Scream Hollow Novels & Stories

He heard Stephen laughing. "Show off". He muttered. "Why? You didn't like me"? He faked a hurt and Callum glared. "Okay. Back to serious talk. Why me"? Callum asked again and Stephen was silent for a while.. "You see, if we are just a Vampire, our senses are heightened in different aspects. We can mingle easily. Like not much easily, because staying with a Human, where we could smell their blood is really hard for us to resist". Stephen explained a bit..

"Ronan they are still alive." Xandra said, "They are Hollowed. They are shells of what they used to be. They stay down here because they want the light they can no longer make. If you get close they will take the silver right out of your skin." One of the creatures looked up at me. Its neck cracked with a sound. It made a pitched musical whistle that vibrated in my Mark. "Sister," the sound seemed to say. "Give us the spark. End our hunger." The silver pulse in my neck started to beat fast. The Hollowed began to climb up the walls of the pit. They did not use the stairs; they moved like spiders, their clear claws digging into the stone.

LYRA The dead district smells like dust and old rain. Not decay, absence. This part of the city wasn’t destroyed. It was emptied. Buildings still stand, windows intact, streets swept clean by time rather than care. The Hollow recognizes it instantly, not as a wound, but as a scar that was never allowed to heal. “They won’t follow us in here,” I murmur. Cain scans the rooftops, the alley mouths, the quiet corners where echoes should live but don’t. “They will,” he says. “Just not all at once.”

“ The next game is called the game of Echoes.” Luke announced, standing on the makeshift ring where the five used to practice fighting. “Each competitor will go through the East portal which leads to the world of the hollows. For the sake of those who do not know,” he continued. “ Hollows are phantoms that can see guilt, pain, rage, jealousy, and envy. They can also materialize into your greatest fears, your deepest desires and the things that haunt you when you sleep.

The first thing that struck you about The Hollow wasn't the smell of stale beer or the dim lighting, but its brutal, unapologetic honesty. It didn't bother pre- tending to be something it wasn't, laying its sins bare for anyone who dared to look. The sticky "oors, scarred by countless boots and forgotten dreams, told a story all their own. Each scu# and stain was a testament to spilled drinks, broken promises, and the weight of too

Her scream echoed once, then vanished—cut off like a breath stolen midword. The light around Serenya began to collapse inward, folding like petals around her body. She reached for him one last time, fingertips brushing his cheek. “Find me,” she whispered. Then she was gone. The Hollow imploded. Kaelen was thrown upward through a surge of blinding light, through shattering glass, through a sound like the world exhaling all at once. He felt air hit his face, wet earth beneath his boots. When the brightness faded, he was kneeling in the ruins of the valley again.

My scream rips out, raw and terrifying— Riven’s name.

And it remembered her. She glanced toward the desk in the corner. Her journal sat there—thick, worn, familiar. A relic from a life she had tried to erase. She hesitated. Then stood. Crossed the room. Her fingers trembled slightly as she opened it. Page after page, inked with fear, fury, and loneliness. The words rose like ghosts. She found the final entry. June 17, 1994 I’m scared. So scared I can’t breathe sometimes. I don’t know how much longer I can keep pretending everything’s fine. I can’t be here anymore. I have to go… and I can’t ever come back.