Hornet Hollow Knight Fan Art Novels & Stories

This was the Hollow—an ancient, forbidden rite of the Virex line used only when a challenger refused to stay dead. "He’s a puppet," Hestia whispered, her face ashen. "The Virex Elders... they’ve invoked the Shadow Bond. They’re channeling their collective spite into his corpse." The moonlight blade in the creature’s hand hummed, a high-pitched frequency that set my teeth on edge. With a sound like tearing silk, the Hollow-Ronan vanished and reappeared ten feet closer, the blade whistling toward Zayden’s throat. Zayden roared, his form blurring as he intercepted the strike. The clash of moonlight against Alpha energy sent a shockwave that blew out the remaining window panes.

Fuck, I’d give just about anything to be one of them. A horn blows, low and resonant. I cock my head. I haven’t heard that before. Moonlight Hollow is attacking, Kieran says urgently. Here.

The sky over Aethel-Luna had changed from a scene of migration to a storm of deep anger. The Hollowed, the combined consciousness of the Swarm that had failed to capture a "Neo-Kin" vessel, had formed into a single, screaming force. It was a "Mind-Cyclone," a mile-high whirl of violet static and sharp data shards that turned the air into ozone and memory.

Woven into the ring was the shape of a dragon; a creature that reminded me of Ransom's first shift, but not quite; and an owl. The next blazing ring sat outside the mate ring. Stretching from under my breast to the top of my hipbone. All of my family's animals were depicted. Which now included a deer. Even Lukas was shown. A big O with a line running through it. At the section closest to my hip bone was another animal. I couldn't quite tell what it was, but it had beautiful wings. Atlas crawled around on the floor behind me. With his electronic pad, he raised it, aimed it, and I heard the sound of a camera shutter closing. He took multiple pictures from a variety of angles.

The cool afternoon breeze swept my curly hair into my face. A group of seniors were playing football nearby. I sat alone, headphones on my ears, staring at the face I had sketched in my sketchbook five years ago. A face I liked to stare at to fuel my anger and hatred for people.

"The internet said that hornet wine has some pretty miraculous benefits. I'm doing this for your future happiness in bed!" Erica Loft's exaggerated expression suggested that she wanted credit for the thoughtful gift. "Look, I've even brought you the hornet's nest. "You can make more for yourself if there isn't enough wine. Hahaha!" Erica's laugh was so shrill. It made my stinging pain feel like a bad joke. "That's enough, you crazy woman!" Joe Fulham cursed at the situation silently. He dragged Erica into a room without giving me a second glance, and they argued inside once again.

Corvin stepped forward. If the castle had made him look like a dark knight, this world made him look like a glitch in the rendering—something too old and organic dropped into a digital hellscape. His torn shirt and scars didn’t belong here. His eyes, with their ember-glow, cut right through the neon. He didn’t bother with a weapon. The nearest drone leaped, metal jaws gaping. He met it midair. One hand clamped around its snout, slamming the jaws shut before they could close on his throat. His other hand drove into the joint of its front leg. Metal shrieked. He twisted.

suggested Maria, not shocked to hear a fast reply from Mai, followed by a shy response from Julian. Elsewhere in the cave, Akihito sat on top of a boulder, bored eyes watching Richard battle against a {Knight: Iron Horn Beetle}. Watching as his friend summoned forth a thousand beautiful red rose petals, the black-haired boy briefly closed his eyes and let out a yawn. Only to open them to the sight of a defeated Iron Horn Beetle, and Richard once again reverted to his gloom-like state.

I stayed at the cemetery all night. … I got home the next day around noon. The swing in the yard had been cut down and replaced with an easel. The pond my daughter loved had been filled in. The red goldfish she raised were now stuffed specimens for Pete's paintings. When she saw me frozen in the yard, Jody's face flushed with guilt. She grabbed my hand.

He was too late, that was the first thought that came to him. Without wasting time, he jumped into action, moving fast across the room to where they were and he grabbed Daren before pulling him away from her. When his eyes fell on her neck, he could already see the damage his friend had done and with anger in his eyes, he turned and made to deal with him but he stopped immediately when his eyes fell on him. Daren wasn't the same anymore. His friend doesn't recognize anyone anymore and his eyes were hollow. Daren lunged forward and attacked him, sinking his fangs into his neck and Lucas let him. The bite was painful as he was sinking it deep inside and as if noticing that the blood was two di