The Hollow Crown Book Novels & Stories

I stared at him for a second, then took it slowly, already annoyed because if this was another attempt at convincing me of this nonsense, I was about to lose whatever patience I had left. Then I looked at the screen. And just like that, everything in my head went completely still. The headline was bold. Too bold and looks too real. Alexandra Fisher Hale the queen of the business world is pregnant and to be married to Jacob Grey. I blinked. Once. Twice. Then I looked up at Dada. “What the actual fuck?” The words came out before I could even stop them, because at this point, manners were the least of my concerns. Because what?

Only then, the maidservant suddenly opened her mouth wide while giving her some signal to follow her. “To make sure you drank all of it,” she said. To satisfy her, Emery opened her mouth and showed her that she did take all that bitter medicine. The maidservant was more than satisfied so she was about to leave, but then Emery made a request. “Can you bring me the oldest book from the library?” she asked. “I-I will. Please, wait for a while.” Back at Elescaster City, Emperor Claus was greeted by his people with a joyous welcome for finally ending the rule of the barbarians in the western border. However, as soon as he and his knights entered the palace, rumors about Emery’s absence spread lik

The Hollow had always been a place of reckoning—never judgment, only revelation. And now it was asking her: “What do you see?” The question rippled through her, echoing in every memory the Hollow held, reverberating through her blood and into the thread itself. It was not a challenge, but an invitation—a doorway only she could step through. She stepped toward the center, toward herself, toward possibility. Each footfall sent ripples across the blue nothingness, the images shifting, gathering at her back like wings. The Crown blazed brighter, humming with the promise of transformation. She felt the eyes of every forgotten ancestor, every future child, on her—witness and blessing and plea.

“What do you mean?” “You’re the last one who broke and lived,” she told him. “Last of all, the pieces Kaelen sought to erase. You didn’t become Hollowed. You didn’t lose yourself. That’s what they needed.” The wolves advanced with simultaneous precision. They didn’t growl. They didn’t bare their teeth. They just watched me. Like they were deciding something. I looked at the crown. It wasn’t magic. There was no gleaming, no buzzing, no whispering. It just was. A thing born before language. Before the war.

Betty’s hands trembled slightly as she fastened the clasps at Emilia’s back, and Emilia couldn’t help but notice her nervousness. “Relax, Betty,” she said gently. “You’re doing well.” Betty blushed, nodding quickly. “Thank you, Your Highness.” Once she was dressed, Matron Isla gestured to a silver circlet resting on a velvet pillow. “Shall I place your coronet, Your Highness?” Emilia hesitated, the sight of the intricate piece making her stomach twist. It was beautiful, but it felt like another layer of distance between herself and her old life. “No,” she said softly. “Not today.”

Some girls inherit power. I inherited a warning label. Wolfless. Servant. Spare. I'm the adopted daughter Alpha Sebastian Corwin never wanted, grew up learning exactly what I was worth: nothing. While my "sister" trained to inherit an empire. Sent to Valez High Academy to carry his real daughter's luggage, swallow her insults and not disappear the moment she needs someone convenient to blame. Eighteen years old, and I still can't shift. Still can't summon a single spark of magic. Still nothing but the help wearing a Corwin last name like a costume that never fit. Valez High Academy was supposed to change that. Three years among the elite of the shadow world—vampires, witches, si

I am a soldier and I follow orders and am the ex-beta for the Werewolf King. I have not been sent to kill the vampire king. That is why I have not tried to kill him. The vampire king has somehow robbed many magical creatures of their magic. The real challenge would kill King William, as he is a powerful man. I tiptoe stealthily through the dark tunnels, lighting them with a dim fairy light so I can see my way through as I sweep away the cobwebs hanging from the ceiling. As if mirroring the floor, the wall was dusty with black dust. A large black residue of dust had fallen from the ceiling in my hair because of the dust on the ceiling.

“You carry the Crown, daughter of ashes. You burn with its weight, but you do not understand its price. I do.” Elira forced herself upright, throat dry. “Then tell us. What price?” The shadow’s gaze fixed on her, and though it had no real face, she swore she felt it smile. “The Hollow cannot be slain. It is not a beast nor an army. It is a wound. And a wound does not die—it must be closed. The gates will only seal if one wears the Ashen Crown and walks willingly into the Hollow itself, binding the tear from within. The Crown was forged for this. I was born for this.”

Above, the sky remained absent, a void of swirling nothingness. And in the center of it all, suspended like a frozen ember, was the Hollow Crown. It no longer flickered, no longer wavered between existence and absence. It had settled. It had chosen. A pulse rippled outward. Rael staggered, the book searing against his palms. The ink within twisted violently, reforming into a single phrase: THE CROWN WAITS FOR ITS BEARER. His breath hitched. He looked up at the others, dread curling in his stomach. “It’s not over.”

"The Hollow Crown was never about rule. It was about awakening." "Awakening what?" Selena demanded. "The kings who wore it," Nikolai said without turning. "The ones buried beneath our feet." A sudden gust of wind swept through the clearing. And in it, Selena swore she heard something move. Not above. Below. They didn't make it far. The arrow whistled past Selena's ear and struck the bark of the tree behind her with a violent thunk. "Get down!" Nikolai growled, already diving for cover.