Lord Of Hollows Novels & Stories

Lillia voiced out firmly, and this time, Anubis met her gaze. “You were blocked by Azazel, the gatekeeper of The Hollow because you were alive. The Hollow is the realm of the dead. It is home to all things vile and evil, and if they smell you, they will latch onto you and will not stop until you are dead.” Anubis lifted the bowl and handed it to Lillia again. “Drink…” she repeated coldly. “…if you want to save your friend.” Lillia swallowed. Slowly, her fingers stretched and grabbed the bowl from Anubis but she did not bring it to her mouth.

They weren’t vassals of broken thrones. They were survivors of a legacy long cursed. And now, they would fight for more than vengeance. Kalen stood beside Troy, both bloodied but unbowed. “If we die, we die on our feet.” Troy smirked, the old fire returning. “And if we live, we start again—no lies. No thrones built on bones.” Another monstrous howl echoed through the trees—closer now. The Hollowborn had arrived. They were wolves who were cursed and acted more or less like vampires, feeding on blood and being insatiable. They were also very powerful beasts and their leader was feared in the whole werewolf kingdom.

The old lighthouse had been dark for years. Perched on the jagged edge of Widow’s Point, the Black Hollow Lighthouse had been abandoned since the night Keeper Alden Rowe vanished without a trace. No one had taken the position after that. Some said he’d fallen. Others whispered the sea had claimed him for a debt long unpaid. Mara didn’t believe in sea-debts. But she knew what she saw. Three flashes. Evenly spaced. Deliberate. The pattern repeated. Her little brother, Toby, burst into her room. “Did you see it?”

Then she nodded once, satisfied that her kingdom was intact, and burrowed back in. “Hi, Papa,” she added from inside his collar, like he had been gone an afternoon. And Darren, the Lycan King, crumbled at two small words. Nobody on that mountain thought less of him for it. Squall eased Thorin down to his feet. Thorin took a step toward us sideways, stumbling, and Lyra’s head came up off my shoulder like a hound’s. “MY monster,” she declared, to him, to all of us, to the mountain, with the deed to him in her voice.

Letting the storm inside her guide her feet. Because this wasn’t a rescue. This was a warpath. And Victor had already made the first move. Now… it was her turn. The forest closed behind her like a closing fist. And somewhere in the distance, far beyond the hills and hollows, a howl rose—not mournful, not wild. It was something worse. Something certain. Because the Hollowborn had a new queen. And she was done playing human.

He hit John very hard on the back, pulling him away from his girl, who hugged him tightly, pulling at her with a trembling heart. Aaron, Jack, come quickly, talk to his beta and his brother Then he looked at the frightened Renee, "Come on, Black." He muttered, his eyes turning immediately to the color of his wolf "black." His face, neck, and even his hands were filled with fearsome veins, black veins Lucas began to read the spells in front of him quickly and nervously Zain sensed him who raised his hand He pointed at Lucas, muttering a few words, and then the book fell out of Lucas' hand

She blinked up at him with glassy, golden eyes, her wolf still close to the surface. “Did I… Did I do it?” “You did more than that,” he whispered. “You changed the Hollow.” At that, Logan stepped forward, barefoot, his young face too ancient for his age. “They did something to it,” he said, staring at the stone beneath their feet. “The Hollow is watching. But it’s not hungry anymore.” “Then what is it?” Ember asked. “Afraid.” The estate erupted in howls at sunrise. A bloodline had been reborn.

Runic fire twisted in the air. From the mist, a figure stepped forward. Tall. Armored in bone. Antlers crowned his head. The Hollow Sovereign. He didn’t smile. He grinned. “So this is the fire’s final daughter.” Lyra didn’t blink. “This ends here.” “Oh, no,” he purred. “This begins with you.” He lifted a hand. The air ripped. Shadow-beasts spilled forth—half-flesh, half-magic. The Gate behind him opened like a wound.

“Then let them try.” The envoy’s hand lifted, and the clouds above shifted, revealing the fractured moon in its pale glory. “Three nights,” he intoned. “When the broken moon is full, the Hollow will open. Prepare, child of the wolf. The end—or the beginning—awaits.” The envoy stepped back, melting into the shadow of the other hooded figures. The pack bristled, their howls rising in fractured unison, torn between fear and faith. Kade still held her, but his grip trembled now, not with weakness, but with rage barely chained. Lena lifted her gaze to the cracked face of the moon above and felt the pull of fate coil tighter around her throat.

The mountain groaned. Cracks spread across every wall. The Devourer immediately rose to its feet. "Duck!" Nobody questioned it. Everyone dropped. A second later, a black tendril erupted through the floor. The thing was enormous. A twisting mass of darkness and fractured silver light. It smashed through a pillar. Wrapped around another. And crushed it effortlessly. Warriors scrambled backward. The tendril withdrew. Then another burst through. Then another. Then another. The Hollow had arrived. The First King moved instantly.