Novel & Cerita Naruto Hollow Fanfiction

~~~ IN THE HOLLOW — LUCIEN’S POV: The wind howls like a beast through the trees. It’s darker now and feels thicker. The Hollow has started folding in on itself, fraying at the edges like a dying dream. And in the middle of it, I am standing on a cliff of fractured glass and bone. Elira is gone. She hasn’t returned since I said Rhea’s name. Since the Hollow itself shook and spat her back into the shadows. Something inside her snapped when I remembered. Something inside me is still snapping. I don’t know what I am anymore or what I'm doing for that matter.

He looked like he was trying to be strong, but inside he was falling apart. “I have to go,” I whispered. He didn’t speak at first. The silence between us stretched so far it felt like another world. Then finally, he stepped forward and took my hands in his. “I should be with you,” he said. “You’re carrying our child.” “I know.” I squeezed his fingers. “But this place… The Hollow… only I can get through. The old blood recognizes Luna. You’re strong, but you’re not Luna-born.” His jaw tensed. “Then let me wait at the edge. Let me be close.”

CHAPTER SIXTY NINE ALPHA AIDEN'S POV : "That's a good start, so how do we get them out and kill the Hollow?" I asked her. "There's only one way to defeat the Hollow, is to get the blood of a powerful descendant, if we could get it, I know a spell that I'll add it too that will kill the Hollow forever" she explained. "But how do we get it now?" I questioned. We have a start and we had no start at all, so complicated.

You are not alone. And the words land—soft as feathers, sharp as bells—in every mind, in every heart. People stiffen. Wolves whine, ears flicking. Mara’s mouth falls open; Fen blinks as if seeing sunlight. Look around you, Thalia whispers in their heads, in Rowan’s and Agatha’s and even the smallest pup’s. The Hollowing feeds on what you keep from each other. It grows stronger on silence, on secrets, on everything left unsaid. Give it nothing. Give each other everything. Face each other. Hold hands. Speak your truths. Sing your songs. Tell me—tell each other—what you love, what you dream of, what you will do when the light returns.

We came up with it. Not carried but pulled, the way something vast and patient exerts a claim on things that belong to it. We rose, Nico and I and Caska between us, the basin’s contents now distributed through the light itself, through the violet-blue column filling the Hollow floor to ceiling, making every wolf throw their arms up against the brightness. Then it settled. For one long breath, the Hollow was exactly as it had been; same stone, same chairs, same walls, same faces, except for one thing.

Something inside me has broken open— Bloomed. I feel the thoughts of the forest’s creatures. Not in words, but in scent, pulse, and instinct. They have always watched me. Now, they feel me. And they are afraid. They press low to the earth, hiding in burrows and hollow logs. The wind carries their fear like smoke. It swirls around me like music. They whisper: The Hollow walks. She is not a wolf. She is not the moon. She is the other. The word echoes inside my bones.

“You’re afraid.” “Yes,” I said. “Of losing you.” Her mouth softened for a moment, but then she pulled away. “You won’t lose me, Kira. Not if you stand with me.” And then she was gone, swallowed by the shadows of the caves. I sat there for a long time after, listening to the wind. My chest hurt with a kind of pain that had no shape. I wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn’t come. Days passed. The Hollow grew busier. Warriors trained at dawn. The smell of oil and smoke filled the air again. I helped pack supplies, pretending not to hear their plans. Every word felt like a knife turning in me.

Hunger Theodore points immediately “Oh, that thing definitely likes emotional breakdowns.” Vireon’s voice lowers sharply “It feeds through amplification.” Meaning every painful emotion Makes it stronger I Step Toward the First Silence Ignoring the fear clawing through my body. Ignoring Theodore trying to stop me again. Because panic is exactly what the Hollow wants I look directly at the trembling primordial being “You are not alone.” The words hit the void hard. The Hollow recoils slightly Not injured. Irritated “Connection delays consumption.” Its voice turns colder. “But suffering always returns.”

Vastian asks. “Then we’ll find out.” “And if she’s dangerous?” I smirk. “Then I’ll want her even more.” He shakes his head, but the edge of his mouth twitches. “Of course you will.” We stand in silence again; the wind whispering between us, the land humming low with secrets. The Hollow has waited a long time for Elunara. So have we. “We’ll give her time,” I say. “Let her get used to the place. To us. But not too much time. The Hollow will change her whether she’s ready or not.”