The Hollows Book Series In Order Novels & Stories

the lights went off in the lab, it was the time when they had to switch to the backup power. Olivia opened the pod first, she turned to pick the tranquilizer on the chair. his eyes flicked open , they were white, like that of the woman chanting spells, Olivia did'nt see his eyes, cuz the lights were out, and only the red emergency light was on, when she was about to touch him, his eyes glowed red, his wolf eyes, then it went back to it's beautiful shade of Chestnut-brown.

“And I'm glad that I'm here. Here to fulfill your needs. I'm glad that I have the power to do it.” I am already in one of those few moments where I am more than emotional, and I am grateful for the things that are happening in the past few days. “Do you want your privacy then?” Cassian asks, tipping my chin and making me look at him. I give him a small nod. Fuck, I want to run my hands through the pages. The books are arranged according to the series, and in order of color. If that is not the most aesthetic thing ever, I do not know what else is going to take over.

This is book two in the series, we are going to see Autumn evolve to become the person she is meant to be with her bff and vampire love by her side

I scanned the space, striving to appear nonchalant, even as I felt like a lovesick fool yearning for her attention. Holly was propped against Aurelia’s old desk, her slender fingers twisting together anxiously while her brow furrowed in thought. Though her gaze drifted, it wasn’t absent—years spent alongside werewolves had taught me to recognize the telltale sign: she was deep in conversation with her wolf. But if Holly was here, where were Samuel and Tristan?

A relic of blood royalty. A god’s dying defiance. And the only thing powerful enough to awaken the warlock who could walk them into hell. Emma wrapped it in the soul-binding cloth. “It’s done.” “No,” Evangeline whispered, eyes on the trembling walls. “Now it begins.” And together, without another word, they turned from the hollow chapel, and began the journey toward the Hollow Refuge - where something older than vampires waited to be fed.

“They’re not here. I haven’t sniffed out any in this town. Plus, it’s daylight. They can’t come out during the day.” “What about if they had a magical amulet or something?” He widened his eyes. “Well. . .sure. But not many have them and. . .how did you know that?” “The Craving series. It’s these paranormal romance books that talk about vampires. They mention witches and werewolves too, but not as much. It’s mainly about vampires.” Maddox watched her with fascination. Although he was naked and bloodied, she was too out of it to notice. Keeping her talking about the books would be the best way to keep her relaxed.

My senses, sharpened by months of hiding, picked up the faintest edge of motion before anything even registered in my mind. I pressed myself against the crumbling wall of an abandoned house in the outskirts of Crimson Crescent. Moonlight spilled across the cracked rooftops and shattered windows, painting the ruins in pale silver. The village was empty, silent—perfect for hiding. Perfect for a trap if I dared. Silas crouched beside me, his shadow blending seamlessly with mine. His presence was a reassurance, though he didn’t need to speak; I felt the tension coiled in him like a living thing. Nyla was across the street, crouched behind the skeletal remains of what used to be a market stall, h

The ink bled into my fingerprints. Cass watched me read it, arms folded. “You gonna say yes?” “I don’t know.” “Then wait until you do.” I spent the rest of the day walking through the Hollow. Outside, the world was noisy with change. The packs- old rival clans who ruled their lands with tradition and force, were arguing as usual. Council members whispered in corners. Ashveil, the nearby city always looking for weakness, sent messengers with new treaties. But inside the trees, it was just me and the ghosts: my father, every Omega ever caged, every Sovereign lost to fire and fear. The ground under the roots smelled of moist soil, old leaves, and broken promises. Moss covered the stones, hiding