Lord Of Hollows Novels & Stories

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.

THIRD PERSON'S POV Landon walked into the hall, filled with vampires and blood. There were no humans because any human who dared come there was gone. This was his army, the ones who were loyal to him. They hailed him as he walked past tables to a particular table surrounded by Lords. An older man peeked at him, and he ignored him and sat down beside a younger boy who appeared to be a teenager and was tanner than they all were. His eyes shifted to the woman sitting beside the older man peeking at him, and she winked at him.

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

"They've breached the outer walls. Rogues loyal to Sharona. And something else... creatures I've never seen before. Not wolves. Not witches. Something like a dried up bones that keeps standing. Something that can't be killed." I curse under my breath. "They've unleashed the Hollowborn..." "The what?" Alessia asks, her heart pounding. I explain. "The Hollowborn is the summoning of the dead. They are more like, dead soldiers. They feel nothing. And cannot be defeated, unless the one who controls them is..." "No time!" Darren cuts in. "We need you, Alessia. The frontlines are falling. You have any pent up powers? This is the time to unleash it. It's our only hope now."

Lucas spoke up, the hard look in his eye sending his cousin off silently. It took everything Chloe had to suck air into her lungs and not sink to the ground when Lucas took just a few dominating strides towards her. Being werewolf blessed Chloe with supernatural senses and yet the shadows of night and light of the moon only sharpened Lucas’ features even more. There was something wild and yet put together in everything about Lucas. A true apex predator who had fixed his sights on his latest prey.

The bridegroom wasn't a simple guy from our countryside like my sister preferred, she always wanted a simple life where she would be managing the household and looking after kids while her husband earned their livelihood. However, this was not the case, her husband-to-be was a lord, our small village fell under his estate. He was the great Vampire Lord, child of the night, a nocturnal being. The wedding would also be held at night instead of the morning like it usually happened. Even the wedding gown wasn't white.

A full bearded round belly, old man who resemble what the humans called Santa Claus. A look of concern aged his face far beyond his wrinkles. He was like a father to me and owned this bar since before I was born. I looked up at him and frowned. “Just one more. Then I’ll be done.” I gave him my best sober face and with a sigh, he caved. He poured me one last double shot of whiskey howler, and warned me before he left. I chugged it. Things may have settled down with the rogues, and the Lycans appear to be getting used to the witches, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something more was brewing to the surface.

"The curse we thought was broken—it's not. It's transforming." "Into what?" Aris asked. "Into an army. The Wolf of Sol's final weapon. Wolves without souls, without mercy, without end." "How do we fight something that doesn't feel?" "You don't fight. You survive." --- Solara stepped forward. "The Ancients know of these creatures. They are called the Hollow. They were created in the first war, when Sol cursed the wolves who followed him. They cannot be killed by blade or claw." "Then how?" "With the bond. With love. With the same power that broke the cycle."

"What happened there?" Nora was quiet for three steps. "I told the crown prince of the most powerful vampire bloodline on the island that he had something on his jacket," she said. "He looked down. There was nothing there." Demi stopped walking. Nora kept going. "Nora." Demi's voice was caught somewhere between delight and alarm. "Nora, wait "