Romans & histoires Lord Of Hollows

Andro has to fight to stay by his mate's side and fight off the new enemy waging a war against his family; his mafia family while protecting his identity as a vampire. CHAPTER ONE Annika’s POV In the chant of the black night, the stars were the choir, they were nights singing in an unusual pattern, singing a tone of death. Few minutes past ten, the once-cleared skies had transformed into a vast expanse of jet-black as the night laid down in a blanket of darkness.

Across from her, Elian lay curled in a wool blanket, face pale, his body faintly glowing from the aftershock of power he'd barely controlled the night before. Footsteps crunched on the frost-hardened soil. Aiden approached and knelt beside her. “You were dreaming again,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from her face. Iris nodded slowly. “The Goddess showed me something... a wolf. Not like the Hollow Wind. Bigger. Worse. Hollow eyes. No face. A monster that shouldn’t exist.” Aiden’s expression darkened. “Do you think it’s the real threat behind all of this?” “Yes,” Iris whispered. “The Hollow Wind was just a servant. This... this thing—it’s what commands the dark.”

“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.

"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."

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."*