The Hollows Series Novels & Stories

“Even if I did believe we had some kind of magical bloodline—and I don’t, just saying it out loud is ridiculous—you still can’t prove that it has anything to do with a bunch of dead girls. Because there are no dead girls. Nobody would live here anymore if that were happening.” “I told you in the story—nobody can leave Smiths Hollow. They can go for a little while, but they always find themselves returning. Because that, too, is part of the curse. The monster must have meat to feed on, and those three witches made certain it would have it. And there are dead girls. Many, many girls. One every year, and the only one who remembers them is me. Well, me and one other.”

I stared at him in even more confusion and blinked my eyes rapidly trying to grasp what he just said when my head start to hurt, the pain started small and it advanced and before I knew it all I could see was black. I was awake again, only this time my head doesn't hurt that much anymore and I remember who I am but I'm not in the same place I was before I blacked out. What is this place? There's blood everywhere, the smell is driving me crazy, I have to leave before I kill someone. I tried to stand up but my legs felt like jelly. I regained my balance and tried to find my way out of this strange place before I turn full vamp. As I went farther away the smell of blood reduced and my urges les

“If you follow me, there are rules. No Council. No alphas. No forcing loyalty.” The silver-scarred man nodded. “We choose you.” My wolf roared approval. The woman stepped forward again. “My name is Seris. We call this place the Hollow. It’s hidden—warded by old magic. The Council hasn’t breached it in decades.” Relief fluttered briefly in my chest. Too briefly. A sharp cry echoed from the edge of the clearing. A scout burst from the treeline, blood streaking his face. “They’ve found us!”

I eye the seat for a while before easing my guard just a little bit and sitting on it. “My grandfather, Alpha Kael Vance, and Damian Blackwaters, Allister Blackwaters’ grandfather, were once inseparable allies, brothers in everything except blood. Until the Hollow war.” “What’s the Hollow War?” “A brutal war that broke out near the southern territories after wolves began disappearing mysteriously in large numbers. An entire site was found with wolves mutilated and covered in strange black markings.”

Vera (voice like gravel): “We’re the last three from the Appalachian Covenant. Everyone else is dead. We heard this valley still stands. We want to know why.” Remy’s dagger hand twitches under the table. Celeste (careful): “Who’s hunting you?” Holly’s smile dies. Holly: “Something that calls itself the Hollow Choir. They wear the faces of the heirs they’ve already taken. And they’re getting closer.” The bloodstone burns cold. Crown HUD (new crimson alert): THREAT DETECTED – HOLLOW CHOIR Origin: Unknown Method: Identity theft via consumption of crown fragment

he said, his voice low. “Then it’s time someone did,” Lyra murmured, eyes fixed ahead. “The Hollowed Ones left blood in their wake. I’m going to follow it.” They had been tracking them for days. From the ruins of the third Gate to the Crescent Fang borders, through the scorched ridge and now toward the ancient woods the packs once sealed off—the Hollow Hollow, named not just for its appearance but for the magic buried beneath its roots. It was a place even the bravest of wolves avoided. Where the veil between spirit and flesh thinned. Where banished power whispered back into the world.

His eyes are silver. "They are Vaughn's twin men, Von Floyd Vaughn's brown haired man and Van Floyd Vaughn's black haired man. Like Creed, the two are half vampire and half wolf, you can't separate the two unless they fight "Do you see their piercing? That's their best asset, did you see the design of their earrings? Skull. It means when you do something they don't want you to break." He whispered to me.

We didn’t speak again for a long time. By nightfall, scouts returned from the Hollow. “They saw movement,” Sabine said. “Nothing human. And there’s a light in the center. Not fire. Not magic. Something else.” “Take me there.” Sabine hesitated. “Morwenna, if you go and whatever’s there sees you—” “It already sees me.” I went alone. The Hollow had always been cursed. Even before the wars. It was a place where magic thinned. Where echoes lingered too long, and no wolf ever entered without feeling watched.

It’s spiked with honey-root for the pain. Emily reached into her bag, pulling out the silver flask she’d found on the 10th floor. She unscrewed the cap. The steam smelled of cocoa and medicinal herbs. She took a sip, the heat blooming in her chest, dulling the ache in her ribs. Emily: Why? I'm a Latent. I'm 'The Hollowed.' Why waste your time on a girl who has no wolf? The Watcher: Maybe I prefer the girl to the beast. Sleep, Emily. The sun comes early for those who work.

It rolled to a stop at my feet, his sightless eyes fixed in a final expression of terror. "The Coven is bored with games, Elara," Selene said, her eyes glowing with a black, oily flame. "The Eternal Eclipse requires a sacrifice of Hallowed blood. And since you’ve been so kind as to gather all the rejects in one place... I think I’ll just take everyone." The black mist began to pour into the clearing, and from it emerged the Coven’s true army: The Hollowed. They were wolves whose souls had been completely removed, replaced by the shadows of the Blighted One.