These Hollow Vows Series Order Novels & Stories

The same mouth, but smiling too slow, too knowing. The Hollow spoke through that face. “You both swear the same oath. You both belong to me.” Kael raised his sword. “You don’t get to speak through me.” The Hollow tilted its head. “But I am you. The part buried in every Aeson. The chain you forged when you sealed me away. Did you really think the oath only bound the Hollow? It bound your blood, too.” Kael’s jaw tightened. “Then take me and let her go.” The Hollow’s smile widened. “You would die for her? Then die with her.”

My fists hit his shoulder again and again as everything I had buried exploded. “I endured you!” I screamed. “For two years! I tolerated everything!” I hit him again. “You stopped touching me! You stopped looking at me! And still, I never looked at another man!” Tears streamed down my face. “I was loyal to you!” I cried. “You promised to love me! To protect me after our vows ! But you mistreated me. You broke me every day!” The woman scoffed. “He never loved you. It was me. It’s always been me.”

But right now they’re alive, and scared, and looking at me like I might be the answer. So I do the only thing I can. Celeste (offering my hand across the table): “Welcome to the valley. We protect our own.” Holly takes it first, grip strong. Malik next, gentle. Vera last, scar pulling tight as she finally nods. Ten pieces down. Thirty-seven to go. And now the war just got personal. The Hollow Choir is coming. We’ll be ready. Even if it costs us everything.

“Draven.” He’s at my side instantly. “What.” “There’s, three,” I say. He goes pale. “Twins.” “Triplets,” the High Priestess whispers. “The Hollow blood, it, it multiplies, it was in the witch’s notes, I thought it was myth.” Three babies. Three heirs. Three targets. The phone rings. The ferals watch. The humans watch. Caiden’s bleeding out. Draven’s holding me up. And somewhere, in the dead marsh, something else howls.

his fist trembled "I won't follow your stupid rules anymore. I hardly know where I belong. Stick to one face and let me know what you are." She said and looked at him up to down "Except you're lying about something" "Why would I lie?" "You never told me the truth, the story behind these wars and somehow I'm involved. And when I get closer to the truth, you pull me back like I don't deserve it" she said, looking up into his eyes. Adrian heaved a sigh and held Carolina by her shoulders

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 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.

Karla probed, her voice laced with intrigue. Conrad's lips tightened, his silence a steadfast refusal to reveal his thoughts. "Your silence fuels my suspicions. Every unspoken word confirms my doubts. Your sister's shadow looms large once again," Karla's anger surged like a wildfire, consuming all in its path. In the shadows, Julia's heart ached, a secret observer of the unfolding drama. "Enough of this! It's always Julia, isn't it? Conrad, where does your allegiance truly lie?" Karla's ultimatum hung heavy in the air, a stark choice between family and legacy.

The sharp crash of glass against marble shattered the silence. Deep red wine splattered across the pristine floor, seeping into the cracks like spilled blood. Sarah Winters stood frozen at the doorway, the taste of bile rising in her throat. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears, drowning out the sounds of the city beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. James, the man she had spent six years loving, was in bed with her best friend. Chloe. Together. The scene was like something out of a twisted nightmare, one she couldn't wake up from. The silk sheets tangled around their bodies, Chloe’s hair spilling across the pillows, James’s bare torso exposed as he turned toward her, an unreadable expression o

Vulture interrogated a debtor in an underground club, reminding his men that the Brotherhood’s grip on the city remained absolute. But beneath this facade, coded messages were exchanged. Artifacts were transferred. Spells were cast in hidden sanctums. And the Thorned Circle sharpened itself for the descent into the Hollow Throne. IV. Valeria’s Growing Madness In a cavern beneath the Hollow Throne, Valeria screamed as more energy surged into her broken form. The Hollow King’s shadow whispered: “You are no longer enough. But your suffering makes you useful.” Her hands were skeletal now. Her skin cracked like porcelain. Yet her eyes burned with black fire.