Hornet Hollow Knight Novels & Stories

Blood blossomed before falling like rain, dying the finely floor with a tint of red. All the knights, including Kalen, reacted extremely fast as they hid behind different structures in the mansion. After finding cover, they finally started searching in horror for the mysterious shooter. “He is a 3rd rank high-grade warrior with impeccable sniping ability, equipped with a top-notch exotic sniper rifle.” Knight Captain Hull quickly announced after getting temporary relief, displaying his experience and keen observation ability. He recognized the strength level and capability of their opponent, just from the angle and positioning of the shot. Hearing this professional analysis from their Knight

Coupled with that was the fact that his horns, a most impressive pair of curving spikes, seemingly aimed right at Andric, shone impressively in the firelight. “Greetings,” Andric said in the common tongue. The Minotaur grunted a reply, a sound deep in its wide throat. Andric didn’t know if it was a word in their language or not. He flinched when the creature raised his empty hand high in the air. A moment later, however, five more of his kin moved in, forming a circle around the Knight and his horse. Kyran whickered, but did not try to bolt. Andric glanced around, trying to assess their intentions. He kept his own weapon down at his side. The sword the first Minotaur carried looked as though

He had carved a tunnel through the massive creature like a tunnel-boring machine. Was this a martial celestial lord? Yara's group was stunned. The Sun Knight had not expected his mount to be instantly killed by the challenger! After a moment, the flying beast with its hollow center collapsed completely. Like a small mountain crumbling, its enormous body crashed onto the mysterious water's surface with a thunderous sound. The Sun Knight's mask concealed his expression. He raised his hammer again. "Charging is forbidden in this place!"

The others wait behind me in breathless silence. I can feel their tension like a physical thing. Caelan is the only one who steps forward, positioning himself beside me without hesitation. His palm brushes mine, and the contact sends electricity up my arm. A shape begins to form from the ash and shadow. He’s taller than I remember from my dreams. Cloaked in bones that gleam like polished ivory, crowned with antlers that drip with silver moss like tears, the Hollow King emerges from the veil between worlds. His eyes are empty sockets that should hold nothing but darkness.

I was somewhere else. A battlefield. Blood soaked the earth. Bodies lay scattered, warriors with torn banners clutched in lifeless hands. The sky above swirled with black clouds, lightning flashing in jagged streaks. At the center of it all stood a man. Tall. Dressed in dark armor, his face obscured by a crown of jagged bone. The Hollow King. His eyes burned like molten gold, the same way the Revenant’s had. He lifted a blade—the same dagger Rael had just taken.

This was between him and his former brothers. Alone now, the Shadow Knight moved deeper into the petrified woodland. The Soulstone's power allowed him to slip between shadows, covering ground with supernatural speed. He found an appropriate spot near the forest's centre, a clearing surrounded by towering stone trunks that would channel the hunters along predictable paths. Then he waited, still as the death that permeated this place.

The bottomless dark void churned inches beneath my shoulder blades, cold spatial drafts tugging at my hair. I was pinned, weaponless, and flat on my back. The lead Void-Guard loomed directly over me, blocking out the thin light of the room. It raised its heavy iron halberd with both hands, turning the jagged steel point straight down toward my exposed throat. Across the wall, Ronan was tearing through the constructs with his bare hands, his fists pounding against the Void-Iron with a sickening, frantic rhythm that echoed off the high ceiling. "ZANE! ZANE!"

Kaela stood in the doorway, arms crossed, watching him. Finally— "You gonna tell me what that was back there?" she asked. His jaw flexed. “You don’t want to know.” “Try me.” Silence. Then— “My father called it the Hollowborn.” Kaela stepped in. Slowly. “That doesn’t sound fake at all.” “He said it used to be human. Once. Maybe.” That made her stop. Cold. “What do you mean maybe?” Ronan looked up. His eyes were flat. “I mean something took what we were and broke it. Cracked it open and filled it with something else. Rage. Hunger. Emptiness. It doesn’t shift. It becomes.”

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.

“You’ve wandered a long time. Have you bargained with others—heralds, or the thing we called the Hollowing?” The revenant’s face clouds. “Not a bargain, but a crossing. The herald comes before the hollow—the whisper before the silence. It seeks those who are empty and makes them vessels. The Hollowing is hungry, but it is not cruel by nature. It is called to feast by the bargains others make: the debts, the betrayals, the loneliness that sharpens like a blade.” He fixes his strange, storm-grey gaze on Rowan. “Your enemy is not the dark, but those who open the door and do not count the cost. The herald can be bargained with, but its price is always belonging—or the breaking of it.”