Reverie At River Hollow Novels & Stories

“I saw her. Aria had Storm.” I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. If I spoke, I’d taste blood again. Not the enemy’s but mine. The Hollow was gone, swallowed by the mist. Every memory we had there burned to ash. Now there was only the forest. And the sound of the river calling like a blade drawn from a sheath. ------------------------------------------------------- We reached the clearing just before dawn.

Ground turned to old grey bones of the world sticking up. The Hollow wasn’t a cave. Worse. A bowl in the hills where the wind went to die. The grass lay flat and colorless, like it had given up on green. The air smelled… empty. No sap. No rot. No animal sharp. My skin crawled before we even dropped over the lip. “What happened?” I whispered. “Rovan practiced.” I wanted to leave. I didn’t. At the floor, the threads found me at once. There were so many.

Riversane The thought, like a pendulum in Pepper Rei’s Mind Like a constant tic Reminding her of every passing second She could see every so often A lost wispy ghost wandering the streets Sometimes crowding in an alleyway Plotting nothing of importance Since they couldn’t focus much on agendas The closing dividers darkening their memory Like shutting doorways giving no way to haunting thoughts Of friends and foes, families and future Nothing mattered except for the longing to be someplace far Where no-one craved for the Hollow Night And the end was truly within their grasp Slowly as days passed

The Spiral Grove shimmered like a waking dream. Where petals had once bloomed, now hung threads of soft light each one humming faintly, glowing in tune with the breath of the world. I had never seen Duskfall so quiet. Not even during the Hollow Reclamation. And yet, this silence was not born of fear. It was reverence. Something ancient had stirred. Something that remembered every name we had forgotten. And it had chosen now to open. 1. The Mirror in the Sky

“So you abandon the Hollow? Abandon us?” “I abandon nothing,” Thorne said, calm as stone. “But I will not squander my power on foolish haste. Rhea is not prey to be culled in the dark—she is the storm that breaks the sky. And I will know what waits at its heart.” Without another word, she turned, her steps echoing against the cavernous walls of the Hollow. The firelight licked her silhouette before swallowing it whole. She was gone, leaving her sisters to their venom. --- The night beyond the Hollow was vast, breathing, alive with the whisper of old trees. Thorne moved silently through the forest, her cloak trailing like spilled ink. The air was colder here, heavier, as if each step drew her

And when she looked outside the window it was getting dark. The rain had become a steady downpour by the time Sophie's car crested the final ridge overlooking the valley. Mist clung to the trees like ghosts, veiling the landscape in a silver hush. Below them, nestled between shadowed pine and forgotten riverbeds, lay what locals only whispered about: Hollowshade Haven.

"Reports indicate that the Reavers lured our army to Duskwither Hollow." "Why? What's in Duskwither Hollow?" Amaris asked, her curiosity piqued. Rosalind blinked, momentarily taken aback by Amaris's ignorance. How could she not know? Nevertheless, she composed herself and began to explain. "Duskwither Hollow lies three days' travel from here by horse and carriage, but if one were to journey on foot, it would take seven days. It is a desolate expanse known for its inhospitable terrain, rumored to be a cursed land. The trees there are long dead, their gnarled roots sprawling across the ground like skeletal fingers, creating obstacles that would hinder any expedition by horse. The landscape is

I could see Ian standing where he was from the rearview mirror, looking like a statue that had been abandoned by the world. That night, I had a nightmare. I dreamt of the day my sister passed away. I was kneeling by her stone-cold body while crying my heart out, with Ian and Lucy standing nearby and staring coldly at me. I jerked awake from the dream, drenched in cold sweat.