Lord Of Hollows Novels & Stories

“There’s an old prophecy—one even most Alphas pretend doesn’t exist. It speaks of a bloodline betrayal, a Luna returned, and a fracture in the unity of the packs that will shake the bones of the earth. Some believe the pendant is the key. Others say it’s a trigger. But one thing is clear…” He looked at me, dead serious. “You are not the only one looking for it.” A chill wrapped around my spine like ice fingers. “Who else?” Ashir tilted his head. “Ever heard of The Hollow Ones?” I stiffened. “Thought they were a myth.” “Nope,” he said. “They’re very real. Packless wolves turned mercenaries. No code. No loyalty. Just muscle, teeth, and blood money. Someone’s hired them. They’re in Vermont now.

I can't see any blood other than the wolf's blood but I can smell vampire blood, I look around trying to find any sign when the smell of eucalyptus and peppermint hits me hard, Nova is going crazy screaming one word over and over "MATE!!!" I turn, looking around the clearing for the source of the alluring smell, until my eyes fall on the most gorgeous man I have ever seen. he is at least a foot taller than me, dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes. He is in a black polo shirt, black pants and boots, he is quite intimidating especially when he is just standing there staring.

The air was heavy with the smell of old blood. I opened my eyes, expecting the white pillars of the Moon Goddess’s realm. Instead, I stood in a graveyard of white fur. Thousands of them. Massive Lycan wolves lay scattered across the grey stone as far as the horizon stretched. Their ribs were cracked open. Their chests were hollow, dark holes where their hearts had been systematically ripped out from the bone. My stomach heaved. I took two stumbles backward, my heel catching on a massive, lifeless paw. "Tola," I whispered.

She was taken to a great chamber lit by ghost-flame, where the Council sat. Twelve thrones. Twelve shadows. Some bore faces — others did not. One wore a crown of thorns that bled. Another was draped entirely in veils, and spoke in riddles to no one. These were the elders of the Hollow — bound by ancient oaths to balance life, death, and the power in between. A woman stepped forward from the council dais. Tall, eyes like obsidian stars. “She is untested,” the woman said. “But the blood sings. We can all feel it.”

"We aren't running, Emma. We’ve come too far. If your brother is the beacon, then we’ll just have to shut off the power." "Wait," Vincent’s voice echoed from a nearby shadow as he materialized. He looked paler than usual, his obsidian eyes darting toward the falls. "There’s more. The Void-Weaver... he’s not alone. He has a battalion of Hollow-Wolves. Shifters who have been completely drained of their souls and filled with the gas. They don't feel pain. They don't have mercy." I stood up, pulling the violet-and-silver cloak Alessia had woven for me tighter around my shoulders. I looked at my Kings, at the wild wolves of the Deep Woods, and at the two tiny lives I was carrying into the heart o

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.

Just twin recesses that pulsed with blood-red light. The earth moaned beneath its weight. The ancient energy pouring from it pressed against Lyla’s chest like an iron hand. The Elder’s voice rose from across the pit, his form blurred by the writhing shadows. "Meet the first-born of the Hollowed. The one who tore the packs from the forest’s grace. The one who feeds on the magic of wolves." The Hollowed beast turned its sightless gaze toward them. The crimson hollows where its eyes should be pulsed once.