Naruto The Strongest Hollow Fanfiction Romane & Geschichten

Because of his spy always scolds their transaction and blocks the entry of dollars into the black serpent that they can use that start and overthrow everyone involved. Bang! On the arm, she shot. The blood came out like a faucet. "Madam!" Naruto is the secret agent and reaper. He is the one who works well even without him. "What!?" She was angry that she didn't look back. "That guy is still tough." Naruto kept his face serious. "Yeah! I know. He wants more torturing him! Before speaking." Her voice was high. "Ha-ha..ha.." It was hard to laugh. Because of the blood lost in its body.

I ask. Elowen’s face is grim. “The oldest stories called it ‘the Hollowing.’ A force that feeds on magic—devouring it, distorting it, then leaving emptiness in its wake. It leaves neither the living nor the dead behind. We believe it stirs now because the world has been weakened—too many wounds, too much blood, too much raw power unleashed. Perhaps… even the healing of the Rupture played a part, tearing down old boundaries.” Mara’s voice is a low growl. “And you want Silverpine’s help?”

“Then let it watch. Because I’m not losing you to it.” They stayed tangled together, the night heavy, the Hollow beneath them pulsing like it could hear, could taste the power being forged in sweat and pleasure. And when the next tremor rumbled through the earth, they all felt it. The Hollow was coming. And Lilly would be its first target.

The storm roars, hungry. I grip the needle. The village dissolves. --- **The Hollowfather's Gift** The hollow isn't a place. It's a *being*. A colossus of static and teeth, its form endlessly unraveling. It has no face, but I feel its gaze-a pressure that cracks my ribs, that liquifies my resolve. *"You've always been mine,"* it croons. *"The Weaver stole you. Shrank you. Let me remake you."* The storm begs. *"Let him."*

“It’s real. And it’s not pleased with how easily some of us fail.” Ronan stepped closer to me, protective, dominant, unwavering. “It’s watching you,” he said quietly. “And it’s testing everyone around you. If you falter… the Hollow will return stronger. Worse. And this time, it won’t stop at testing. It will destroy.” Lyra’s eyes widened. “Then what do we do?” I lifted my chin, silver light faintly flickering across my skin again. “We prepare. We grow stronger. We stop letting it feed on fear, on doubt, on broken bonds. And we make sure I am ready for the next time it comes.”

I can see the war behind his eyes, him and the Hollow clashing for control inside the same body. "Kaziel," I whisper, my voice softer. "Listen to me. You're stronger than this." He flinches, his claws twitching. "This isn't you," I continue, moving closer despite my instincts screaming at me to run. "You would never hurt me. You would never lose control like this. The Hollow is feeding on your anger, on your jealousy. But you're not it. You hear me? You're not it." His hands tremble, his fingers curling inward as though he’s fighting himself.

But Raven’s heart thundered so hard she feared the Hollow could hear it. It wants him. It knows. Ragnar stepped forward before she could react. “If it’s me it wants, then—” “Don’t,” Raven snapped, her voice cracking like a whip. She turned her fury on the Hollow. "You think I’d trade my mate for safety? You think I’d bow to a parasite hiding in shadows?” The Hollow’s smile twisted, stretching too wide. “You will. Because he is your weakness. And every drop of blood I spill from your wolves will be because of him.”

When our hands found each other, the two marks flared so bright that everything around us turned white. We didn’t think. We just moved, two halves of one instinct. Kael’s power surged first, raw and primal. His Alpha strength rippled through the ground, breaking the altar stones. My power followed, the Hollow’s magic twisting through my blood, bright and hot like wildfire. We moved together, with every motion mirrored and our power crossing in a spiral of gold and red. The Hollow screamed. The sound was so unbearable, ancient, full of rage and something like grief. “You can’t destroy what you are,” it roared.

"Up. Now." It wasn't an order. It was a plea from a man who had once been powerful enough to destroy armies and now couldn't even step across the boundary to help the woman he loved. I got up. Hollow was already moving in for the follow-up, confidence solidifying into something that looked very much like certainty, and I redirected the next strike with what remained of my coordination and felt how much weaker the redirect was than the one before it. He caught my arm. Twisted. He didn't rush.