Novel & Cerita The Hollows Series

“They’ve found us.” A Hollow One stepped into view at the cave’s entrance, its skeletal form draped in tattered robes that fluttered like wisps of shadow. Its eyes burned like twin coals in the gathering dusk, and it let out a piercing screech that reverberated off the stone walls. Without hesitation, it charged, its claws outstretched toward them. Caden met it head-on, his sword clashing against its bone-like talons in a shower of sparks. Torren grabbed his daggers, ignoring the sharp stab of pain in his leg, and flanked the creature, his blades darting in to seek weak points in its unnatural defenses.

Andro has to fight to stay by his mate's side and fight off the new enemy waging a war against his family; his mafia family while protecting his identity as a vampire. CHAPTER ONE Annika’s POV In the chant of the black night, the stars were the choir, they were nights singing in an unusual pattern, singing a tone of death. Few minutes past ten, the once-cleared skies had transformed into a vast expanse of jet-black as the night laid down in a blanket of darkness.

But, as if a switch had been flicked, the scene burst into chaos as howls began to echo off the wall of trees and building behind them until an evocative chorus rose up, becoming louder and louder. If anyone ever asked Lucas to explain what he had witnessed that night, he would admit he had no words for it. Where once human bodies lay wrestling with the throws of their first shift, were now wolves with their thick coats gleaming in the ethereal light of the moon. And in the middle of it all stood Hecate, her blue and gold eyes never leaving Lucas even as her friends crowded her with excited nuzzling and licks of affection. What are you, Chloe? Lucas found himself asking for what felt like th

**KELLY THOMPSON'S POV** The moon's corpse left a void in the sky, a starless wound that bled silence. In its absence, the laws of the world frayed. Rivers ran backward. Wolves gave birth to stillborn shadows. The plague-veins in Eden's arms lay dormant but restless, a sleeping storm neither he nor Isolde could name. The packs called it *the Hollowing*-a sickness of the soul, a hunger for what the moon had taken.

By dawn, we’d followed the residual magic left from Rowan’s abduction deep into the north ridge, where the trees turned silver at the edges and frost kissed the ground even in August. “This place doesn’t belong to the Hollow,” Kael muttered. “It’s borrowed, claimed by something older.” “Older than werewolves?” I asked with curiosity. Kael gave me a side look. “You still think I’m the monster in this story??” I didn’t answer. --- Hours Later.…. We crossed into what Kael called “the Grey Hollow”. The trees had their sap pouring, Crows circled above us, silent and watching. The magic was thicker here, pressing against my bones like a second skin.

She could almost hear whispers under the wind — not words, just a low hum, like something calling her name from a long distance. “Not far now,” Silas said quietly. His eyes flicked from shadow to shadow. “Stay close.” Rowan trudged behind them, jaw tight, his hand never straying far from his gun. “This place is cursed,” he muttered. “I can feel it.” Mara gave a dry laugh. “Everything’s cursed now.” Caleb adjusted his satchel. “Gray Hollow was once a sanctuary for hunters and wolves alike, before the first Blood Moon split them apart. My notes say the old wardings still sleep beneath the stones.”

What came through wasn't human. It had been, once. You could tell by the general shape and the way it moved on two legs. But everything else was weird. Its skin had turned gray and leathery, its fingers elongated into claws, and its face stretched into something with too many teeth. A Hollow. Class D anomaly that fed on fear. The crowd started cheering. The Hunter raised his sword. The Hollow circled him, making a clicking sound they made when they were hunting. I'd heard it before during deployments. It usually meant you were about to be attacked.

The Hollows kept coming. They emerged soundlessly from the trees, their glowing white eyes cutting through the darkness like blades. Some crawled on all fours with twisted limbs snapping against the ground. Others stood tall and still, almost human if you ignored the cracks glowing beneath their skin. There had to be at least twenty of them. Maybe more. And every single one was staring at me. My pulse thundered painfully in my ears. Kael stepped in front of me instinctively, his dagger catching the faint moonlight filtering through the trees.

“It’s singing.” “No,” Serena whispered, voice thick. “They are.” Elias stepped beside her, face tilted to the sky. “The ashes?” Serena nodded, watching the embers drifting on the breeze like petals. “They remember us. And now they’re answering.” The Hollow Transforms Where once the Hollow had been a dead wound in the world—quiet, forgotten, scorched—it now pulsed with life. Vines curled across stone, shimmering like veins of gold. Petals unfurled from branches thought long dead. The blackened earth healed beneath their feet, glowing faintly like an ember-stained tapestry.

To any passer-by, we’d look like an intoxicated couple fleeing the night’s excess. But I was spiraling fast—mind thrumming with the dark thrill of what came next. Noah despised me? Aiden feared me? Soon they’d both realize I’d barely started. And when Evie Hale opened her new eyes for the first time—hungry, lost, and irrevocably mine—Ravenshollow would learn what monsters do when they feel unloved. I took her home. To the House of Silence. Even if she wouldn’t survive the change. That was the best place for her to die in that state.