The Hollow Crown Book Novels & Stories

Thursday Elle’s POV Before going into Alpha PataDiamante’s room, Elle saw Corvin haunting the halls and looking like a long-dead apparition, shadows fed by lack of color. His dark eyes peered out from the blackness of shadows, emphasized by the paleness of his skin—a stalking monster lurking in his gloom.

Cein giggled at the look on her face and he walked out of his hiding place. “Very funny,” the redhead snorted and picked up the book from the floor. She read the title and realized it wasn't what she sought. She placed it back in its position and grabbed the next book but suddenly, Cein was in front of her, smiling wide and large, just like the glasses on his face. Reyna ignored him with a tsk. She wondered why the brothers chose to embarrass themselves with these glasses when they did not need them. Werewolves have sharp senses; it was like insulting the moon goddess's intelligence by using those human tools.

Her crown fell to the marble floor with a clear clang, there seems also to be a clanging sound of someone's sword falling to the ground outside the palace gates. The deep red gem on the crown shattered and scattered. Warm blood down the steps on the cold ground, slowly spreading, reminiscent of the shallow creek she used to play in barefoot as a child. This golden hall of Avalon became her grave, swallowing her bones, burying her life. Outside, the sun shone on the snow, melting it bit by bit…

she whispered, and she don't want to spoil the event of her beloved prince. Chiara, adorned in a lavish gown, seized the attention of the room as she danced and charmed her way through the nobles, a radiant facade concealing the cold emptiness that lay within. Elen watched from afar as her sister's laughter echoed through the hall, mingling with the soft strains of music.

she whispered, her breath warm against the back of my neck as the scavengers began to chant in a low, clicking tongue that made the hair on my arms stand up. We were dragged into a vast cavern where the architecture was made of giant fossilized ribs that arched hundreds of feet into the darkness, and thousands of tiny oil lamps made of hollowed-out skulls flickered in the niches of the bone-walls. In the center of the court sat a man on a throne of spinal vertebrae, his eyes covered by a strip of grey leather and his skin covered in ritual scars that formed the shape of the shadow-beast I carried in my chest. He stood up as we were dumped out of the net onto the cold stone floor, and he inha

“Two days ago, Alexander personally took her to a private jeweler. Measurements, design consultations—he stayed the entire time.” My heart clenched. “There’s more,” Ethan continued. “And it gets worse.” “I accessed her private cloud. Password was Alexander’s birthday.” Inside were photos. Hundreds of them. I opened the file he sent. The album was titled: My Knight. The most recent post was dated two days ago. He said this crown belongs only to me. Just like him. Next week’s family dinner—he promised to give me a name. The image showed an exquisite bridal crown— diamonds and sapphires set in a constellation pattern.

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.

The Hollow Crowned The cavern groaned around them as the figure stepped forward from the smoke. John’s pulse pounded in his ears, and Sarah instinctively drew her blade, stepping in front of him. The crown, his crown floated above the newcomer’s head, crackling with a strange crimson light, warped and pulsing like it had fused with the Hollow itself. “I claimed it,” the voice said. “Because you hesitated.” The smoke cleared enough for them to see him fully. It was Lorian.

"What happened there?" Nora was quiet for three steps. "I told the crown prince of the most powerful vampire bloodline on the island that he had something on his jacket," she said. "He looked down. There was nothing there." Demi stopped walking. Nora kept going. "Nora." Demi's voice was caught somewhere between delight and alarm. "Nora, wait "

] I stared at the screen, my smirk growing colder by the second. I showed up at the meet-up right on time, dressed down in a hoodie and jeans, my face free of makeup. Bennett's eyes sparkled when he saw me, and he beckoned, "Harriet, come sit here." He was flanked by a gaggle of girls gazing at him in awe. Among them was Sophia, the daughter of Cornwell, a notorious kingpin, another notch on his belt from a life I wanted to forget. I took a seat next to her. When Bennett ducked out for coffee, I leaned over to Sophia, "So, what's your take on Bennett?"