Mato Hollow Knight Novels & Stories

A body crashed into the tree canopy above us, snapping branches, tumbling down through the pines until it hit the forest floor with a sickening, wet thud ten yards away. I froze. Then a second body fell. It hit the rocks near the tree line, bouncing once before sliding to a halt in the mud. "Mathias," Tate whispered. She was running before I could move. We scrambled over the wet earth. Tate reached the first body. It was Heriberto. The Hollow King looked... small. The glowing white light was gone. The void eyes were gone. He was just an old man in tattered robes, broken on the rocks. His skin was grey, sagging on his bones. He was breathing...shallow, wet gasps.

“Piano. Something slow. I think you played it once.” “I did. Before Eidolon, I taught for a while.” “That makes sense,” he said softly. “There’s something about your hands. Like they know both creation… and destruction.” That brought a tight laugh to my throat. “You don’t forget some things.” He didn’t answer, but when our fingers brushed as I handed him the canteen, he didn’t pull away. Small miracles. The Hollow was a concrete scar in the mountains. Once, it had relayed global signals through an array of underground servers. Now, it was dead—except for the chamber Paladin had marked in red ink. There, behind layers of steel and rock, lay a terminal unlike any I’d seen before.

"Hello my dear knight. If you're wondering who I am, just look up. I am Luna, or the moon or the moon goddess as you like to call me. Chuckle. I need you to listen to me, your other half and mate needs your help. You two have always been destined to be together and everytime you have met you have failed over the years and all of your reincarnations but this time I took help from an old friend. This time I bestowed you two too have too more mates. Two powerful mates to help each other and to help my daughter to live. There is a war coming Knight and you need to prepare for it. All of you need to prepare for the upcoming war as you need each other and you need to fulfill the mating ritual or y

Blades clashed. Matt faced two men at once. They tried to flank him, but he spun, disarmed one, and knocked the other out with a swift strike. Calla met him in the center. “Where is he?” she asked, panting. “The southern tunnel.” Together, they ran. They found him at the tunnel mouth, cloaked, holding a flask of green liquid. Calla stopped. “It’s over.” He smiled. “You don’t get to tell me that.” Matt circled him slowly.

Seeing that, Mateo hugged her tighter while smiling. Mateo is still going around looking for a suitable place for him and Anindira to live. He is looking for a cave that is a bit more covered with trees so that, during the day, the sun doesn't get inside. Matteo didn't need to go down to find a place that suited him. He only needed to wander around in the air, with the *Echo location of the Bats, it wouldn't be difficult for him to find the right cave for himself.

The sounds of rustling leaves and distant bird calls served as a backdrop to his solitary pursuit. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Archer's keen senses led him to a clearing bathed in soft, dappled sunlight. It was a place where Mateo often retreated, a sanctuary away from the chaos of the world. Tall grasses swayed in the gentle breeze, a natural symphony that serenaded the space. And there, in the heart of the clearing, stood Mateo—his brown, copper, and white fur shimmering under the interplay of light and shadow, a testament to his unique beauty. But his eyes betrayed a mixture of anxiety and vulnerability, like storms brewing beneath the surface.

It was as if he had known what she would do from the moment he pulled her out of that cage. And maybe he had, but he never would have been able to stop it. It had taken him a long time to come back from that, but he had done it, and it had only fueled his fire to take down the group he and his team had been hunting. Matthew was antsy about tonight because he wasn’t prepared to find their target in the same state the previous one had been, but he knew it was a likely outcome. Hawk had already set up their communication equipment and was typing away. He had put a drone in the air and was scanning the area, but it was uncomfortably quiet. Usually, a few guards were spread out around the perimet

Mateo frowned when he saw that the old man was hurt, and he yelled, "Blacksmith! What are you doing? Beat him up!" The Blacksmith swiftly walked back to Mateo's side as he whispered, "Mr. Mateo, this man shouldn't be underestimated. He knows the Hydra Sect's Golden Dragon Talon technique!" "Hydra Sect?" Mateo exclaimed as he frowned. He knew a bit about martial arts, and he knew that the Hydra Sect was one of the nine most powerful sects. "Are you afraid?" Mateo challenged. The Blacksmith frowned as he asked, "What do you mean?"