Novel & Cerita Naruto Hollow Fanfiction

“I know you will not kill me, Ru. Which is why, when the time comes, it will make it so much easier for me to end you.” Staring into his green eyes for a long moment, Ru said nothing at all, only tried to penetrate behind the façade into his soul. There was an emptiness there unlike anything she’d ever seen before. He was hollow, broken. As she continued to look into his eyes, Nat slowly faded away until she was left standing on the mountaintop all alone.

Neither of them moved toward anything or away from anything, and the moment had the specific quality of a door that had been found and identified but not yet walked through, and the not-yet was doing something to the air in the room that was almost unbearable to witness. Nora looked down at her thesis notes. She read the same sentence four times and did not absorb any of it. Because the specific quality of what she'd just watched the book without a note, the six weeks of waiting, the one careful gesture and the held breath after it was sitting in her chest in the place where her own accumulation lived. Her phone buzzed. Caspian. The rooftop. When you're done with your notes. She looked at th

Then slowly— began collapsing inward. Not attacking. Not consuming. Unraveling. Like a system suddenly losing the logic that held it together. The black mass beneath the floor shuddered. A deep, hollow scream echoed once more— then faded. The silver fractures inside its body cracked open. Light poured out. Then silence. The Hollow collapsed inward completely. And vanished. For a long moment, nobody moved. Dust fell. Stone cracked softly. The mountain groaned. But the battle was over. Ronan blinked.

"He’s a mess, and he smells like a grave, but he’s alive. That’s more than most people get in this valley." "He doesn't have a soul, Runa," I choked out, the tears finally breaking through. "The Council... they didn't just break him. They emptied him." "Then we'll fill him back up," Sola said, her voice unusually firm. She reached into her pouch and pulled out a small, dried flower—a lavender sprig from the Deep Woods. "Our people have stories of the Hollowed. They say the soul doesn't leave; it just hides in the deepest shadows where the pain can’t reach it. We just have to go in and find it."

"The pack is watching me closer than ever. If I move too fast—" "The Blood Moon is four days away, Nyra. Four." Her presence pressed in around me, sharper than I'd ever felt it, stripped of every soft edge she usually wrapped around her worst demands. "You have had months. You have had access no one else in The Hollow's history has ever been given, inside his walls, inside his trust, inside his bed for all I know, and you have accomplished nothing." "That's not fair."

And then— My eyes caught it. A heading. “Hollow.” My heart thudded. I leaned closer. The first line read: Hollow: A power channeled from beyond the living. The air heavier. Elara?!

The bond flared in response, coiling through her veins and tethering her to Kael. “You’re trembling,” he noted, reaching for her hand. Their fingers intertwined, shadows and fire coiling together like twin serpents. “The bond will hold you. Focus on me. Nothing else matters.” Aria nodded, but the whispers didn’t stop. Some names felt familiar… like fragments of faces she’d seen in dreams. “It’s like the Hollow is still alive,” she said, voice tight. “Trying to… pull me in, erase me.” Kael’s jaw clenched. “It’s protective. The Hollow gave up some of its memory to hide you. But every spell leaves a trace. You’re hearing that trace.”

So even though she was pregnant and sprawled on the ground, not one person stepped forward to help her up. An hour later, the banquet hall was empty. I walked up to her in my dress shoes. I looked down at Jody's face. "Jody, from this moment on, we're done. There's nothing between us anymore. "I hope that in the next life, Chloe and I never have to see you again." "You will visit our daughter's grave every single day. Miss one day, and I'll make sure you rot in prison." The blood between Jody's legs had already dried. She looked up at me in pain. Confused and regretful. Right then, I seemed so cold and unfamiliar to her.

Chapter One Hundred and Forty-One **** The Hollow came again tonight, after a failed trial last night. I felt it before I even saw it because the air around me changed, the shadows in my room deepened unnaturally, and the candle on my desk began to shake though there was no wind. I wasn't scared and I didn't call for Jason. I just sat up, wrapped in the quiet hum of our bond, and I waited for it. It rose from the floor in a smoke given form,taller than before, its edges frayed, its void-eyes sparking with something new, like confusion.

“Stay close. No one falls behind.” As we crossed an invisible line in the earth, the world dimmed. It wasn’t just the lack of light, the bond inside me dimmed too. The silver thread that had burned bright since the temple felt faint now, like a candle flickering against the dark. “Lyra…” I breathed. “Something’s wrong.” Her face was tight with concentration. “It’s the Hollow. It strips everything away. Power, sight, strength. It feeds on what it can’t control.”