The Hollow Adam Novels & Stories

He jumped back in the car and headed in. Eve was super excited to see Adam. She was no longer running from what she knew to be real. She was determined to play this thing out. She wore a cute pants suite. She had a little extra pep in her step as she got her face and hair together. she sprayed a little smell good on her neck, since that seemed to be his favorite place. She smiled thinking about it. She was ready to seriously give this a shot. The status of him being a CEO was a distant memory. She hadn’t given it any thought. It seemed so important before, but didn’t matter at all now. He was her man, he'd slept on her couch, he wore sweats and chilled with her. Mr. Black was Adam now and he

As if he was checking me out. "You're... stunning," he said. "It's quite unusual to see someone so radiant around here. The Council can be such a cold place." My skin crawled. "Thanks," I said tightly, trying to step back. His smile didn't waver. If anything, it deepened. "I'm Adam," he said. "Alpha of the Hollowfangs. We've... lost a friend in Theron. It's such a tragedy." He paused. "But maybe some good will come from it. New alliances. New beginnings."

I approached Elocin to tell her that. “Elocin,” I called her, “There are like suspicious men outside. They are all wearing black and their eyes aren’t focused on anything. They eyes are roaming around like they’re looking for something.” I said, a bit nervous for her, as I will be leaving her.

Stone punctured the heavy silence, “when she asks you about what she saw, what will you tell her?” Adam pinched the middle of his nose, letting out a hot breath. He shared a glance with them one by one before answering, “I told her it was a soul harvester.” They frowned at him, “It was the best lie I could come up with. It sounded better than ‘I have no bloody idea.’” There was no judgement in their eyes but Adam didn’t need to see that, he had enough guilt in him to last a lifetime. “But how can she see it?”

Adam complained while moving backward. “What’s wrong with that? Soon, I will be your wife. So, I don’t see any reason why I cannot see your naked body. Ahhh, when I was in L.A, I took lessons about massages technique. Do you want me to give you a try?” ‘Someone please help me,’ Adam begged internally. Adam feels uncomfortable with women. Main reason is because of Chocolate. She is exactly the female version of his annoying friend, Brett, Even when they were young, Chocolate always clinging at him, touching him without warning, tried to kiss him, to hug me or to pin him down while saying that she is his mate. Of course, he can push her away. But he cannot hurt the only young lady of the Holme

"Hande love. What do you say? " Hande stood up and bent down to smell the evening primrose flower, which started to bloom as the sun went down. He turned to look at her as the smile grew on his face. "If you hit the tin, it will make an empty sound. Kerem Karahan is that empty tin. That's why words such as kindly can't be for him. Come on, it's evening. You know the celebration at the Hilton. I was on that team too. We will get an award as the team that finds the work, plus my little one. "I have a talk. But we'll get ready. Let's not talk about empty cans. Help me. Let's decide what to wear."

"Your highness, you're much older than 17." Gideon informed me. Just as I was going to respond, we heard the door to the secret apartment open. "Come with me, we have to move. NOW." He half shouted at me. Grabbing my arm, he led me down a hallway, and through another hidden door. "I told you that we're not alone." He whispered to me, leading me out of one secret place, and into another. "Who else knows we're here?" I asked him, trying to stay quiet. " I don't know, anyone that has walked by the castle? Anyone that has seen the renewed state of the castle gates?" He questioned out loud. I sighed. There were so many differences in the answers that I had gotten, that it made my head spin. I was

Candy moved first, kneeling by a flat stone slab half-submerged near the center of the bank. “It’s here,” she whispered. Jimmy helped lift the stone. Underneath, a staircase spiraled into darkness, lit by faint runes glowing blue along the walls. “Are we seriously going in there?” he asked. “We don’t have a choice,” I said, brushing past him. The Hollow was colder than I expected—not just physically, but spiritually. I felt it in my bones, in my soul. At the bottom was a round chamber, walls covered in etched lunar symbols. In the center stood a bowl of black water, still and deep.

A dark that wasn't empty but expectant, like a storm gathering breath. Then vision returned, slow and syrupy. The Hollow revealed itself not as mere space, but a cathedral of flesh and root, stone curved into impossible arches. Veins glowed faintly with bioluminescence, illuminating warped structures of bone and stone, the walls alive with murmurs that vibrated just below the range of hearing.

The others wait behind me in breathless silence. I can feel their tension like a physical thing. Caelan is the only one who steps forward, positioning himself beside me without hesitation. His palm brushes mine, and the contact sends electricity up my arm. A shape begins to form from the ash and shadow. He’s taller than I remember from my dreams. Cloaked in bones that gleam like polished ivory, crowned with antlers that drip with silver moss like tears, the Hollow King emerges from the veil between worlds. His eyes are empty sockets that should hold nothing but darkness.