The Hollow Adam Novels & Stories

Adam said. When Mike fell asleep, Adam stood up to take a walk around the hospital. He passed through the garden, he wanted to think, his father's condition was a shock to him, marriage? He couldn't do it and besides whom? Adam stood there thinking and lost track of time, when he was about to leave he heard someone crying. He took a step closer into the corner but couldn't see who it was just the shadow, but he could tell it was a woman. Her crying made him feel so weak and sad, he wanted to console her, just as he wanted to take a step she started speaking to someone and realised she was on a call. He waited and listened to her conversation and felt sorry for her. His phone rang startling h

It was only suddenly in her room after Nala had just celebrated her birthday with her family downstairs. Nala's eyes go up and instantly intersect with a clear grey iris on the right and a golden color on the left staring right into Nala's bead with sparkling. Nala shakes as if the air is strong around her, the eyes are like sucking her up in space-time. His wild black hair sticking out here and there was perfectly ruffled but felt right on his head. Until a few strands of hair cover part of her thick eyebrows. When the man pulls every corner of his lips upwards with the adam's apple up and down in such away. The squeak of the mattress sounded as he came down on the floor. Nala pointed her r

He looked at her, and even though it was dark, she could tell by his expression, illuminated in the eerie light of the dashboard, he wasn’t joking around. With a deep breath, Ru recited Reaper’s Hollow History 101. “Reaper’s Hollow was founded by Thomas Reaper in 1789. It’s named for the founder and his family, who lived there and started a trading post with local native tribes. Our school, Thomas Elementary, was named for Reaper. Even though he had an unusual last name, children need not be frightened because Reaper was a good, church going man. He had twelve children with three wives, and some of his descendants still live in the area. Is that what you wanted to hear?” She had recited it a

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.

The concrete under his palm began to crack, thin red light seeping through. He laughed then, a sound so broken it could barely count as laughter. I staggered back as the energy burst out from his body—raw, violent, and uncontained. The corridor lights flickered and shattered. A gust of heat slammed into me, knocking me off my feet. I hit the wall hard, ears ringing. When the haze cleared, Adam was gone. For a long moment, I couldn’t move. The air smelled like burnt metal and ozone, and my head was spinning so violently I thought the ground might tip sideways beneath me.

i said. He yanked his head towards me, amber eyes blazing with terror and defiance but before he could argue, the blackness formed itself fully, a figure taking shape within its depths which is not Morgana but something older and more ancient. Its voice thundered like stone against stone "The vessel is fallen, and the bond remains. You think that you have triumphed" he said Every fiber of me ached to run. Where? This was no flesh-and-blood creature, it was the void itself given shape.

My gaze collided with his, and for a second—just a fleeting second—I forgot to fight. Abaddon. But this wasn’t the Abaddon I knew. He looked… haunted. His face was sharper, his cheeks hollow like he hadn’t slept in days. His skin was pale, lips slightly blue, and his sharp, ice-cold eyes held a depth of exhaustion I had never seen before. His chin was tight, jaw clenched, his whole body wound like a coil ready to snap. He had lost weight. I whispered his name, my voice small, shaking. For a moment, the tiniest flicker of hope dared to rise in my chest—

His unruly black hair framed his heart-shaped face, accentuating those piercing orbs that seemed to hold a world of wonder within. As he explored the Ashwood grounds, his lean physique belied a boundless energy, always ready to propel him into the next adventure. The olive-toned skin, a harmonious blend of his parents' complexions, glowed with an inner light, reflecting his vibrant personality. "Adam, my boy!" Sebastian called out, watching his son with a mixture of pride and nostalgia. Adam turned, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Father, look! I found another Nightbloom!" He held up a delicate flower, its petals shimmering like moonlight.

"The trick," said the boy to Nora's left, "is to never look impressed." He was human. She could tell by the way he'd been reading the room since they sat down, Blond, a little anxious around the eyes, doing a decent job of hiding it. He'd chosen the seat beside her with the specific energy of someone who wanted an ally before the room decided what they were. "Even when you're impressed?" Nora said. "Especially then." He adjusted the collar of his shirt. "Looking impressed tells them where the ceiling is. You know, where they've got you." He glanced at her sideways. "Marcus Hale. Legacy admit. My father attended twenty years ago."

Slow, deliberate, and entirely unbothered by the iron weapons trained on his chest, the figure pulled back his ash-gray hood with a withered, blue-veined hand. Where his face should have been, there was only a sun-bleached skull wrapped in translucent, parchment-like skin, pulled taut over jagged cheekbones. His eye sockets were empty caverns filled with that same pale, violaceous light that had once powered the deepest conduits of the inverted spire. But this light was older, unrefined by brass gears or Council siphons. It was the raw, primordial void-aether of the First Sovereign Court.