Romans & histoires Hornet Hollow Knight Fan Art

Five people to sneak into the heart of the enemy. They gathered in a smaller cave that served as an armory. It wasn't filled with swords and shields, but with tools of subtle war. Ronan traded his crystal-tipped spear for a wicked-looking knife made of black, volcanic glass, its edge so sharp it seemed to cut the light. He checked the tension of a powerful, compact crossbow, its bolts tipped with a paralytic toxin derived from a desert scorpion.

When she can't successfully do the intended mission, she just balks and lets out a fury of magic spells. Horned rabbits are the size of a normal cat, with dark fur and white eyes. Their legs are strong that they can easily jump away before any magic spells would hit them. That's why she proposed Santina would lure it close to Evy that she can kill them using her short sword. The second thing she found out, is that Santina doesn't compromise when she's agitated. After not being able to hit it multiple times, Santina has now ceased to listen to Evy's plan and just continued to fire wind cutters as if she were firing a rifle.

It looked impossibly small. The Hollowborne were faster than I remembered. One lunged from the shadows, all claws and jagged teeth, eyes wild with hunger. I twisted before it reached me, grabbed the shard of silver chain I’d pocketed earlier, and sliced upward. The chain caught its throat. Blood sprayed hot, metallic and the creature collapsed with a hiss. Thorne’s eyes flared gold for a second. “Remind me never to underestimate you again.” “You already did.” I smirked, wiping blood off my cheek.

I know I was fucked up, but it didn't do any better when these creatures found their way to my home and dragged me out, only to throw me into chaos with a handful of their crazy siblings who I don't know how always bring the best out of a situation where all I can see is gray everywhere around me. "Any updates so far?" Logan leads me toward the table where our group is chatting and taking snapshots on their phones. Before taking my seat, I shook my head. "No, but they are still here." He passes me a drink, "Waiting for the order then?" "I don't take orders to. . . kill." I gave him a knowing look. Making sure no one could hear us, I leaned onto him. "Merely waiting for someone big to come an

Caelan The Hollow King waits. He stands beneath the twisted canopy of the oldest trees, a crown of bleached antlers shadowing his skeletal face. Each antler is carved with symbols that hurt to look at directly, and bones hang from them like macabre ornaments. Finger bones, rib bones, small skulls that might once have been birds or rabbits or children. His eyes are hollow sockets, darkness so complete it seems to swallow light, but they see me. Every secret, every buried truth, every fragment of who I used to be.

The soldiers of this army are wraiths, they look like normal Nayaki soldiers but they are undead, they match the strength of the king and they cannot be killed. The second secret is the warrior hornets, they are always summoned at the last minute. They were mostly left at the palace during the war to protect the Queen. Since Treven knew the identity of the person wielding Hwaja's magic, he left all of the hornets at home, they are the one thing Hwaja fears the most. If His aunt manages to attack his Queen alone, the hornets will sting her to death. Besides he trusts the power that Natalí blessed his Queen with.

They were mindless, pain-free berserkers. And leading them was a hologram projected from a drone. Dr. Thorne. His face was indeed half-crystallized, just like in Sebastian's vision. "You can't stop evolution, Mr. Sterling," Thorne’s digital voice boomed. "Tear them apart." The Hollows charged. "Jack! Braun! Hold them back!" Sebastian yelled. "Harper! Activate the machine!" Jack opened fire with his shotgun. BOOM. CLICK-CLACK. BOOM. The slugs hit the Hollows, blowing holes in their chests. But they didn't stop. They didn't bleed. They just kept coming.

I bent over the dead soldier, my heart heavy as I realized that the same tattoo adorned his neck as well. he design was unlike anything I had seen before, yet there was an unsettling familiarity about it, a memory tugging at the edges of my mind. The tattoo depicted a flying demon, its wings outstretched, eyes aglow with an otherworldly luminescence. The level of detail was astonishing, every line and curve capturing the essence of the creature in a way that was both mesmerizing and disconcerting. The artistry was undeniable, but there was an underlying malevolence that sent shivers down my spine.