Lord Of Hollows Novels & Stories

While Lucy seemed so flippant about everything, I couldn’t help but feel something within me shift with this new knowledge, recognizing there was much more to being a werewolf and part of a pack than I’d ever imagined. Overhearing Lucy place the order, a man offered to buy the drinks for us, but only if we did body shots off each other. Lucy instantly agreed and begged me to do it with her. Not knowing what I was supposed to do, and feeling pretty tipsy at this point anyway, I agreed to it. Lucy lay down on the bar and pulled up her shirt, so her belly button was exposed. The bartender sprinkled salt on her neck and gave her a lime to hold between her teeth. He then explained to me what to d

I growl, shaking my head, “But dying at the hands of a Nati isn’t exactly on my bucket list.” He leans forward, “I’m not just any Nati, Mae, I am their lord.” Lord? So, the Nati do have a hierarchy, just as my father always suspected, he’d be so happy to know that he was right. Not that I will be able to tell him anytime soon. “That changes things.” I say, rubbing my hand down my face. Mihai frowns, seemingly confused, “How does it change things?” He asks. I shrug my shoulders, leaning back against the cool glass, “It means that I will have to kill you before I escape.” I say coldly, “Can’t have a vampire lord chasing me for the rest of my life.”

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.

Then entered them both. Aria collapsed to her knees, her body trembling. Kaelion rushed to her side, his mark blazing. “It’s starting,” he said. Aria nodded, her voice thin. “The child is coming.” Luna knelt beside her. “We’ll protect you.” Aria gripped her hand. “Protect them.” The Hollowed arrived at dawn. Cloaked in ash, crowned in silence. Their marks were inverted, their eyes hollow. They didn’t speak. They simply moved. And the Grove responded.

“Stay close. No one falls behind.” As we crossed an invisible line in the earth, the world dimmed. It wasn’t just the lack of light, the bond inside me dimmed too. The silver thread that had burned bright since the temple felt faint now, like a candle flickering against the dark. “Lyra…” I breathed. “Something’s wrong.” Her face was tight with concentration. “It’s the Hollow. It strips everything away. Power, sight, strength. It feeds on what it can’t control.”

Not with brute force. With speed. Silver light sliced through the chamber while the glowing cracks beneath her skin burned brighter with every movement. Lyra barely had time to react before another Hollowed appeared directly in front of her. Its hollow white eyes locked onto hers. “The First Wolf belongs to the Hollow Crown.” The bond exploded violently. Not fear. Rage. Kael felt it instantly. The entire sanctuary darkened. Every shadow in the chamber froze. Then turned. Toward the Hollowed warrior. The attacker barely had time to move.

It rolled to a stop at my feet, his sightless eyes fixed in a final expression of terror. "The Coven is bored with games, Elara," Selene said, her eyes glowing with a black, oily flame. "The Eternal Eclipse requires a sacrifice of Hallowed blood. And since you’ve been so kind as to gather all the rejects in one place... I think I’ll just take everyone." The black mist began to pour into the clearing, and from it emerged the Coven’s true army: The Hollowed. They were wolves whose souls had been completely removed, replaced by the shadows of the Blighted One.

The Hollow wasn’t just a legend; it was something alive, and now it was free. Sarah gripped John’s arm. “We have to move. If Marcus used the heart to break the prison, then the Hollow’s power is flooding back into the world.” John nodded, pulling her towards the broken doorway. Outside, the moon hung low and red, casting a blood-tinted glow over the ruined castle. The wind whispered threats through the shattered windows. Suddenly, a figure collapsed into view a figure cloaked in tattered robes, face pale, eyes wide with terror. “Help... the ritual...” the figure gasped. “Marcus... he’s gone too far. The Hollow will consume everything...”

We burned our old sigils under the moon. Painted new ones in ash and blood. “We are not wolves anymore,” I said. “We are Eclipse.” And the howl that followed wasn’t mine alone. It was ours. The moon bled red. The earth opened in silence. From the crater rose something tall, robed, wrong. No scent. No breath. No time. The Man with No Scent was just a vessel. This was the god inside. The Hollow One. And it already knew my name. He came to me while I dreamed. Not Vaeron. Not Dax. A stranger with eyes like frostfire. He touched my hand. The dream caught fire.

“Kill the Luna,” Harlow says. The rifles rise. Draven moves before I breathe, slamming into me, taking us both to the dirt. Bullets rip the air where my head was. “Duskbane,” Harlow shouts. “Stand down or she dies.” Draven’s body covers mine, his claws in the earth, growling. “You agreed to terms,” he snarls. “Terms changed,” Harlow says. “New intel. She’s not just Luna, she’s the Hollow Queen. The witch’s heir. We don’t negotiate with blood magic.”