Novelas y relatos de Hornet Hollow Knight

With them and my sister, no one can defeat the trio unbeatable but I wish they weren't that over-protective of us. I remembered that one time, Faine and I went to a nightclub with a couple of friends just to have fun, we were dancing on the platform where many people joined us and had fun like us. Yelling and singing like idiots, also alcohols but who snitched on us and told our siblings that we were at a nightclub? I'm still searching for the guilty because of them we were dragged out by two fucking big ass warriors. It's been 5 years since we didn't see them, they are the knights of the Rosla. Akito is the Captain of White Knights, he's like the second commander of the army and Kai is the

He was sure it was her who informed Alonso about this then why the f*ck she was protecting Emma? Hunter was dealing with two wolves ahead of him when he heard a growl from behind and he tensed knowing he couldn't dodge this attack and it might be lethal. Claws pierced his back but before more damage could be done. He heard the wolf's bones cracking as the dead body dropped to the floor and the claws were gone. At the same time, the screeching noise of cars was heard and Hunter knew Draken had arrived. After that, everything was in a blur of frenzy. There were men all over the place. Mass chaos surrounded them.

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.

CRACK-THWACK. Chunks of white bone flew into the air. The heavy rounds punched through their chests, shattering their torsos. The front line of the Hollow Men fell. They didn't scream. They just collapsed into piles of dry, rattling debris. "It works!" Kai shouted. "Kinetic damage! Keep pouring it on!" But they didn't stop. The second row stepped over the shattered remains of the first. And the third. And the fourth. There were thousands of them, emerging from the woods like a white tide. And they were fast. Once the initial volley ended, they broke into a run. It wasn't a human run. It was a scuttling, spider-like sprint, limbs moving at unnatural angles. "Brace!" Damian roared. They hit ou

Hallowed dogs recoiled, shadows shrieking as they dissolved in radiance. “It’s working!” Bain shouted, firing warded rounds at the remaining cultists. Each bullet trailed white fire. IV. The Hollow King’s Counterstrike In the heart of the abyss, the Hollow King loomed—an anti-pillar to Elias’s light. Its antlers arched wide, dripping void. “You break my veins,” it roared. “Then I will crush your veins.” A surge of anti-light rippled through the breach, nullifying wards, snuffing out Seraphina’s shield in splinters of black.

"Because I'm not handing it over." His eyes darkened further. They had become bottomless pits of rage. "You arrogant little girl," he sneered. "You think your power makes you immune to me? I've ended queens greater than you." I bared my teeth. "I'm not a queen," I said. "I'm a mother. A mate. A weapon." Zion stepped beside me now, flames licking the tips of his fingers. "You'll have to tear it from our corpses." The Hollow King didn't even blink. He raised one hand, and Zion's body jerked unnaturally.

Her eyes flicked to his lips, and he saw her swallow hard. Their moment hovered on the edge of something—fragile and forbidden—but then a horn sounded from outside. The scouts had returned. He rose quickly, tightening his jaw. “Dress. Pack light. We ride fast and hard.” She nodded, and though he saw the fear in her eyes, there was fire there too. She would fight. And he would protect her with everything he had. --- 🩵Ronan🩵 The Hollow air carried a sharpness that didn’t exist in his world. Every inhale tasted of earth, metal, and something fouler—like burning bone. Ronan stood at the edge of the obsidian path carved through the dying forest, his senses prickling.

“The bark on half the eastern line is gray now. Dead gray. Like something drained the life out of it overnight.” Inferno stirred violently. Zenith inhaled sharply beside me. “The Hollow Arc,” she whispered. “Yes,” I said grimly. Koa looked between us. “Okay, fantastic. I officially hate that name now.” But nobody smiled this time. Because suddenly the pieces aligned too cleanly.

Another lightning strike hit the ground thirty feet ahead, splitting a tree clean down the middle. It was always like this with her. Raw power. No restraint. And yet somehow, in the middle of chaos, she looked… calm. Like this was where she belonged. More creatures poured through the rift. Butterfly-shaped things the size of hounds, their wings lined with black venom dripping like ink. A knight behind me screamed. I turned in time to see one of those damn things land on his back, needle-like proboscis stabbing into his neck. Blood fountained. “Abby—!” I barked, slicing down another orc, blade humming with mana. “I see them!”

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.