Shady Hollow Book Novels & Stories

The sheer, brutal force of the slap sent my head snapping to the side, my face forcefully tilted toward the dirt. "You truly made things incredibly difficult for me, Raegan. You made me waste so much precious time hunting you down," he hissed. Before I could recover, his fingers aggressively tangled into my hair, yanking my head back with immense force until I was looking directly into his face. The one countenance I had prayed to never encounter again was staring right back at me. His dark, soulless eyes pierced straight through me, and an uncontrollable tremor shook my limbs as a sadistic smirk stretched across his lips.

*"The City will feast on your doubt. Give me control, and I'll spare the king." "Eden," I whispered as he slept. "If I don't come back-" "*Don't.*" His fingers tangled in mine. "We're in this together. Always." --- **KELLY'S POV** The Hollow City revealed itself at twilight, a mirage of spires and bridges that shimmered like a heat haze. As we approached, the ground softened, buildings rising from the earth like bones. "It's alive," Eden breathed. "And hungry," Selene muttered, hanging back.

“And whoever it is… they know him too well.” But Samuel refused to hear. Life was vulture life for Samuel — governments, enemies, and harsh friends. What Samuel failed to comprehend was that the knife had been driven deep into his side long ago by hands he had not been expecting. --- That evening, Shayla turned another notch on her holster on her score of wins. Determinedly, she laid aside her book. "Tomorrow," she gasped into the blackness, "a new gulf will yawn." And far away Samuel alone in his lair stared at the trembling face in a whiskey glass. Samuel Blackwood — that enigmatical man who had ever seemed so — was actually scared for the first time in his life.

" 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

The scratch of claws stops, replaced by the slow, deliberate sound of a latch turning, the wood of the door groaning as it’s pressed inward. No one moves. The only light is the faint blue glow of frost, crawling now up the legs of the tables, licking at the boots of the living. Shadows pool, shift, rise—faces in the dark, mouths yawning wide, eyes inside out. Rowan’s hand finds Thalia’s, and in the darkness, the only warmth is the grip of living flesh. The Hollowing is here, and as the door creaks open on a world gone black, every soul in Silverpine understands that whatever comes next will cost them everything they have left.

Evans I lay in the dark, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. Beside me, I felt the mattress shift. Hailey sat up, her movement sharp and jagged. I kept my eyes closed, forcing my breathing to stay shallow, but I could feel her focus on me. It wasn't just a gaze; it was a physical weight. Her ability was out of control, radiating off her in waves of heat that made the air in the room feel thin. I knew she felt it. She felt the rot of the lie I had been carrying since the day we stood at the altar. I waited, counting the seconds in the silence, until I heard her feet hit the carpet. She moved like a ghost, her footsteps receding toward the door. Only when the soft click of

It talks about a young lady who found love and happiness from where she least expected it. I checked my social media and saw Elena uploading different things about me running away online. I had changed my name and picture, so it would be hard to know if I am the one anytime I upload on my wall. Soon enough, I buried myself back into the book I was reading. I was halfway to the most interesting part when something from the television placed in front of me caught my attention. I dropped my book and increased the volume to listen well. The scene wasn't fascinating at all. A company was burning down and all people could do was stare at it, take pictures, and watch it burn into ashes.

The old foliage of recent years has gathered around its roots and has spread to the bicycle racks that are probably rarely used. I could only see all of this in the faint light of the moon, because Reese was right, it was really pitch black here. There were no lanterns and the windows of the houses facing the courtyard did not emit the slightest ray of light. All were dark. So the perfect conditions for a proles hunt. It really got better and better. "Stared enough?" Came the dark shadow in the middle of the green courtyard. "Come here now."

he responded, whipping his head around in my direction. "Okay, check them,” I ordered. I buried my face down and ran my eyes through the books, then I saw one that caught my attention. "Realms of the Shifting Shadows: Tales of Fantasy and Fur"’ was boldly written on the binding of the book. The book has intricate designs of werewolves under a glowing moon. I picked up the book and opened the first page, which had been aged. I couldn't tell how long this must have been here. The first page I opened was blank. This prompted me to open the second page; it was practically empty, just like the first. I continued opening until the fifth page because I was counting the number of pages as I flipped

It wanted them hollowed. Piece by piece. Until nothing of them remained but the shadows it chose to keep. ☠️ End of Chapter 18