light pouring out, bright as hell, burning through the Hollowkin, their screams echoing as they turn to ash. Selene’s eyes go wide, her crown sparking, shadows weakening. “You’re nothing!” she snarls, lunging, shadows aimed at my chest.