Lord Of Hollows Novels & Stories

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 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.

“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. Silas l

"Then how do we stop it?" "You don't." Alexander's eyes narrowed. "That's not an answer." Gabriel looked at me. "She does." I stepped forward. "Me?" "The Hollow was created from Moon blood." "So?" "Only Moon blood can command it." My mother stepped closer. "Gabriel, she's not ready." "I know." "Then don't ask her." Gabriel looked at me. "I won't." He turned to Alexander. "But if she doesn't, the Hollow will destroy this sanctuary."

“Gods… Ragnor, that’s—” “The Hollow.” My voice came out as a low growl, steady despite the icy dread crawling up my spine. Valkyrie turned to me, her eyes searching mine for confirmation—for denial. But I had none to give. “No,” she whispered, shaking her head. “It can’t be.” It was. The Hollow was more than just a spirit. It was a force beyond this world, a parasite that didn’t just consume bodies—it devoured souls, leaving nothing but an empty, twisted husk behind. A fate worse than death.

The air in the chamber didn't just chill; it died. The figure standing in the corner was a grotesque mockery of life. Ronan’s body, which Zayden had broken with his bare hands, stood upright, but his limbs moved with a disjointed, mechanical twitching. The void-black eyes leaked a dark, viscous smoke that pooled at his feet. This wasn't a werewolf. This was the Hollow—an ancient, forbidden rite of the Virex line used only when a challenger refused to stay dead.

And before anyone could move, the shadows rippled — taking form, twisting upward into a faint, humanoid outline with eyes that burned a deep, sickly green. The Order’s warriors stumbled back. Marek raised his sword. “Eloria—what the hell is that?” Eloria’s lips parted slightly, her pulse steady but her voice a whisper: “Not what… who.” The wind howled, and the shadow’s voice slithered through the clearing. “The Hollow never dies… it just waits for the next breath.” The ground split open beneath their feet. A scream tore through the forest — and the light from Eloria’s staff burst outward in a violent flash of violet flame.

And neither was ready to let go. ~~~ While Alya slept in a bed warmed by love and war-fatigue, far beyond the mountains, in the deepest chamber of the Black Mirror Citadel, her enemies were already moving. The Hollow Queen stood before an altar of obsidian, her fingers dripping crimson—each drop from a different bloodline. Around her, the air trembled, warped with forgotten magic. “She’s gathering strength,” one of her generals said. “The legions have returned to her banner.” The Hollow Queen didn’t look away from the altar.

"That is the Ashen Wolf Staff. Pick it up and raise it to the sky. Tonight we open the portal to White Hollow, and begin our reign of terror." She did as she was told. The eyes on the staff began to glow and the sky turned darker. The clouds began to glow bright red. Then they parted and a hole formed in the middle. Suddenly something broke from the hole and headed straight for them. Judy gasped in awe, while Lupus Tenebris gave a wicked chuckle. ******************** "Gently you idiot!" Mona snapped at the maid combing her hair. The young maid froze, the brush trembling in her hands. "I am sorry my Luna." She said softly. Even talking to loud could annoy the Luna.

The storm roars, hungry. I grip the needle. The village dissolves. --- **The Hollowfather's Gift** The hollow isn't a place. It's a *being*. A colossus of static and teeth, its form endlessly unraveling. It has no face, but I feel its gaze-a pressure that cracks my ribs, that liquifies my resolve. *"You've always been mine,"* it croons. *"The Weaver stole you. Shrank you. Let me remake you."* The storm begs. *"Let him."*