Sleepy Hollow Novels & Stories

Sky shrugged, “It's pretty simple. I go to the Hollow Hills and get the cure. I come back and give it to the Alpha. Problem solved.” Jannet frowned, “What is he talking about? Where is this Hollow Hills? Is that the same place we once learned about in high school?” she asked. “Yup, Missy. It is the infamous Hollow Hills: the mouth of death as everybody likes to call it.” Sky said with a smile and Jannet’s brows raised. “And you want to go to that place? I know that your screws are loose but do you have a death wish or what?” her voice sounded angry and I wondered if she was speaking out of concern.

He laughed and buried his head in his hands. "Ah, fuck. Qiao Mo... " Hila She woke up rather earlier than usual and felt queasy. The day of the Wushi Chin Cooperation annual meeting had arrived and she was to deliver the Wushi Group's proposal to the board. The obvious reason behind the formation of the group was to help the world through annual donations to curb different calamities in different countries.

With no knowledge of which way to go, I hit something hard and I black out. The next thing I know I wake up screaming in my bed, I shiver uncontrollably as the dried sweat makes my hair stick to my head. The sheets tangled at the foot of the bed, but my heart beat is already slowing because I’m at home safe and secure from any of those monsters out there in the woods. It was just a nightmare. In all the 17 years of my life, that would have to be the scariest nightmare I have ever had. I know I can’t go back to sleep after having a nightmare like that, so I get my phone out and check the time, its 2 in the morning I still have 5 hours until I have to get up. What am I going to do? I figure I

Hollow Hill – Midday Clara hadn’t told anyone where she was going. Not Devon. Not the few rangers left who still patrolled the outer trails. Some places asked for silence. Hollow Hill was one of them. She hiked through overgrown trails lost to modern maps, past a dry riverbed and two fallen markers carved in spiral patterns. They were warnings, according to the Yanuwah texts — spirals meant a descent, a place where time curled inward and memory became a trap.

Evangeline swallowed, her throat raw. “The Outer Veil. We’re moving west, towards Aetherreach. The Hollow breached the inner sanctum less than an hour ago.” “I don’t even know what the Hollow is.” Evangeline’s chest tightened as Cassius met her unblinking and steady eyes “They are what was left when hope was ripped from something that used to be alive.” he replied, grumpily, as though forced to speak. "That’s not even an answer.” Evangeline blinked. “True, but it’s the only one that fits, goddess.” Selene shrugged.

After the long drive from Faisalabad, the team arrived at the HARP-arranged guesthouse in Sahiwal—a warm, unassuming building tucked along a quiet side street, yet buzzing with quiet energy inside. Unlike hotels meant for tourists, this place had been tailored for the rhythms of archaeology: international researchers, students, and specialists from multiple disciplines sharing a single roof, each room a tiny window into someone else’s world.

“The thread is gone, Elara. We’re drifting. We’re falling into the dark.” ​“I’ve got you, Sasha,” I thought, my mind screaming with a desperation I couldn't voice. “Just hold on. Don't go into the sleep. Please, don't leave me alone in here.” ​We reached the Hollow. ​It was a dip in the geography of the Outskirts, a damp, shadowed ravine where the runoff from the Alpha’s mountain estate collected after a storm. The air here smelled of mildew, wet stone, and the sour tang of old despair. It was the place where the pack kept its "failures"—the elderly who could no longer shift, the injured who couldn't hunt, and the Omegas who had outlived their usefulness.

The smell of decay grew stronger with every step. As they entered the elite part of the city—once filled with luxury apartments and high-end stores—the atmosphere changed completely. This district had been dominated by the dead for months. Hollows moved in large groups between the tall glass buildings. Some still wore designer clothes, now torn and stained with old blood. “Stay close,” Natasha said softly. They moved forward carefully. A large pack of twenty Hollows blocked the main street ahead. Silas raised his rifle. “We should go around.” “Wait,” Natasha said.

The penthouse was silent, bathed in the soft, bruised light of a New York dawn. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the city wake up. Below, millions of people were starting their mundane lives, oblivious to the fact that a war for the soul of a supernatural empire had just been fought in the hills. My neck still burned—a constant, rhythmic thrum that matched the heartbeat of the man sleeping in the next room.

Motorcycles sped over, over took the ride they can, then tall buildings of companies and houses was viewed up there on our way. I had no idea where we were, but it became tiring as the distance was a bit far from home now. Almost everyone were asleep now, some were busy with their phones while some still chat with their sit partners. I rested my head on the head rest as I enjoyed the music by Johnny drille that rocked in my ear. "Hey!" Someone whispered. "Can I say something?" I removed a piece to listen to the intruder. "What!" My brow furrowed, still in the same position.