Slow Hollows Novels & Stories

Some swayed gently despite the still air, as though something unseen was brushing past them. The Hollow’s heart pulsed with a slow, phosphorescent glow. Mosses and lichens coated the stone circle in pale greens and ghostly blues, the light neither warm nor cold, but heavy — like the deep water of a drowned lake. Even the fog seemed reluctant to enter this place fully, curling at its edges like wary fingers. And through this pallid stillness, the creature came.

The Hollow’s voice erupts across reality Furious now “Connection defies entropy.” For the first time It sounds afraid And suddenly The presence beside me smiles slowly Not cruelly. Not arrogantly. Hopefully Then it whispers: “Now I understand why humans endure.” The heartbeat echoes stronger. BOOM The galaxies blaze brighter And deep within the darkness Something inside the Hollow begins to crack

The Hollow was quiet. Too quiet. For days after sealing the Rift, the forest had fallen into an unnatural stillness. The trees barely swayed. No wolves howled beneath the moon. The wind passed through the valley like a ghost, carrying the scent of old stone and distant fires. Elira knew better than to trust silence. It had always been the prelude to something else—change, arrival, or loss. She stood at the edge of the reflecting pool in the heart of the Hollow, her fingertips brushing the water’s surface. The moon’s reflection wavered, though the wind did not blow.

By dawn, we’d followed the residual magic left from Rowan’s abduction deep into the north ridge, where the trees turned silver at the edges and frost kissed the ground even in August. “This place doesn’t belong to the Hollow,” Kael muttered. “It’s borrowed, claimed by something older.” “Older than werewolves?” I asked with curiosity. Kael gave me a side look. “You still think I’m the monster in this story??” I didn’t answer. --- Hours Later.…. We crossed into what Kael called “the Grey Hollow”. The trees had their sap pouring, Crows circled above us, silent and watching. The magic was thicker here, pressing against my bones like a second skin.

After everyone showered, which got delayed because Ife was happy to be able to to get ravished by all of her mates at the same time, they enjoyed a candle light dinner on the balcony. Duskin updated her and the twins on his findings concerning Jacob and Esime. They had gone to another realm to hide out, one that wasn’t used freely and came with a steep price. They sacrificed a part of a soul every time they entered this realm and they most likely were using souls from the growing list of missing people. Ife suddenly felt an overwhelming feeling of doom headed their way. She didn’t know if it was for the pup or pups in her womb. If it was because of the battle ahead of them with Jacob and Esi

The carriage gave a lurch forward as the black stallions started their trek toward the dreary castle once more. It snowed on the way the trees dusted with fresh white powder and the mountains gleamed in the sun. The cold air did not bother me instead it rejuvenated my energy and I felt at home. This landscape was my home. The castle was not my home however. It’s obsidian walls and towers were a dark reminder that this was not meant to be. This land was not supposed to be so empty and dark. The carriage creaked as it rolled onto the only bridge that crossed The Divide leading to the castles main gates. I shuddered whatever had made that scaring crevice was not natural. Emma hid her head in my

The echo of the horn lingered long after the sound itself had faded. It settled deep within the mountain, vibrating through the bedrock until every conversation in the camp died on its own. Snow continued to sweep across the valley in restless curtains, hissing over broken stone and abandoned tracks, but the ordinary sounds of winter suddenly felt small. Beneath them, something had awakened. Everyone could feel it. The Hollow Ones remained kneeling where they had fallen. None of them looked at one another. Their black eyes stayed fixed on the widening fracture with the exhausted dread of people forced to relive a nightmare they had once survived.

For some reason, this scared Kat more than the solid rocks, which were no longer being thrown. Their path was curving downwards now. Kat could see the rolling hills, the concentration of the blue mist, and the valley in which the souls of the Hallows floated aimlessly. Dominating the dark landscape was a large crater with spires around it. Its center was the purification of darkness, a stretch of black so thick and so opaque that it was pulling in the fog overhead and casting it behind a shadow. Sygnus. The void.

The only sounds were the crunch of boots and paws on frozen earth, the whisper of breath in the cold air, and the distant creak of pine branches swaying under winter’s weight. The deeper we pushed into Frostwillow, the more unnatural the silence became. No birdsong. No rustling of small animals. Only the faintest echo of our own heartbeat pounding in my ears. A chill ran through me, not just from the cold but from something darker — a sense of being watched. “Stay alert,” I whispered. “Nyx is uneasy.” Mara’s gaze flicked to me, her lips tight. “So am I.” We pressed forward, following faint tracks scorched into the dirt — claw marks that glowed faintly with an eerie silver light. The cursed w

The Hollow was older than any map, older than the covens who whispered warnings about it. It sat deep in the marsh where the ground dipped into a natural sink, a bowl of ancient stone now cracked open by roots the size of serpents. The witches called it cursed. The wolves called it haunted. Vampires avoided it entirely—its earth tasted too alive. But for Selene, Rowan, and Lucien, it had become something else entirely. A sanctuary carved from ruin.