The Hollow Adam Novels & Stories

“It’s singing.” “No,” Serena whispered, voice thick. “They are.” Elias stepped beside her, face tilted to the sky. “The ashes?” Serena nodded, watching the embers drifting on the breeze like petals. “They remember us. And now they’re answering.” The Hollow Transforms Where once the Hollow had been a dead wound in the world—quiet, forgotten, scorched—it now pulsed with life. Vines curled across stone, shimmering like veins of gold. Petals unfurled from branches thought long dead. The blackened earth healed beneath their feet, glowing faintly like an ember-stained tapestry.

Kaela stood in the doorway, arms crossed, watching him. Finally— "You gonna tell me what that was back there?" she asked. His jaw flexed. “You don’t want to know.” “Try me.” Silence. Then— “My father called it the Hollowborn.” Kaela stepped in. Slowly. “That doesn’t sound fake at all.” “He said it used to be human. Once. Maybe.” That made her stop. Cold. “What do you mean maybe?” Ronan looked up. His eyes were flat. “I mean something took what we were and broke it. Cracked it open and filled it with something else. Rage. Hunger. Emptiness. It doesn’t shift. It becomes.”

"Now , two members from that tribe got married and had a child named Inadu that was imbued with magic by elder witches to make her powerful. Unfortunately Inadu grew up to be ruthless and power hungry - an empty, unfeeling entity that earned Inadu the moniker of the Hollow. They had to kill her , which they did like you know, but she wasn't really dead. They killed her body but her spirit still lived on and now she's pack and has come for our pack" She spoke as I stop myself from interrupting her until she was done. "From what our elders told us, they used powerful magic to capture her spirit and lock it up in a vessel , hiding it away where no one can see it.

"A series of 'Dark-Nodes' are forming. They aren't Purists, and they aren't Architects. They’re something new—The Hollows." The Hollows were regions of the universe where the Expansion had moved too fast, leaving behind "Low-Resolution" zones where the reality was thin, grey, and hungry. They didn't have teams; they had "Eraser-Swarms" that sought to pull the vibrant, high-definition matter of the Sovereign Valley back into the void. The Call to the Rim

They didn’t scream when their flesh sizzled. “They’re called Hollowborn,” Damon said beside me, voice cold. “Made from dark rites. Blood and bones of traitors. Controlled by soulbinds.” I turned to him. “You’ve seen them before?” He nodded once. “When I was a slave in Dagonhold. They don’t bleed like us. And they don’t stop unless you sever the spine.” “Then we aim for the neck,” I growled. “We won’t let these bastards through the gates.”

They formed a circle within the ruins, weapons drawn, eyes scanning the ashen dark. He stood before them, and before those of Ruby’s men who lingered near enough to listen. His voice carried, low but steady. “The Hollow devours everything—land, life, loyalty. If you kneel to it, you are already dead. If you kneel to nothing, you are prey. We have one chance—to stand, not as broken pieces, but as one.” A murmur rippled through the group. Ruby’s gaze burned into him, but she said nothing this time.

Their last meal had been nearly expired protein bars and something that might’ve been squirrel or worst—a sewer rat. “You know,” Jesse said, examining the dust-covered vending machine near the cracked wall. “There’s a fifty-fifty chance this thing dispenses snacks or severed fingers, which one do you wanna bet on?” Marcus grunted, prying open a boarded door with a rusted crowbar. “Better odds than usual, I call severed fingers.” Jesse opened the outlets and sure enough there was a severed hand inside it. “Sharp intuition you have, you know if the world hadn't gone into chaos, you would have won a guessing game show.”

"Holly. Come on. Adam loves you. He's loved you since I met you, like years ago. He changed after you left that interview." I rolled my eyes. "I'm not lying. He really did! Adam has a sculpture of the myth of where soulmates come from. It's clay and the two people, or souls, are back to back. Looking elsewhere for one another when they were right beside them all along." My stomach flipped. No. I was standing my ground. Mindy continued, "Look, we are never going to be the best of friends. You, of all people have both the Talon brothers fall in love with you. You." She said it as if disgusted.

Nicholas and Amora held onto each other until the screams fell between small cries and a whimper. Creed’s dragon shifted back to his human form. He now stood over Adam, whose eyes could no longer blink. The fire burned up all the moisture in his body, now leaving him nothing but a hollow husk. Adam’s eyes looked into Creed’s. No words were exchanged until Adam’s last breath breathed out nothing but his black smoke, eyes wide with no lids to cover them.

By that time, he will be ready to execute his plan. “Bob?” Lex said. “Yeah?” “I think I know what ‘HAIL HADES AND THE THREE HEADED DOG’ means.” Bob leaned forward, his eyes glinting, “I’m listening.” *** The air was cold. Somewhere in this cold, empty space, something breathed. Or someone? Everything seemed to stop for him to breathe – even time. He glanced at his wrist where his Rolex hung, 1:34PM. And he was getting impatient. god watched the grandmother clock standing in a corner hit the next stroke as he breathed heavily. This was a kind of sport for him. How wonderful it feels to have voids and vacuum inside you, you feel so spacious and vacant. Open, available, empty, god intends to fi