The Hollow King Novels & Stories

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 Lunari chair stood empty, draped in black. I looked around, I seen my father sitting at the head of the table, our king, a towering figure in both stature and presence, exuded an aura of cold, unyielding ambition. His eyes, sharp and calculating, gleamed with an insatiable hunger for power an appetite that could never be sated, no matter how many kingdoms he claimed or how many crowns he added to his collection. His face was lined with the marks of age and experience, but there was no softness in his expression, no trace of kindness or warmth. The people who looked upon him saw not a father, but a ruler, a king forged from iron will and relentless desire for control.

His voice echoed in the hall loudly. (Kabul ke Maharana, Sultan Rafiq Sulaiman. Jesa ki humne aapse kaha tha ki Mahabaleshgarh ke Kal ko bachane ke badle hum aapki kuch bhi Hasrat poori kar paaye to badi khushi hogi. Kripya kuch maang ke Hume bojh tale halka kare) I looked at the tall, strongly built King wearing plain black Kurta with a black loincloth. His turban was fixed on his head proudly all in black.

"So be it then, just don't come crying to me when the kingdom gets run to the ground over some hallucination." The other voice scoffed, "I have been running this kingdom for over a hundred years, I don't need your help. And me looking for someone won't damn this kingdom, your merciless; cruelty and stubbornness will." They said with a bite, clearly ready to move on from the conversation. "I'm the merciless one? You're the one who killed off everyone who could possibly take your throne." Is this man talking to the king? Had the king really done that? Did his parents not try and stop him? "And I spared you, which I'm starting to regret."

Edward and I got to the last floor , That was when I noticed the he was half naked he only had his trouser on ,I got a clear view of his back he had a large tattoo of two wings on his back ,I quickly averted my eyes from his back because I was already having stupid thoughts,I look at his hand he was holding his sword tightly ready to strike " What going on here" His voice was loud enough that everyone stood still. " I wouldn't repeat myself what's going on here " Lady Alice burst into laughter . " Haha... Finally the king and his whore has decided to listen to me " " Alice behave yourself " " Why should I behave myself , You ...you have finally made me a laughing stock among my peers ,Do you

He told me about my hunt for this woman, and for so long, it has been lost on me who she could be. “Who is she?” I ask slowly, already feeling like my world is collapsing with just the look on Grey's face. “She’s the King’s mother," he breathes.

HADES HIS POV, It is midnight in the Under Realm when a dark human enters the throne room. He bows in front of the throne where a big man sits. The man is wearing a black cloak all the way to his ankles. His skin is as white as paper and around his middle, there is a belt made of bones. He has long black nails and his face is hollow. His eyes are deeply sunken in his skull and surrounded by black skin. On his head, he has 2 horns that make him look like a combination between a goat and a human.