Little Ghost Hollow Knight Novels & Stories

The Pure Fire, the top-notch sword rays, and the ancient demons all charged toward that overwhelming Evil Spirit Knight of Hell. "Shocking Ghost Gun!" The Evil Spirit Knight of Hell barked, and a scary gun day was unleashed. The two overwhelming powers crashed upon each other and after a few seconds, both powers canceled each other. Suddenly, the hell horse of that Evil Spirit Knight of Hell rushed at a very fast speed. He then lifted the Shocking Ghost Gun, as if he was determined to determine the victor between himself and Lucas!

“If this is about Mira No. Mira remembered. But only pieces. You bring shape to her echo. She was not the first. You are not the last. Kaima reached out. The ghost stepped forward. And then it opened the core beneath them. The floor dissolved into translucent light, revealing a chamber far below a vault of memory. Hundreds of suspended glyphs hovered in midair runic systems older than any Pact, some formed from pure tone, others from physical motion, and one that shifted shape as it was observed. Ari whispered, “This isn’t from our world.” Kaima pointed downward. The ghost guided them both. The Hollow is not a place. It is a memory. A resonance discarded by early shapers. Too unpredictable.

I can hear the vicious screeching of the Nazgul, their hoofs echoing on top of the tunnel roof in an attempt to up-root, or rather, collapse it. I doubled my speed and I noticed a movement behind me. Taking a glance back, I can see a skeleton emerging from the ground. Thankfully, the reflection of the sun was illuminating the tunnel, so I was able to see them and plan my move. Instead of a normal human skeleton, this one has red eyes, a rapier instead of a bone hand, and equine sales. One of them looks in my direction, then he controls a huge boulder towards me. I quickly turn to another path in the tunnel, and the boulder narrowly misses me.

Ghost is a dark fae, which means he’s greedy, likes death, and likes pretty women with spunk. His short white hair is spiked. Ghost wears a black sleeveless hoodie and black and white checkered jeans with black boots. His eyebrows, nose, and lips are all pierced with gages in both ears. His pointed ears give him away that he is fae. Ghost has all black eyes, much like one would think a demons would be if they were real. Some things are just stories made up of distorted truths. Demons and angels fall into that category. Ghost's pasty white skin almost glows under the glow of the flashing lights.

The room fell silent as the girl glared at me. Rachel interrupted the awkward silence by suggesting a walk outside for some fresh air. I agreed and off we went. The rain has stopped and the sun had finally made an appearance. Birds were singing away in the trees and children were playing happily around us. I listened as Rachel explained the girl who was called Gina, had been an orphan from a pack that had been destroyed in a bad attack years ago. The old Alpha of this pack had allowed her to join this pack. She was only four years old and the only survivor.

“Piano. Something slow. I think you played it once.” “I did. Before Eidolon, I taught for a while.” “That makes sense,” he said softly. “There’s something about your hands. Like they know both creation… and destruction.” That brought a tight laugh to my throat. “You don’t forget some things.” He didn’t answer, but when our fingers brushed as I handed him the canteen, he didn’t pull away. Small miracles. The Hollow was a concrete scar in the mountains. Once, it had relayed global signals through an array of underground servers. Now, it was dead—except for the chamber Paladin had marked in red ink. There, behind layers of steel and rock, lay a terminal unlike any I’d seen before.

By dawn, we’d followed the residual magic left from Rowan’s abduction deep into the north ridge, where the trees turned silver at the edges and frost kissed the ground even in August. “This place doesn’t belong to the Hollow,” Kael muttered. “It’s borrowed, claimed by something older.” “Older than werewolves?” I asked with curiosity. Kael gave me a side look. “You still think I’m the monster in this story??” I didn’t answer. --- Hours Later.…. We crossed into what Kael called “the Grey Hollow”. The trees had their sap pouring, Crows circled above us, silent and watching. The magic was thicker here, pressing against my bones like a second skin.

"Come here. Now." Kaelen appeared in the doorway within seconds, his obsidian eyes scanning the room. He crossed to her side, his hand resting on his blade. "What is it? What's wrong?" Elena pointed toward the shadow. "There. In the corner. Do you see it?" Kaelen followed her gaze, his jaw tightening. His hand moved to his weapon. "It's a Hollow One. A fragment of one. A survivor of the ritual." Elena's blood ran cold. "I thought we contained them. I thought the crystal—"

But we didn't hear her say that hehe. Natpok startled. He was horrified as he watched the skeleton ghost warriors eat the souls of his disciples. "Retreat! Retreat!" Natpok shouted at the top of his lungs. Natpok turned his back on the fight. He knew he could do nothing against the skeleton ghost warriors, who were intangible. Unexpectedly, a Skeleton ghost warrior who went astray with a more stupid face than the others, suddenly appeared in front of him. They stared at each other face to face, he could no longer move due to the shock that stopped his breathing. Natpok didn't notice that the stupid-looking skeleton ghost had touched him, he immediately fainted due to the separation of his so

It seemed to be coming from a side tunnel, a narrow passage that led down into the lower levels. "Raven..." a voice whispered. It wasn't my father’s voice this time. It was mine. "Don't listen," Jax said, his hand tightening on my shoulder. "It’s an echo. It’s trying to find a crack in your mind." We reached a large cave. The ceiling was lost in the shadows, but the floor was covered in a thick carpet of the black ink. In the center of the room stood a figure. It wasn't a man. It was a collection of shadows held together by a suit of Silverfang armor. It was the "Hollow General," but he was standing up now. His movements were jerky, like a puppet on strings.