The Hollow Adam Novels & Stories

The “Infection Pods” hit the reinforced pavement of Aethelgard with the wet, sickening sound of glass breaking over a grave. From the pools of black, viscous liquid, the “Hollowed” emerged. They weren’t the Ghost Pack we had fought before, and they weren’t the noble Lithic-Wolves of the desert. They were something far more efficient and far more terrifying. They were humans who had been instantaneously rewritten by the pathogen—their bones elongated until they snapped, their skin turned to a translucent, sickly grey, and their eyes replaced by the single, horizontal red slit of the Architects.

Everything freezes in mid-breath. And through the smoke and debris, he steps in. Adam. But not the man I kissed outside the gallery. Not the one who held my hand under city lights. This Adam is a storm wrapped in flesh. Eyes glowing like molten coals, fire flickering in his gaze. Fur coats his broad chest and arms, claws gleaming, muscles shifting like they’re barely contained beneath his skin. He’s massive. Primal. A creature dragged from the edge of a nightmare. No my protector.

Nyx said coldly. “I have spawned many creations that ended into abject disappointment,” Adam reminded her. “Emma is the most powerful and I am sure the Hollow Throne is wherever she could be.” “Where did you say the Hollow Throne was again?” Nyx asked eagerly. “Sterling Creek,” Adam said. “We are preparing for a journey there.”

A quick look at my cousin revealed that she was mentally envisioning their kids being able to sing like their dad. “Yes, he does. He won't say because he is modest about it, but he is the lead singer of this small band Hills and Plains. Tell them, Adam.” Nancy had no qualms about giving the information I was pretty sure Adam didn't want most to know about, and I saw the quiet anger on his face. He raised his eyes and they clashed with mine. I wonder if he realized his brows were arched and that his eyes were stormy. «He is troubled,» Matthew said sadly. «He needs a friend»

While Alberich was taking his time torturing Lahash, and the Gwiazdan Prince appeared to have a good time despite his wounds. “Esdras!” He called out the Emperor, who appeared shocked to see him back to life. Airoh widely spread his arms as he chanted the spells to summon the spirit of the sun, “In the name of my great forefather, Sorath, I command the sun to light up our path!” The time seemed to move faster because of the sunlight in the sky. Muhlerians Shadows below were blinded by the bright rays. In just a blink, they were under the blazing sun.

Silvina said, Mate of Perol who is half human and half Werewolf. Eden nodded briefly. "I'll leave it to you.," he said, leaving Megan's body in a tub made of wood. The tub is in a semicircular place with a hollow roof to get sunlight or the moon to sneak in and the place is at the top of the castle. A place where Eden used to clean himself without anyone having the right to use it. Silvina then calls a mate from another Werewolf to help her. Megan's eyes kept closed despite the flow of water and Silvina's soft touch that cleansed her body.

Just by glance, you can tell she's a perfect mother figure and kindhearted one. They're are looking for Hana, the mother of Mizu. Both lead in the junkyard where the hideout of the kids was. Knowing that the person they are searching for was already dead they search for the daughter instead. The woman introduced herself as Hana's younger stepsister, named Yuri Sodomaki, and the guy is her husband, named Taiga Sodomaki. They are here to search for her older sister but found out she was already dead and she has a daughter. She wants to meet Hana to deliver the news that their father was already dead and that he leave her some inheritance but was already too late. Both can't have a child, so t

His dick keeps swelling inside me, thrusting deeper, harder, crazier. Shattering not just my pussy, but my brains. Messing up my sanity. My eyeballs disappear into their sockets and everything goes black. Just me and this dick-induced ecstaty I don't wanna recover from. I'm laughing and crying at how much I've missed this. “Mr Hilton!” A knock at the door jabs me out of my trance and my body shifts, my eyes wide open. I look at Adam but he's totally gone, his eyes dark with lust and longing.

Jade The Hollow was not a place. It was the negative space between realities, the echo of every story left unfinished, every promise whispered and almost broken. It breathed in the dark and shimmered at the edge of memory, waiting for someone brave—or desperate—enough to cross its threshold. It was a feeling—weightless, endless, memory-drenched and constantly shifting. Sometimes it felt like falling through water and sometimes like standing in sunlight that never quite warmed the skin. Time here was elastic, stretched thin over the bones of longing.

“I was what was left of him.” Rael’s breath caught. “The Hollow Crown… it turned you into this.” Vame nodded. “And if you continue down this path, it will do the same to you.” No one spoke. Then the ground trembled. The Hollowed One Rises A deep, resonant groan echoed from beneath them. The ground split as something rose from the rock, a figure larger than any shadow before, its body a fusion of bone and rusted metal, eyes burning with the same crimson light that had pulsed in the ruins.