Little Ghost Hollow Knight Novels & Stories

“It’s ours now.” The figure laughed. It was wet, wrong. “Then come and take it.” They raised a hand. The ground shuddered. From the shadows of the ravine, things moved. Not men. Not entirely. Their skin was pale, stretched tight over bone. Their eyes were empty, but they moved with purpose. Hollowborn. The Court’s foot soldiers. “Get ready,” Elena said. The first Hollowborn came fast. Elena met it with her blade, cutting through sinew and bone in one clean arc. It fell, but two more took its place.

Malison charged, running into the tunnel. "Malison... Use your magic band...!" Laney reminded. In a flash, a heavy, glistering bolt of energy blasted through the wall of the tunnel as Malison dived through. Laney dove through the opening as the fist of energy came screaming out of the darkness. Laney watched as Malison's fist slammed into the wall. A brilliant beam of light arched up from the tunnel wall and struck Malison's arm. The arm was suddenly green and overgrown with long gray hairs. He cried out and slumped to the floor with blood trickling from his wound.

"Lance..please…you're …torturing me…." He smirked and slipped his fingers out and she panted heavily. He took off his shirt and proceeded to take off his trousers. Sapphire turned away too embarrassed to look at his naked body. He crawled back on the bed and positioned himself between her thighs. She felt him press his hardened c*ck gently against her stomach and she gave a slight frightful gasp. He felt huge.

“What do you mean? Who is watching?” “Agatha,” her mother interjected, her expression turning grave. “The High Priestess Agatha. She has been alive for over a thousand years, fueled by dark magic and a thirst for power. She senses your potential and will come for you. You must be cautious.” “But I want to fight back!” Aqua exclaimed, desperation threading through her words. “I don’t want to hide anymore. I need to know how to harness my powers.”

With a final shove, he slammed Grayson against the cold metal of the morgue drawer. "This is her. Look at her! Look at the woman you abandoned—my sister!" Liam's voice was an icy blade, sharp and cutting. He forced Grayson to stare at my frozen body, lying there, still and lifeless. Grayson shut his eyes tight, his lips trembling as he muttered incoherently, "No, no, this isn't Belle. This can't be her! She's selfish, cruel, and vindictive. Someone like that doesn't just die—she wouldn't—she couldn't."

“Little ghost.” Next: Shatterpoint

The air tasted wrong—metallic and stale, like a room that hadn't been opened in a hundred years. "They're here," I said. I looked toward the entrance at the far end of the rink. Three figures stepped out . They weren't wearing hockey gear. They were wearing ragged black suits. Their skin was the color of a bruise, and their eyes were glowing with a sickly, pulsing purple light. The Hollow Ones. They didn't even howl. The first one leaped onto the ice, its claws extending six inches from its fingertips. It swiped at a defensive player, sending the boy flying into the boards with a sickening thud.

His gaze sharpened, and his deadly intent erupted. Fear gripped the audience as they took a step back from the stage. Even the knights who were part of Kriff's legion deserted the stage. Although Kriff was neither the most famous nor strongest knight in Vermillion City, he was the most feared. The term Ghost Knight was well-known in Vermillion City; thieves and criminals wouldn't know what had captured them until Kriff's ghastly face, which blazed in deep blue in the dark, was right on their faces. The knight now possessed a unique power that allowed him to temporarily pass through any obstacle without being obstructed. Such a power would render him impervious to all attacks for a brief peri

The word coated my tongue in a bitter film. “At least let me tell the princess we’re interrogating her daddy. That would calm me right down.” Knight rocked on his feet; his fists stuffed into the pockets of his jeans. The dark circles around his eyes were tinted with red now from the little veins snaking toward his irises. Yes, something would have to be done. Ghost appeared in the middle of the room. “Not going on a drug bender, then being forced into sobriety would help calm you down, brother.” He then vanished.

He can see her, feel her, but is unable to touch her. She had her head down throughout the meeting and was deliberately avoiding his gaze. Unlike her former sunny self, the Victory that sat in this room is no longer a shining beacon. A dark, ominous cloud in the form of Arthur Knight had casted a shadow over her, absorbing her light and warmth from scintillating towards the earth. Did Arthur Knight finally succeed in breaking Victory Sinclair's joyful spirit? Turning his attention towards the meeting at hand, he went on to announce the final item in the agenda, A. K. Media's next immersive event which will be in time for Halloween.