Mato Hollow Knight Novels & Stories

“They’ve found us.” A Hollow One stepped into view at the cave’s entrance, its skeletal form draped in tattered robes that fluttered like wisps of shadow. Its eyes burned like twin coals in the gathering dusk, and it let out a piercing screech that reverberated off the stone walls. Without hesitation, it charged, its claws outstretched toward them. Caden met it head-on, his sword clashing against its bone-like talons in a shower of sparks. Torren grabbed his daggers, ignoring the sharp stab of pain in his leg, and flanked the creature, his blades darting in to seek weak points in its unnatural defenses.

The second our palms meet, it’s like touching a live wire. A jolt of pure, electric heat shoots up my arm and slams straight into my chest. My breath hitches. His fingers tighten, pulling me a bit closer. His eyes darken until the blue is almost gone, his pupils blowing wide. It’s the mate bond. Primal, terrifying, and unmistakable. My body reacts before I can stop it—a surge of protective, maternal grief for the baby from my past life mixes with the sudden, violent want for the man standing in front of me.

No…it's impossible for her to give me a mate who hates me after I had gone through so much hell. I felt like breaking down and crying. Scream and yell at the world. Unable to ignore my feelings, I fought to maintain my composure, reminding myself not to read too much into a single expression. There could be countless reasons for his reaction, and I shouldn't jump to conclusions based on a single moment. But the tragic feeling was making my legs wobbly. "Hunter?" Megan called out to him, rushing over to him and standing beside him. Dread settled over me. My heart throbbed painfully, everything inside out hurt so bad I wanted to die. Our mate bond already narrowed little by little. Raven cried

“Are these your ritual tools?” “The blade is. It's called an athame. The bowl was just sitting on the mantle with some fake fruit in it, but magicians use what we can,” he scoffed. “Are you ready to begin?” “Yes,” Bella said, watching warily as he opened the door. “Trust me, a couple of inches of pine and a security system aren't. keeping any hunters out,” Hunter said, taking a seat on the outer part of the chalk sigil. He motioned for Bella to do the same, so she knelt between two of the candles.

He could only grunt each time our fists punched into each other as he tried to grab my neck which had me siping his feet off the ground and kicking him away. “I mean, I tried everything to talk to the old people but they wouldn’t listen to me,” I said as he stood up and looked at me with his face bleeding. “Are you okay? Can you still continue?” “I can, so don’t you worry,” he said as he blitzed into me. Mateo’s agility and quick reflexes allowed him to dart in and out of my attacks with his own attacks being precise and calculated. He utilized his speed like a natural to deliver lightning-fast punches and kicks which tested my defenses.

There was no way he would trick me into believing such lies. “Yes, she is my mate,” Matthew declared, his gaze not wavering from mine. “I knew she was my mate the very first day I saw her, but I couldn’t say it, I couldn’t accept it. How can I tell everyone that my mate is a murderer? How can I look you in the face and tell you that the lady who killed your mate and brought you so much pain was my mate? I was too ashamed and heartbroken to say it to anyone, so I decided to keep it to myself and reject our bond. I even wanted you to kill her, so that was why, at first, I was urging you to kill her. But since you didn’t, I became so drawn to her. I tried my best to ignore our bonds, but no mat

I've messed up my game. I'll sit on that couch while you explain to me all about it, make sure you remove your fake eyes." He turned and started walking towards the couch. Elena..if Stefan finds out that I was sent by Naomi, he would kill me right away. As he is now, he does not know me as a mate because everything was wiped off his memory coupled with the fact that he does not have a soul as we speak. I am meant to bring him back, so there's no way I'm telling him that he's found his mate long ago.

he tells me lifting my freezing body to sit up, which I'm not gonna lie hurt a lot, he tries to let go but I immediately start to fall sideways making him hold tightly onto me. "Th-the Kings mother is in the wat-er with Rupert , you n-eed to get them out" I say through shivers, he looks out onto the lake than back at me "they haven't sur-faced for hours" I say knowing there was no hope they would still be alive.

Nothing but that old building, falling stone, and history I had yet to know. Stepping over the dropped rock, I moved around the corner to when I last saw the black shadow thing and peaked around the corner; nothing but grass and grass, and taller grass. A light breeze was accompanied by a quicker rainfall as I walked around the corner, a feeling of being watched settling over my shoulders - which was nothing new among my new position of Luna of the Knights - and deciding not shrug it off, I looked behind me as I took another step forward, nothing was even- A scream rushed past my lips as my foot went through a deep hole, my body following behind it, and my hands instinctively reaching up to

While swirling dust and clashing knives, their eyes met, and a silent promise was exchanged. As the enemies closed in, Stuart spun gracefully, his knife cutting through the air with deadly precision. Beside him, Christi twirled, her movements a symphony of grace and strength. In the heat of battle, their fingers brushed, a fleeting connection that sent sparks through them. A formidable foe approached a dark figure with malice in their eyes. Both locked eyes, a silent communication passing between them. Without words, they dove into the fight, each covering the other's back. Their knives moved in harmony, a dance that spoke of shared purpose and unspoken feelings.