The Hollow King Novels & Stories

When the front door of the building opened and shut three floors below, he spoke. "Malachi." The air beside him shuddered. A pillar of black fog rose from the floor, coiling and compressing until it shaped itself into a man. Tall, gaunt, dressed in a dark suit that belonged to another century. The figure dropped to one knee. His eyes fixed on the floor. "Your Majesty." Barely a whisper. "Tonight's banquet has been arranged." Elias Black was a fiction. His real name was Aurelian Ashbourne, the Vampire King. He had lived as Elias Black for a year.

Why did she have a bad feeling about this. As the doors opened wide her father led her into the ballroom that was jammed packed with vampires. At first you would have thought it was a normal crowd until you paid attention to the eyes. A lot of double and triple levels and all eyes were on her. Her father and her stopped dead at the thrones in which were empty. The thrones both were black the back drop was in the shape of the wings of a bat taking flight. The King’s was situated on the left, the queens throne which never held a single woman on it sat empty for 800 years. The King was the only one who has sat on the throne for 800 years alone. Her fathers head was looking around the room seein

This is how the world keeps from tearing itself apart. The Hollow King steps forward first. Not arrogantly. Not to perform. He moves with the calm of someone who has already done the math. His eyes meet mine, and there is something almost gentle there, something like relief. As if he has been waiting for this moment longer than I have been alive. “This is what I was made for,” he says quietly. Not to the pack. To me.

The Hollow King stopped only a few feet away now. Towering over Ava. Its pale eyes studied her intensely. Then slowly It inhaled. Like memorizing her scent. Ava couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Something about the creature felt horribly familiar. Not memory. Instinct. Like part of her recognized it. The Hollow King suddenly spoke. Its voice sounded shredded from years of silence. “Ava.” Every muscle in her body locked instantly. No. Not again. Not another monster who knew her name. The creature tilted its head slightly.

In Duskwatch Village? She'd known that fighting Miraeve would bring unwanted attention. That standing up to a princess in front of all those nobles would make people curious about her. But she'd thought she had time. Thought it would take weeks, maybe months, for anyone to actually track her down or find her interesting enough. She didn't think it would be this soon. And she definitely didn't think it would be him. The door to The Ink Hollow opened slowly. And in walked Draevon, the mad king of Khyrador, looking like he owned not just the shop or the Duskwatch Village, but the entire supernatural.

"The King isn't in Joren. And he isn't in the Prince." The ground beneath the fountain began to crack. The black oil bubbled and rose, forming the shape of a massive, rotting hand that gripped the edge of the stone. "Then where is he?" Elara asked, her voice trembling. Thomas smiled. "He's right under your feet. And he’s very, very hungry." The courtyard exploded upward. A giant, skeletal figure draped in royal silk climbed out of the earth, its eyes burning with the same black fire as the lightning that had struck Korth.

My heart seizes, a rabbit kicking against my ribs, as I see the King’s hand hover just above my head, frozen in a gentle act I don’t comprehend. A sharp gasp tears from my throat, and I flinch violently, a reflex honed by years of pain, sinking further into the impossibly soft mattress as if it might swallow me whole. My body tenses, bracing for the blow that must follow such a transgression, even his. “Oh… uh.” The King of the supernatural world stutters, his immense form retreating. He snatches his hand back as if burned, letting it fall clumsily onto his lap. The sight is so jarring, so utterly out of place with the monster I’ve heard about in whispered stories, that my mind simply blanks

Her father, the king, made attempt to lay her to rest in secret but after sunrise the next day when little her had ventured to her mother's grave to send her flowers, her mother had dug her wat out if the grace, now one if the hideous creatures, a blood suckers. "Look!" Her eyes snapped open and fixated itself on the grave. "It's moving, it's moving!"

"Reminds me of one thing. Once I become king, we need to change this hymn." Smiling back at her, he began to admire the arena where he would soon fight and from where the singers left after finishing their songs. Despite how large it was, and how far from the terrain he was, he had no trouble seeing what was happening, and it wasn't thanks to his super senses, but rather a beautiful piece of technology. Four huge holographic screens floating in the sky and transmitting all the events happening on the ground. It was truly a beautiful display of magical technology and from what he knew this was just some discarded toy of the angels.

When I was fighting in the war that happened long ago, I was on edge of losing my life but the vampire king, Marcellus, Saved my life by making me a vampire. From then, I was a hybrid, part bloodthirsty vampire and part most powerful Wizard. I was the cruelest king in this entire universe. People read about me in books and there are a lot of stories about me, I wanted to see her reaction when she discovers about me and how I fed on people. It would be fun to watch, I thought. “Why do-do you want to drink my blood?” She asked in a low and shaky voice, My eyes moved to her lips for a second before I moved my eyes away from those kissable ones, “You’re a wizard right?” she asked with a confused