روايات وقصص ضمن Naruto The Strongest Hollow Fanfiction

But Xiao Chen felt that if he didn’t defeat him with his own strength, his pride would be insulted by a city lord who was merely at the Earth Emperor level. “Death Technique: Soul Pull!” Xiao Chen, who had acquired many death techniques in the Underworld, used one that could pull a dying soul into the Underworld. And as he used the technique. Xiao Chen’s black eyes rippled slightly, and the city lord’s soul—along with the worm clinging to it—was drawn into the black hole in Xiao Chen’s hand.

“I can’t undo what I’ve done. But maybe… I can stop it from going further.” Behind them, the trees stirred. A voice—deep and twisted—shook the air. “I gave you power, Nyra. And this is how you repay me?” From the shadows beyond the lake, a figure stepped forth. The Hollow King. Twisted by corruption, his body crackled with red flame and void magic. Eyes like twin stars gone black fixed on them. “You were my weapon,” he snarled. “My final shard of vengeance.” Nyra stood, facing him. “No. I was never yours.”

I rose again, shadows spiraling around me. “You were never meant to be Alpha, Mia. You were meant to be broken open, so something stronger could come through.” She screamed as her body convulsed but I wasn’t cruel enough to let her die. Not until I was done. I stepped back into the ritual circle and began drawing a new sigil in the dirt. One older than language. Older than gods. The Hollow was hungry. It had tasted Fiona through Mia, and now it wanted more. It wanted her. But it would settle, for now, for me.

Outside the room, Zara greeted him with that sweet, familiar smile, her eyes filled with love so intense that it felt like she could only see him—even in a world full of people. "Zara, that guy earlier mentioned something called 'Hollow Soul.' Do you know anything about it?" Felix asked. Zara shook her head. "No idea. But that guy was really strong. Even if we teamed up, I don't think we could beat him." Felix did not share the same belief. He knew for sure that they would not be able to defeat Specter even if they teamed up. Nonetheless, now that he had a moment to breathe, he could sense Zara's power more clearly.

I jerked as his hands enveloped mine, the warmth from it send beautiful goosebumps all over me. "During Naruto mission with Hinati to rescue Hanabi, they both fell on a genjutsu (Illusion), Naruto was able to connect to Hinata's Memory because of the red scarf that intertwined the two" he gave me a slight squeeze as I remember the moment he is saying and it's one of my best scene.

The analysis of Nine Netherbird made Zephyr Khan move slightly. Yes, it was right. With strength of the purple ancient tree, it was stronger than them. Even if the purple crystal was dug out by the crowd, it was still very powerful.

The hollow whistle in her throat turned into a soft human sob. One by one the other Hollowed reached the top. They did not attack the warriors. They gathered around me a sea of silver ghosts seeking the sun. I felt Ronans hand on my shoulder his strength pouring into me to keep me from fainting as the Hollowed drained my energy. I was a living bridge, between the Moon and the abandoned. Kael whispered, "Look," and pointed to the center of the pit.

"Pretty good. They're helping me find a cure, but I'm fine so far." Lucas took a deep breath and accepted the coffee. "The Eight Hollows are extremely powerful, even more than a war legate. Honestly, you guys shouldn't have come here." "We couldn’t just leave you all here and not try to help, can we? The Eight Hollows must have some sort of weakness. We'll figure out what it is after we've fought them." "I fought against one of them, and his strength completely exceeds everything I thought I knew. It’s like he has superhuman strength."

" Behind us, Jody's heart-wrenching sobs filled the air. I pushed down the last bit of pain in my chest and walked into the sunset. Chloe, from now on... Daddy is going to live a good life for you in this world. The End

Another tendril spears into his chest, curling around his ribs before wrenching them apart with a sound like tearing parchment soaked in blood. Steam hisses from his nostrils as his lungs boil. His eyes bulge, blood vessels bursting in red threads across the whites. His fingernails tear as he claws at nothing. Then— A final, violent jerk. His jaw tears free with a spray of flesh and shattered bone. His ribs collapse inward, organs liquefying in the heat of the Hollow’s hunger. And then— Silence. The tendrils fold back into me, dragging the rogue’s essence with them, stripping away every trace until the world forgets he ever stood there.