Scream Hollow Novels & Stories

- RAVENA The two goons Elder Marrow picked to dump me at the edge of the world didn't say a word the whole trip. They just gripped my arms, dragging me through the dirt until the dirt turned into frozen slush. We were heading for the Hollowland. Every wolf grew up hearing stories about this desolate, tundra-like expanse, and none of them were good. It’s basically a massive, frozen graveyard where the pack threw its trash. There were no trees, no shelter, nothing but these nasty, black "Iron-Grip" shrubs poking out of the permafrost like skeleton fingers.

“THANK YOU, THANK YOU DADDY, OH FUCK, I’M, AHHHHH—” the orgasm rips out of me in a cry around Connor’s cock. My pussy locks around Craig— squeezing, milking, gushing, and the orgasm is deeper than the others. It starts in my g-spot and radiates outward in slow, powerful waves that make my entire body seize. Liquid heat floods between us— not as forceful as the squirting, but steady, pooling under my ass on the felt. Craig drives through it. Harder. Faster. His breathing ragged.

BELLA I was suppose to die, but then I saw a figure running towards me, the figure of the one I love, he comes to my rescue even though i didn’t ask for it. Horror and anger flashing through my eyes, he didn’t wanted me to die, he wouldn’t let me and then I saw it all He punches Adrien, and Adrien immediately let’s go of me. I held my neck and gasp for air, coughing out badly, but still my teary eyes watched how Jack positioned himself between us

Dawn at Hollow Creek tasted like metal. The creek itself wasn’t pretty. People liked to talk about neutral grounds like moonlit glades and sacred stone rings and “place of peace.” Hollow Creek wasn’t that. It was a shallow cut in the land where water slid slow over black rock. Frost-killed scrub hugged the banks. Tree roots jutted out like ribs. Mist crouched low to the ground and didn’t rise, like it didn’t trust the air. The land felt stripped. Claimed and unclaimed at the same time. A place everyone said belonged to no one and everyone, which in wolf terms meant “no one will admit to owning the mess that’s about to happen here.”

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.”

This is not a good idea. It wakes the resting soul inside me as I hear Skye's voice thunderously echoed all over the mansion. Adrenaline rush spread all over inside me lile a wild fire in the jungle. “Ahhhh!” We swiftly moved out from bed and headed down as we heard our Prince screamed for the second time loudly like he had never did before.

The obsidian pulsed violently, a shattering scream tearing through the chamber. Light exploded outward, blinding and raw. When the glow faded, the chamber lay in ruin. The heart was gone. Marcus had vanished. John looked at Sarah, breathless and shaken. “The Hollow... it’s loose.” A low growl echoed from deep within the shadows. And then a piercing scream shattered the silence. With the Hollow unleashed and Marcus vanished, John and Sarah face a terrifying new reality. But who screamed, and what lurks in the dark now. The chamber’s shadows seemed to writhe as the eerie growl echoed again, closer this time. John’s heart hammered in his chest he knew that sound. The Hollow wasn’t just a legend

“They are mine… and so are you.” Somewhere in the distance, a chilling and high pitched scream cut through the night as the Hollowborn finally revealed themselves fully. The hunt had begun. And there was no turning back.

And in that moment, his strength dies with her. “Fuck!” Sunny screams, racing to Liam’s side. But before he can reach him, the Hollowborn sinks its fangs into Liam’s arm and rips it off. Liam’s scream tears through the chaos, raw and agonizing. Poison floods his veins, spreading wildly. Sunny grabs the creature by the neck, squeezing with all his might, enough to snap bone. But the Hollowborn only laughs, a guttural, mocking sound, like it’s being tickled.

Pain ripped through her, white-hot, and she screamed as blood splattered onto the Hollow floor. Her knees buckled. The Watcher’s breath was hot and foul over her as its jaws opened to finish her— And that’s when it came. A roar. A sound that shook the air, shook the trees, shook the Hollow itself. Kael’s roar. Then Fenrak’s, deeper, more feral. From the shadows, they stormed the Hollow like thunder breaking the sky. Wolves, massive and furious, burst into the fray—the Draven wolves following at their heels.