Romans & histoires Lord Of Hollows

Candlelight flickered against stone walls as I stepped into the center of the room, the doctrine in one hand, and fire pulsing beneath my skin. “You all remember Lysandra,” I said. “The woman they tried to erase. She was the first Hollow Blooded. The prophecy begins with her. But it ends with me.” I opened the book and let the runes blaze in the dark. “She saw the Shadow King’s rise. She knew he would twist this court from the inside out. And she prepared a weapon to face him.” I held my arms out. “I am that weapon.” Silence. Then: “And if the weapon turns on us?” one lord asked.

They had been on my case about it for the past few weeks, they were desperate for me to go with them. I hummed slowly, suddenly feeling everybody's eyes on me. My friends are all eagerly waiting for my response. "I'll think about it." Lucy huffed but sent me a smile. "Only you would have to think about whether to go to Alpha Torey's party. It will be the most insane party of Senior year along with Luke and Jason's of course!" Alpha Torey was due to take his father's Alpha title next week, he was the heir to the Black Moon Pack. It was common knowledge that Black Moon had the largest pack and territory in America with over 300 wolves.

“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.”

A sentence that made every hair on my body stand on end. "No..." His voice cracked. "That's impossible." I never took my eyes off the thing. "What is it?" The warlock looked genuinely terrified. When he answered, even the wind seemed to stop listening. "It's one of the First Hollowed." And for the first time since entering the clearing... I realized we might finally understand why even Inferno respected the danger of the Hollow Arc.

This was just another test I gotta ace although this time, what is at stake is my life. I stood up, adjusting my gown. I am Lena Hale, Consort to a Vampire Lord. Despite how unbelievable it is to my mind, I really have to start thinking it this seeing as I couldn't possibly run from the palace. I should sleep now so I can be well rested before the Vampire Lord comes for my blood.

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?”

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.

I yelped, and she pulled away from me, allowing me to double over and clutch my sides. But I did not stop despite the wreaking pain on my side. I looked up again and flashed her that grin again. "I can smell your jealousy, bloodsucker—" "You think you have some guts?!" she yelled, kicking my face. I staggered backward, and the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. I do not know how controlled this deranged night walker was, so I sucked in my blood and swallowed it so she would not see it. "Lord Ralph is getting weaker. He is not the lord I used to know. Imagine letting a human talk back at him and go free. Since when did he hear, please? I bet they will question his capability once this g

The world broke open. Stone, ash, and fragments of the throne scattered through the air as the palace collapsed beneath us. A roar unlike anything I had ever heard tore across the realm deep, endless, filled with hunger that felt older than creation itself. The Hollow was rising. Its body unfolded from beneath the earth like living night, stretching higher and higher until it pierced the fractured sky. Shadows poured from it in waves, swallowing light wherever they touched. I couldn’t even see its full shape.

Dakota, driven by love and fueled by the strength of his convictions, would soon confront the darkness head-on, ready to unleash the full extent of his powers and save the woman who held his heart. As Dakota delved deeper into the heart of darkness, the air grew heavy with an eerie silence. His senses heightened, alert to any sign of danger. He knew that every step brought him closer to Claire, but also deeper into the clutches of the Twelve. The path before him twisted and turned, leading him through dimly lit corridors and hidden passages. Dakota's instincts guided him, his wolf-like intuition guiding his every move. He navigated the labyrinthine hideout, avoiding the watchful eyes of the