The Hollows Series Novels & Stories

“Means something is alive here now. Something it wasn’t built to contain.” --- 🩷Talia🩷 It was like walking through a graveyard that breathed. Every step over the Hollow’s ground felt like it pushed back—resistant, sentient. She hated it. She stayed close to Ronan but not too close. Her feelings for him were boiling under the surface—this strange tension between comfort and chaos. It distracted her. And in a place like this, distraction could kill. But that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was the way the Hollow responded to her. The moment she’d crossed the threshold, it had welcomed her. Whispered in languages she hadn’t learned, offered strange warmth through the soles of her boots.

he whispered, raw and low. “I’ve only ever imagined having children with one woman. And she’s standing in my arms right now.” Her breath left her in a shiver. Before she could respond— A howl ripped through the night. Loud. Violent. Too close. The music shattered. Wolves tensed. Soldiers reached for weapons. Kael’s grip locked around her. “Stay behind me.” *** The windows burst inward. Rogues — three, four, five — snarling, eyes feral, bodies twisted with infection.

The air tasted wrong—metallic and stale, like a room that hadn't been opened in a hundred years. "They're here," I said. I looked toward the entrance at the far end of the rink. Three figures stepped out . They weren't wearing hockey gear. They were wearing ragged black suits. Their skin was the color of a bruise, and their eyes were glowing with a sickly, pulsing purple light. The Hollow Ones. They didn't even howl. The first one leaped onto the ice, its claws extending six inches from its fingertips. It swiped at a defensive player, sending the boy flying into the boards with a sickening thud.

"We aren't running, Emma. We’ve come too far. If your brother is the beacon, then we’ll just have to shut off the power." "Wait," Vincent’s voice echoed from a nearby shadow as he materialized. He looked paler than usual, his obsidian eyes darting toward the falls. "There’s more. The Void-Weaver... he’s not alone. He has a battalion of Hollow-Wolves. Shifters who have been completely drained of their souls and filled with the gas. They don't feel pain. They don't have mercy." I stood up, pulling the violet-and-silver cloak Alessia had woven for me tighter around my shoulders. I looked at my Kings, at the wild wolves of the Deep Woods, and at the two tiny lives I was carrying into the heart o

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

"A series of 'Dark-Nodes' are forming. They aren't Purists, and they aren't Architects. They’re something new—The Hollows." The Hollows were regions of the universe where the Expansion had moved too fast, leaving behind "Low-Resolution" zones where the reality was thin, grey, and hungry. They didn't have teams; they had "Eraser-Swarms" that sought to pull the vibrant, high-definition matter of the Sovereign Valley back into the void. The Call to the Rim

The forest was dark and full of shadows as Sophie Hayes drove down the winding road into Silver Hollow. Her old Jeep rattled across the rough pavement, cutting the fog that hung like ghostly fingers among the trees with its beams. "This place really is giving me a strong horror film vibe," she said, pulling on the steering wheel. The name Silver Hollow had sounded so inviting in the rental ad-a peaceful mountain community ideal for a new beginning. Still, she passed through the bent wooden sign that said Welcome to Silver Hollow and couldn't shake the haunting feeling creeping up her spine.

" Behind us, Jody's heart-wrenching sobs filled the air. I pushed down the last bit of pain in my chest and walked into the sunset. Chloe, from now on... Daddy is going to live a good life for you in this world. The End

“She was at the edge of the moonlight. The ritual was beginning. She walked willingly, but her soul trembled like something half-caged. She saw you. She knew you. But there was someone else there.” “Me,” I say. “But also something older. Primal.” I glance up at the sky, at the moon above. I want to tell them what I think. That it was the moon goddess herself, but I hold back. None of us are ready for that type of epiphany yet. “She’s waking. And when she fully does, the Hollow won’t be the same.” The wind shifts. Darius meets my eyes. “And neither will we.”

Who are you hating, Slo or Dex? ‘Damn it, Al, don’t call them that.’ I was reading ‘Red for Demons and Danger: A Researched Study on Why Demon’s History must never be Forgotten’ while Jade was on ‘The Fundamental Understanding of Twilight’. Just when I sneaked a look at her, I saw that her eyebrows were raised and she was batting her eyelashes… Jade had found something.