The Hollow King Novels & Stories

she said, and I furrowed my brow, not knowing where she's particularly heading because she was supposed to be happy, she will be crowned the Holy witch tomorrow. "I will be crowned the holy witch tomorrow," she said, and I nodded my head. "Yes, I know," I replied, and she shifted her gaze to me. "After getting crowned as the holy witch, I won't have the opportunity to carve out my life. I have someone I love, and I wish to spend the rest of my life with, but being the holy witch won't allow that," she explained, and now I know where she's heading to. It's true, if she gets crowned as the holy witch, she won't have time for herself again. Being the holy which deprives a lot of time and attent

“I can’t undo what I’ve done. But maybe… I can stop it from going further.” Behind them, the trees stirred. A voice—deep and twisted—shook the air. “I gave you power, Nyra. And this is how you repay me?” From the shadows beyond the lake, a figure stepped forth. The Hollow King. Twisted by corruption, his body crackled with red flame and void magic. Eyes like twin stars gone black fixed on them. “You were my weapon,” he snarled. “My final shard of vengeance.” Nyra stood, facing him. “No. I was never yours.”

His eyes locked on mine, and for a heartbeat, everything else fell away. I met him halfway. “You didn’t have to face him alone,” he murmured. “I didn’t,” I said. “You’re here.” He smiled but tired, proud. Then the earth shook again. From the far side of the keep, a crack tore open in the ground—wide, deep, glowing with unnatural light. The Hollow King had arrived. He stepped over the fallen stones like they were dust, his beasts crawling behind him, black eyes gleaming, limbs twisted by cursed magic. The wind itself recoiled from his presence.

"We don't but we need human emotions to function. Unlike us, my King gets his energy from Hell. Punishing the corrupted soul is what keeps him alive." I gaped, "So he didn't leave my side at all?" "Not even for a second Miss Talia" ***

Her eyes opened and she gazed upon Lucius' people: from big, slimy-looking creatures to ogres, trolls, witches, and any wicked people you could ever think of. She gulped down, "Oh Goodness." She whispered to herself and averted her eyes from the audience to the priest. The head of the council—portraying as the 'priest'—have been talking on how the first king killed thousands of mortals, how the second king called a truce with the mortals and how the peace remained constant for thousands of years. The three of them stood at the huge balcony. While the audience are standing outside the castle walls, gazing up to the couple.

Willow requested with a straight face. "Where was I before I was rudely disturbed? Oh yes, I want you to spy on the vampire king and report his activities. Unlike the werewolf king, this king is not bothered about the raising rogues in his area. His behavior is somewhat suspicious and I want to know what is he hiding" "What do you think will happen if we don't catch this culprit?" "Then I believe we will be facing an army of intelligent rogues. And these rogues are made. That means anyone can be turned rogue. No one is safe. And it is limitless."

He added as he handed him the ring and the sword “The rest is up to you, Son! Remember that I’m always watching in the skies!” After the final words, the man disappeared. He completely accepted the fact the he died, although he’s not quite sure whether he left someone important behind on his original world besides his friends. So he guessed it shouldn’t be a problem. All he had is a sword and a ring and a small, shiny mirror on his pocket. Nothing more, nothing less. In an unknown world that he had reincarnated to, what mysteries and things will he discover? His adrenaline is pumped and He’s also very nervous at the same time.

They were covered in blood. They were attacked out of nowhere. They either had a mole in their kingdom or the enemy was stronger than their imagination. "They are not humans." One of the guys from the troops said. "What are they?" Sasha asked for the confirmation. "Vampires." "That Luan is their king." Her eyes flew wide. Not even a vampire but a vampire king. They had a king? Didn't they become extinct dynasties ago? They were hiding all this time among humans. "Where are the others?" Sasha asked as all of them ran downstairs. Their silence was enough to answer her question. She tripped on her numb legs but the guard helped her up. She was losing her mind. She was desperate but didn't even

Lucien hesitated. That hesitation again. “Yes.” Ash stared at him. “You know, I miss when our biggest problem was potential death and not whatever identity theft demon this is.” The seal cracked louder. A jagged line spread through the center, glowing silver and black simultaneously now. The Hollow King stepped forward from the throne suddenly. “Enough.” The word struck through the cavern like pressure. The voice beneath the seal went silent instantly. Not gone. Waiting. The Hollow King’s silver gaze settled on me.

He suddenly grabs Ruby’s coat and points violently at the window. Then at me.Then he draws the same symbol in the air as before: A circle.A crack.A falling star. Aunt Ruby pales. “No. No no no. That symbol again—” Noelle smiles. “He’s trying to warn you. Isn’t that sweet?” Mom rounds on her. “Warn us about what?!” Noelle doesn’t blink.“He’s awake.” My heart stops. “Who?” She leans in until I can feel her breath. “The Winter King is fully awake now. And when he awakens…” She sighs dreamily. “He remembers.”