Lord Of Hollows Novels & Stories

She could not fail. The Hollowborn surged again, more ferocious, with their leader, a massive figure wreathed in black flames emerged like a grotesque mockery of a wolf, eyes glowing silver, teeth elongated and jagged. Raven felt the Hollow Blade within her stir violently, its whispers turning sharp, insistent, demanding. She could taste the power, feel it gnawing at her very soul, as it promised total dominance, and annihilation.

I said, laughing disdainfully, “I will take revenge on you, tear you to pieces!” Rowan grinned, saying mockingly, “I look forward to your return, your majesty!” As soon as his words fell off his mouth, his arm swiftly and accurately pierced my chest, precisely digging out my heart. Blooms of blood appeared on the bed sheet, like some kind of cruel artwork. “Moon Goddess, please give me a chance to be reborn!” I silently pleaded, just before my heart was harvested. At this moment, the dazzling full moon suddenly emitted a blinding white light.

"What do you expect? I'm betrothed to the hottest guy in all of Northern Bloodlands!" Cairh was literally every girl's dream. His body was carved and chiseled from spending hours gyming and training and he had that boyish celebrity looks that made females swoon. Lately, he started growing his hair out, he was starting to look grown and so manly... I shamelessly stare out my window at him for hours... just watching him train in the yard with the other wolves. My heart beat faster just thinking of him and I can't stop a stupid smile from taking over my face.

Morwen’s hands shook as she drew a new one in her own blood. Veyra chanted, voice trembling, offering her animus like a sacrifice. They placed fresh relics,black crystals, bone shards, and a lock of hair wrapped in silver thread into the center. They were trying to rebind the Hollow. To force it back under their control. I almost laughed. They didn’t understand. The Hollow wasn’t a tool. It was a consequence. And consequences don’t obey liars. I left them there, bleeding and begging in the dark, and returned to my dorm.

The land screamed. Magic exploded, spiraling upward in a column of blood and fire, wrapping the Vale, binding sky to earth. The Hollow shrieked, its body unraveling where the light touched it. But it clawed deeper, dragging memories, hungers, every wound the Vale had ever known. Wolves staggered under the weight of old wars. Witches collapsed, clutching their chests. Zara gasped, vision blurring as the Hollow pressed against her mind. You are nothing but betrayal and ash, it hissed. Your sisters left you. Your blood is poison. Let go.

The Hollow didn’t just erupt. It detonated. Lilith moved first, faster than I’d ever seen her, putting herself bodily between Garron and Nico, claws already lengthening from her fingertips. Two of Garron’s enforcers lunged to intercept her, and Caska’s voice cracked through the chaos like a whip, ancient and furious, invoking an old authority I didn’t fully understand but that froze every Draugmoor wolf in the chamber regardless. “No blood in the Hollow,” she said. “Not while judgment remains unfinished.”

“It was always you. But if I couldn’t have you, I’d become something greater.” “You became nothing.” Their blades clashed again, magic flaring on every strike. VI. The Hollow King’s Last Attempt Bound by the golden seals, the Hollow King reached out one last time — summoning creatures born of nightmare: hollow shells, distorted wraiths, fragments of souls he’d devoured. They poured into the chamber like a living flood. But Cassian, standing next to Elias, extended his tiny hand. “They’re scared, Uncle Elias.” Elias placed his palm over Cassian’s.

It was unimportant, but I kept reading until I found something interesting. "On the night of the blood moon, the Wraithborn will answer to the one chosen by its light," I muttered aloud. That doesn't make any sense, mainly because the wraithborn have no light; they are as dark as night. I'm sure a drunk witch probably cooked it up one night, and they thought it was one for the books. This isn't what I need right now. I need to forge weapons. I need an army. I was just about to shut the book when I noticed cramped red ink at the bottom of the page, "Watch out for the Hollowborn, for when she rises, every blade, veil, coven, and pack, will surely fall. She is the beginning of the end." "Hollow

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

“I can’t undo what I’ve done. But maybe… I can stop it from going further.” Behind them, the trees stirred. A voice—deep and twisted—shook the air. “I gave you power, Nyra. And this is how you repay me?” From the shadows beyond the lake, a figure stepped forth. The Hollow King. Twisted by corruption, his body crackled with red flame and void magic. Eyes like twin stars gone black fixed on them. “You were my weapon,” he snarled. “My final shard of vengeance.” Nyra stood, facing him. “No. I was never yours.”