Romans & histoires Lord Of Hollows

"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."

“We called him Xeroth because we needed a name to shape our fear. But he was never whole. He was only a piece… a scout, you could say. Sent ahead to test the locks on the prison. To whisper into dreams. To see how far we’d fallen.” Dorian took a step forward, eyes narrowing. “Then what’s the real enemy?” Silas’s voice dropped. “We called it the Hollowing. A force that doesn't devour flesh, but meaning. Identity. It turns memory to dust and leaves behind shells wolves who don’t remember why they ever loved. Covens who forget their names. Bloodlines hollowed out from the inside until nothing remains but hunger.” Seraphina felt the cold thread its way up her spine. “And now?” she asked.

that voice made me look and I saw two werewolves in human form. The one I met earlier has dark hair, blue eyes, a pointed nose, dark red lips, sculpted jaw, and fair skin. The one whose voice is unfamiliar to me seemed to be more mysterious. He has grey hair, silver eyes, a pointed nose, pale lips, sculpted jaw, and fairer skin than the other one. I coughed and realized that my hands are tied and all I can do is sit. “Just kill me,” I muttered and sit. I now have a broader sight of where I am.

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.

"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 "

His voice had been steady then: “When the Hollow rises, it must fall. You are my son. You are the blade.” But my father hadn’t told me everything. He hadn’t told me why his lungs blackened. He hadn’t told me why he coughed blood every night until his body wasted away. He hadn’t told me what price the oath demanded and now the Hollow Wolf itself stood before me, peeling free of Lyra’s body like smoke given shape. It was tall and jagged, its form wrong in ways my mind fought to understand. Its eyes glowed pale white, hollow and endless, its teeth too long for its jaws. Shadows dripped off its body and sank into the earth like poison.

she whispered. “What?” Her eyes stayed fixed on Dominic below us. “The Hollow recognizes him.” Cold crawled slowly through my chest. “What does that even mean?” She looked genuinely unsettled now and somehow that scared me more than everything else in this mountain combined. “The Hollow only answers blood contracts,” she said quietly. “Original bloodlines. Bound monarchs. Chosen anchors.” Her voice lowered slightly. “Not modern Alphas.” Another corpse hit the ground beneath Dominic’s hands and dissolved into black smoke entirely this time.

“She was something more.” A sharp howl cut through the glade, savage and too close. Kael shoved Lyra behind him just as shadows emerged from the treeline. Three figures, cloaked in black, their eyes glowing with unholy light. The Hollowed Ones. “Lyra of the Moonblood,” one rasped, its voice like shattered glass. “Your awakening has begun.” Kael stepped forward, claws unsheathed. “You’ll die before you touch her.” But Lyra stepped out from behind him, eyes locked with the Hollowed One who had spoken. Her heart thudded—not in fear, but with an eerie familiarity.