Mato Hollow Knight Novels & Stories

Then he landed heavily on the ground in the Grand Brightness Main Hall. The place went completely silent! The entire Mount Mingwang was utterly quiet! Matteo was well-known in the New World. He had been in the community for a very long time; he was remarkably powerful and undefeated. However, he had lost in that fight completely! Matteo propped himself up and looked at Darryl furiously. He wanted to open his mouth to speak, but instead, he vomited a mouthful of blood. Darryl's punch almost broke his ribs!

“You’re so focused on saving your precious Cassie and fighting Lorenzo, you didn't notice the shadows moving among your own blood.” Leonardo slowly lifted his head, despite the burning pain in his ribs. “What... what are you talking about? My blood?” The wolfsbane was making his mind foggy. Matteo leaned in, dropping his voice to a conspiratorial whisper that still managed to carry through the dungeon’s silence. “I am Matteo Giovanni. Does that name mean anything to you, little cousin?”

I am new to them even though I'm their new Luna it was decent courtesy to introduce myself first. "You're Killian's mate aren't you?"

And that we'd already been together in the most intimate way possible? “But why would he torture you?” I swallowed hard and asked. “You’re not the Veilwalker. You don’t know anything about the rogues. All you do is run an underground clinic, which is illegal, yes, but not serious enough to make him do this shit? What aren’t you telling me?” Something flickered across Mateo's face. It was brief. But I'd known him long enough to catch it. Before I could push further, I smelled it— Something sharp and foreign on the wind, moving fast.

"Dad, h-help me… H-He's really going to kill me! Quick, s-save… me!" His face turned blue, his voice cracking and fading as the air left his lungs. Matthew could not believe what he was seeing. This madman really dared to follow through? "You bastard!" With a furious roar, Matthew shot into the air. A violent blast of martial king-level energy erupted from him, sweeping the air outward like a shockwave. The people nearby barely had time to gasp before they saw Matthew launch himself like a thunderbolt, aiming a deadly palm strike straight at Zachary's skull. He was clearly breaking the rules, interfering with the trial, and going straight for the kill.

A massive wall of grey concrete had imploded twenty yards away, unleashing a roaring wall of high-pressure trench water that swept across the vault like a tidal wave, lifting debris, shattered terminals, and heavy metal crates into a chaotic vortex. Noah tried to lift Matteo higher, but the old man's grip on his wrist tightened into a vicious vice, anchoring himself to the sinking floor of the trench. "Go, Noah," Matteo whispered, his head slumping forward as the dark water rose to his chin, extinguishing the last defiant spark in his eyes. "The game... the game is yours now." "Matteo!"

My Mate **

That’s the way the ritual is set up. It sucks, though. I don’t like standing back here and watching. I want to help. I want to be in the thick of things, showing my new mate what I’m capable of. I’ve never killed a Moon Caster before—nobody does until after age twenty-three; only those who are of age go on the hunts. But I’m sure I could do it. Kaely doesn’t have any trouble without me, though. The fight only lasts a minute. Then the Moon Caster is on the ground, blood pooling beneath him, eyes staring at nothing.

she said with a firm voice that made my brows twitch. "Your father wanted to have his way with an Omega, then something happened and there was an exchange." She said. "As a result, that Xenra in Maltos' castle is not the real Xenra, but a reincarnated body." She stated. I couldn't believe what I had just heard. Even though I had always heard about it, I had always thought it was a myth, never did I know I'd be seeing it in my own time. "So where's the vampire queen?" I voiced out the question that had kept me busy.

Lysander shifted partially — not full wolf, but a flash of fangs and muscle and fur rippling beneath skin. Matthew raised his blade, stepping into its path. And for a split second, Charlie saw what he was facing: The Hollowed's ribs expanded, skin stretching thin like parchment. Something inside it pulsed — like a second heartbeat that didn't match its body. It opened its mouth. No snarl. No growl. Just an empty exhale — cold enough Charlie felt it across the clearing. Matthew braced— But the Hollowed didn't attack him. It pointed. At Charlie.