Lord Of Hollows Novels & Stories

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.’”

"I guess that I wasn't aware that vampires could even have children, other than in Twilight." Lance chuckled. "We can... with human mothers. Our son is a dhampir… like in Twilight." He laughed at his own joke. When the elevator doors opened, he stepped out and I followed. "Maddox, please tell Xander and Elias that I will take it from here." Maddox nodded once. "Yes, Mr. Steel." Then he headed down the hallway and stopped before a door. When he opened it, the blood-curdling screams of a man came from inside.

Outside, far beyond the ridge, wolves began to howl. Not rogues. Black Hollow. The pack. Answering something I had not meant to call. The journal’s final words appeared in silver fire. ARC ONE: THE HEIR HAS COME HOME. And beneath the mountain, the Hollow King opened his eyes.

he said, and I gaped at him, astonished. "The hollow king?" He nodded. "I've been doing some research concerning the void lately, and I discovered that the hollow king and the lunar heir go a long way back," he said. I swallowed. "How long?" "A hundred centuries? Or even more." "I-I don't understand." "According to the book I read, the first lunar heir trapped the hollow king in the void when he descended into a state of madness. The only one who could have opened the void was the eclipse wolf, an even nastier creature than the hollow king."

Santa stood for a long moment after the door closed behind Hannah, staring at the empty space she’d left. The girl had swept into his room with all her chatter, explanations, and bright smiles, then vanished just as quickly, leaving the air feeling quieter than before. He dropped down on the edge of the bed, exhaling slowly. His head was still buzzing with everything she had said—the clans, the pure-bloods, the feeders, and worst of all, the bonding ritual.

But what use was steel against something like this? The void writhed, twisting and unfurling like the tendrils of some unseen entity. The whispers grew deafening, echoing in Elior’s skull, in Sienna’s, in the very bones of the earth. And then, the voice returned. "We are the Hollow." The tendrils stretched toward them. "And now, we rise." Sienna gasped, her fingers digging into Elior’s arm. “Elior.....” The void surged forward. Elior threw himself in front of her, sword raised.

My chest ached with longing I couldn’t name, and yet… there was a clarity now, a certainty that I had never felt before. My path was set. My legacy was calling. And in the shadows of the coming storm, he would be waiting. I rose, pulling on my cloak and the sword at my side. Crescent Crimson would be my sanctuary, my training ground, my forge. And soon… Winter Hollow would learn that the returned Wolfe had come back and ready to fight for what belongs to her.

" Behind us, Jody's heart-wrenching sobs filled the air. I pushed down the last bit of pain in my chest and walked into the sunset. Chloe, from now on... Daddy is going to live a good life for you in this world. The End

“ The next game is called the game of Echoes.” Luke announced, standing on the makeshift ring where the five used to practice fighting. “Each competitor will go through the East portal which leads to the world of the hollows. For the sake of those who do not know,” he continued. “ Hollows are phantoms that can see guilt, pain, rage, jealousy, and envy. They can also materialize into your greatest fears, your deepest desires and the things that haunt you when you sleep.