Lord Of Hollows Novels & Stories

The witch stepped out. And behind her— Bones of starlight. Eyes like dying suns. The Hollow King had awakened. And he was looking at Lillieth. Not hungry. Not furious. Claiming. “Bride,” he whispered. Draven growled—a sound that could crack the world. Lillieth’s wolf rose inside her chest, claws dug in, voice clear: Then we decide who devours whom.

Kael didn't look pleased, but he nodded. Moments later we were climbing the northern battlements. The storm hit us immediately, freezing wind and blinding snow, and the fortress stretched below with thousands of wolves preparing for battle. Archers lined the walls, warriors gathered in the courtyard, the entire pack stood ready. Then I saw them. My breath caught. The Hollow Kings. Five figures stood beyond the gates, only five, and somehow that was worse, far worse. They wore black armor that seemed forged from darkness itself, silver crowns resting upon their heads, their faces appearing almost human, almost. Their eyes glowed with pale moonlight, ancient, merciless, immortal.

Entering the study and seeing familiar faces,Vador smiled. "The lord," They all bowed except Jadis.He responded by nodding. "And why is someone still seated looking annoyed?" Vador asked. Standing up forceful"My lord," she said. "Why are you all here?" "Lady Jadis informed us that a human vampire named Ava is living here," Lord jack replied. Lord over the southern empire and also lady Mary's father,he wanted Vador to marry his daughter but wasn't forceful about it. "That is so against the law dark lord," Lord Matthew replied. He's the human lord in charge of the western empire.

Baylee whispered, before she could stop herself. Melody nodded slowly. “Yeah,” she said quietly. “Blood.” Baylee’s skin prickled. Melody tapped the inked circle. “The Hollow King is what comes when the Veil smells that kind of wound. He’s the instinct of that other side. A hunger. A drive. He’s not a god with thoughts and plans you can bargain with. He’s the pressure of a hand on glass. He’s the thing that says, ‘Open, open, open.’”

He had no idea what to do, but he knew he had to find someone to keep on selling this lie. He knew today was supposed to be his official day back at school, but he wasn't mentally stable to go back and he knew it. Struggling to recover from his mother's demise and now he is seeing Ghosts. He got into his bathroom to wash up and prepare for school. Turned on the shower and stood still as the water paraded his skin and him exhaling, he felt calm at least. He closed his eyes and ran his hand through his hair, and immediately saw Tasha calling his name, her eyes filled with darkness and Her hand stretching out to him. He couldn't move, his heart felt like it was being squeezed. He couldn't breat

The driver gave him appreciation by as he got off the truck. First light Academy was arranged at the western piece of the Academy Sector. It offered courses in different teaches and was positioned the fifth among twenty or so foundations in Morante City and ninth among every one of the institutes on the Grindia Continent. A sculpture of a young lady who looked around twelve to thirteen years of age killing a tremendous mythical serpent with a jeweled sword should have been visible at the entry. This courageous little youngster was the Dawn Goddess Loria. She is the little girl of Singwa, the divine force of light, sun and war, and Daphlyn, the Silvermoon Goddess. In the Grindia mythos, it wa

“Stay behind me!” He shoved her hand away, eyes blazing. “I’m not dead weight!” Her wolf bristled, torn between fury and pride at his defiance. But before she could answer, the Hollow’s voice slithered through the storm again. Bargain, or burn. The shadows writhed together, merging into a single monstrous form towering, faceless, its claws dragging across the ground. The Hollow’s avatar. Her pack faltered, terror rippling through their ranks. Even Luca froze for a breath, eyes widening at the sheer size of it.

“No.” The earth split open. A deafening crack tore through the clearing as dark energy erupted from the fractured ground, from within the fissure, hands emerged. Pale. Clawed. Dozens of them. Then bodies followed, tall figures cloaked in bone-white armor. Their eyes glowing crimson. The temperature dropped instantly. Every wolf present froze. Cassian’s voice was barely above a whisper. “The Hollow Court.”

Apparently that ended the argument. I hated wolf politics. It was like watching children argue over who had the biggest stick. "What exactly are the Hollow Ones?" I asked. This time Selene answered. "They were once wolves." A chill ran down my spine. "Were?" Her expression darkened. "They crossed into the Hollow Lands and never came back." The room grew quiet again. I frowned. "So they're dead?" "No." That answer came from Lyra. I looked at her. She looked uncomfortable which immediately made me uncomfortable.

"Secure the perimeter. Double the patrols. And I want every scout we have to push further into the Deadlands. If the Dreadlord is moving across the territories like a plague, he’s leaving a trail. I want to know where he’s headed next." Osen groaned as the doctors began stitching his jagged wounds. "It’s useless," he whispered. "You don't understand what he is. They aren't just wolves, Lucen. They are... hollowed out. They’ve been fed on void energy. They don't tire, they don't bleed, and they don't feel pain. My warriors didn't stand a chance because they were fighting shadows that could snap spines."