The Hollow King Novels & Stories

he said, thinking about what else he desperately needed to talk to Romaine about. This relationship she thought they could have, which he’d promised he would give her no matter what, wasn’t plausible anymore. It never was, to begin with. She was the Princess of Deltora, the next in line on the throne and he was… a nobody, a bouncer, a lost soul. “Give me a few minutes, Marisol, and I’ll see if I can convince her to eat.” Kingston faced down the doors, his fingers itching as they used to do before his more dangerous missions, and he knocked. When there was no answer, he announced himself and walked inside. One quick look around told him very quickly Romaine was worse off than they’d all thoug

He walked to the window. Looked out over the city. Lights flickered below. Alive. Unaware. A faint, humorless smile touched his lips. “So…” His voice was low. Almost thoughtful. “The king of the underground.” A pause. His eyes darkened slightly. “My son.” The words came easier this time. Not softer. But accepted. His head tilted slightly. “If he rules…” A breath. “Then I rule.” Not dominance. Not greed. Something else. Recognition. Blood. Legacy.

“Was it from the war?” “No. The king grew up not knowing anything about family because he had no one to start with. Many knew it, but refused to talk about it. Like you, he had a dark and troubled past, Kate. He used to wander in the streets when he was a boy until he was abducted and was taken in a facility along with several other children. He was a product of an experiment led by the first ever Vampire King Davidson Rowell and his former Council in their attempt to create warriors that would protect the royals and the city.”

Hazel has spent her entire life trying to stay away from the werewolf world until circumstances force her back. Within hours of returning, she finds herself kidnapped and standing before the most feared man in the kingdom—the Lycan King. He believes she is responsible for a tragedy that destroyed his family, she knows she is innocent. But innocence means nothing to a man determined to punish her. Then he offers her a deal she cannot refuse, becomes his wife and give him what he desperately needs to save his kingdom and she will be free. Hazel agrees, secretly promising herself that she will find a way out before the contract ends. But escaping the Lycan King may be harder than she imagin

But standing beside Damian now, I realized that accepting help did not make me weak. A deafening roar interrupted my thoughts. The creature beneath the mountain finally emerged far enough for us to see its face, and I felt every part of my body go cold. It had no eyes, no mouth, and no recognizable features, only a smooth black surface covered with glowing silver cracks. “What is that?” I whispered. Vaelgor stared at it with horror. “The Hollow King.” Alaric smiled. “At last.” The Hollow King slowly lifted its head, and despite having no visible eyes, I knew it was looking directly at me. Then a voice entered my mind. “Blood of

I was somewhere else. A battlefield. Blood soaked the earth. Bodies lay scattered, warriors with torn banners clutched in lifeless hands. The sky above swirled with black clouds, lightning flashing in jagged streaks. At the center of it all stood a man. Tall. Dressed in dark armor, his face obscured by a crown of jagged bone. The Hollow King. His eyes burned like molten gold, the same way the Revenant’s had. He lifted a blade—the same dagger Rael had just taken.

Veyra’s burned crimson, veins pulsing black beneath her skin. The air thickened. The candles around the room bent toward the cauldron as if bowing. From its depths, something stirred. Not smoke.A presence was coiling, forming ,and waiting. They were trying to summon it. The Hollow King himself. The one who devoured truth and spat out lies. Morwen’s voice rose to a shriek. “Come forth, breaker of seals! Lend me your hand to sunder the Door!*” The sigil flared. The floor trembled.

The swarm stills. Eden clutches his head. "*Stop.*" "You're not its puppet," I say, stepping closer. "You're my *son*." For a heartbeat, his eyes clear. "Mom-*run*-" The Silence retaliates. --- **The Hollow King** Eden's body *ruptures*. The crown of his skull splits, birthing a creature of liquid shadow and fractured light. The Hollow King-the Silence given form. Its voice is the cracking of glaciers, the death rattle of stars.

she said, her tone cautious. “But fate can be cruel. And sometimes… sometimes it is not just your heart at stake.” I could not answer her. I could only nod, feeling the tension coiling tighter in my chest. The word tasted bitter and sweet on my tongue. It was as if every heartbeat, every sigh of wind through the trees, was pulling me toward a future I did not yet understand. And somewhere, out there in Winter Hollow, the other half of this thread was stirring. --- Ronan Thorn.

The mountain groaned. Cracks spread across every wall. The Devourer immediately rose to its feet. "Duck!" Nobody questioned it. Everyone dropped. A second later, a black tendril erupted through the floor. The thing was enormous. A twisting mass of darkness and fractured silver light. It smashed through a pillar. Wrapped around another. And crushed it effortlessly. Warriors scrambled backward. The tendril withdrew. Then another burst through. Then another. Then another. The Hollow had arrived. The First King moved instantly.