These Hollow Vows Series Order Novels & Stories

“We offer the Hollow names—memories, pieces of those who have been lost. It does not take lives, not always. But it takes what makes us human. It remembers what the world forgets, and in return, it keeps the Covenant blind to this place.” Kael’s hand went to Aria’s, thumb brushing the pulse of the sigil on her wrist. The bond throbbed violently, a tether of fire and shadow, as if aware of the choice before them. “And if we refuse?” he asked, jaw tight, fire flickering across his skin. Sereth’s gaze hardened. “Then the Hollow’s wards will collapse. You will be visible. The Covenant will find you. And this sanctuary will die with those who dwell within it.”

“I’m preparing for the possibility.” He stepped closer. Close enough that the space between them vanished. “If that possibility becomes real,” he said, voice rough with something deeper than anger, “then we face it together. Or not at all.” Her breath caught. Because she knew him. And she knew that was not romance. Not devotion. It was a vow. The kind carved into fate itself. Far beyond the reach of maps and memory… The Hollow Expanse continued to wake. The black glass plains trembled as fractures spread slowly across their surface, thin lines glowing faintly from deep below. The air above them warped, bending light into impossible angles.

So she glanced at Andrei, asking in a small voice as a tight knot settled in her stomach, "What vow?" Silent throughout the exchange, Willow left her seat and made her way to the podium. "What vow does my sister have to take?" "The vow of silence," Rowena replied, looking Willow square in the eye, before beckoning to Holly and Andrei to follow her. There was no time than the present. The sooner Holly took her vow, the better.

“No secrets.” “Never.” “And our child chooses their own future.” Dante kissed her forehead. “I swear it.” Alessia looked across the city their families had nearly destroyed. Their love had been written in vengeance, sealed through blood and tested by truth. But their future belonged to them. The vow had been kept. And this time, it promised life.

"I look festive." "You look like someone who has already decided to do something catastrophically stupid and is doing their makeup to delay the conversation about it." I set down the eyeliner and turned to face him. Drake Valcoin, ancient vampire, only male Divine Warrior in recorded history, Council Elder, and the man who had literally pulled my soul back from the Neverplain, looked genuinely worried. Not the performative concern he used in Council chambers. The real kind, the kind that lived behind his eyes when he thought no one was paying close enough attention to catch it. I was always paying attention.

Till the next story! SEQUENCE OF DESTINED SERIES #1 Alpha Queen’s Destined Hybrid #2 Alpha Twin’s Rogue Mate #3 Alpha King’s Damsel in Distress That’s all! Truly yours, Hiraeth Faith (marshmallowssprinkle)

C‌hapt⁠er 7 Maria’s Warning Archive⁠. Ivie‍ sat wi⁠th the scrap betwee‌n‍ her fingers. The study‍ stayed quiet.‍ H‍er father’s chair was still too big under her, th‍e way it a⁠lways had‌ been.

Each keystroke should feel like victory, yet guilt creeps in. “You’re working late.” Matteo’s voice interrupts my concentration as he enters the study. “Creating a life story takes time.” My fingers pause over the keyboard. “How does one explain three years of secret marriage to someone with no memory?” “Carefully,” he replies as he settles into the leather chair across from my desk. “Boss, you sure about this? The woman’s been through hell.” “Her brother put me through worse. Nico destroyed everything I built, turned my own allies against me, and left me for dead in that hospital. Now fate delivers his most precious possession into my hands.”

"To what?" "To whatever’s coming next." Because something was shifting again. Not just in Rowan’s growing faction. Not just in the people vanishing or the alliances crumbling. The world itself was holding its breath. The Hollow was stirring beneath us and the wolves who watch? They weren’t on either side. They were waiting to see who would break first. Who would bend. Who would bloom. And I wasn’t planning to break.

“I know.” And the truth lands hard and cold in my chest: Choice is no longer the only variable. LYRA The Hollow is quieter now. Not gone. Settled. I feel it the way one feels gravity—constant, unquestionable. The Forgotten Kin watch me with something like grim respect. Not awe. Understanding. “This wasn’t supposed to happen yet,” I whisper. The woman of the Kin meets my gaze. “The Hollow doesn’t follow timelines.” Cain’s breath is steady behind me—controlled, furious, afraid in ways he won’t name.