These Hollow Vows Book 3 Novels & Stories

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The council chamber falls silent, every person present suddenly understanding that the war they thought they'd interrupted at Miller's Ridge was never truly the war at all, only its opening skirmish, and that whatever waits in the Hollow Vale represents something far older, far stranger, and far more dangerous than any of them had prepared themselves to face. I look at Wren across the table, watching the same cold understanding settle over her features, and feel the fragile peace of these last weeks give way entirely to the certainty that whatever comes next will demand more from all of us than anything we've yet survived together. Whatever door Voss intends to open, I find myself resolving,

Instead, it folds itself into a corner near the fire, curling up like an animal seeking warmth, as if it is as weary as any of us. The hours crawl. Some try to sleep, but most sit up, tense, clutching talismans or one another’s hands. Mara prowls the edges of the hall, her gaze fixed on the revenant. I sit with Ffion, our shoulders touching, our magics twining and trembling. We ask our questions—careful, cautious, afraid of what the answers might cost. “What is the Hollowing?” Bram asks, voice barely above a whisper. The revenant’s eyes burn in the dark. “It is what comes when too many bargains go unpaid. When pain and hunger are ignored, when stories are broken, when communities shatter. I

I grabbed the bedsheet off me, and pulled out the IV drip from my hand, which left a tingling, painful sensation, which I didn’t care to notice. “Dad?” I called out while I limped to the door. “Finally, the sleeping beauty is awake.” An unfamiliar, cold voice rang out behind me. I didn’t know why I turned around slowly; I felt a shivering sensation that I’ve never felt before in my entire life as I came face to face with a very tall, pale man in his mid-twenties. His aura was so cold and dominating that I felt shiver ran down my spine. I clutched the doorknob like my dear life.

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

The forest fell silent once more. “The First Covenant was never forged to win wars.” He looked directly at me. “It was forged to preserve hope after defeat.” I took a cautious step forward. “What is the Hollow?” “A memory.” His answer only deepened my confusion. “A city remembers those who build it.” “A forest remembers those who protect it.” “The Hollow remembers promises.” The silver patterns beneath my skin suddenly burned. Not painfully. Like recognition. The same warmth spread through Leo. Ace. Maya. The ground beneath our feet answered.

“I want answers.” We say nothing. She pulls a parchment from behind her back and thrusts it toward me. “I found this. I want to know what it means.” I take it. My fingers curl over the edge. The parchment hums under my skin. The Pact of Hucow Hollow. I hesitate. For a breath, a single heartbeat, I wonder if I should tell her—really tell her—what’s happening to her, what she truly is. She’s standing on the edge of something, and part of me wants to shield her from it. To wait. But the rest of me—the king, the bonded—knows the truth can’t be hidden any longer. Not when the Hollow has already begun to claim her.

Love. Death Distance Time The Hollow feeds on those truths Twisting them. Deepening them. And suddenly I understand what it really is Not merely hunger. Not merely entropy. Despair The belief that connection is meaningless because it ends. My knees weaken slightly The void presses harder around me. Memories surface painfully Every goodbye. Every loss. Every fear of abandonment I’ve ever had. The Hollow pushes deeper “You will lose them.” Theodore laughing. Aurelion smiling softly. Vireon’s calm eyes.

Three years of love, wasted on a man who couldn't feel. Three years. Not three days.Not three months . Over a thousand nights believing in a future which never existed. Even a dog would be treated with more kindness. Clenching her fists, She bit her lips so hard that it bled. “ I will sign”. She scrawled her name, each stroke firm and final. “After the divorce, I will leave Abuja. If we ever meet again… we will be strangers “. “Fine”, he said with mocking ease. “just the way I want it”. As she handed him the pen,tears streamed down her face.

Violet POV I stared at the signed contract when I woke, finally believing it wasn’t a dream, I have reread it for the fifth time now and I didn’t know what prompted this generosity from Aleksei but I knew it had nothing to do with genuinety. 20% SHARES TRANSFERRED BY ALEKSEI CARMENE FROM CARMENE LTD TO VIOLET VALE CARMENE. The first thing that came to my mind was to hire Antonio as my right hand man, I needed him close by, someone whose loyalty wasn’t bought with the Carmen coin. I dialed his number and he picked at the first ring .