These Hollow Vows Series Order Novels & Stories

What if the pain never went away? A cold shiver ran through her as she thought about the possibility of waking up again. She didn’t want to. A single tear fell from her eyes, disappearing into her blood-stained hair. Then her eyes were beginning to close. She desperately embraced the darkness, hoping it was the end of her life. But if she ever opened her eyes again, she would make them pay for everything they had done to her, especially Andreas King. It was the last thought in her mind before everything went blank.

The Blood Oath had never been created to control others. It had been created so important memories could never be erased. Valerie feels tears gathering unexpectedly. For so long she believed every part of the Vane legacy was stained by darkness. Now she realizes darkness arrived much later. Humanity came first. Silas's POV At the centre of the hidden sanctuary rests a weathered stone chest untouched by time. Unlike every other object hidden beneath the mansion, it carries no lock. No warning. No elaborate protection. It waits quietly. Silas opens it with unexpected care.

He looked back at her. “You want us to make a vow?” Ayaan queried. She nodded and they both looked at the sky. “The stars, moon, and the natural flowers are a witness that today, I promise to stick with you till the end. I will be yours till not even death can separate us,” she vowed. “The stars, moon, and natural flowers are a witness that today, I promise to love you, care for you, and stick with you beyond forever. Nothing, not even death can separate us,” he vowed too. “Aameen!”

Books in timeline order, 1) Noah, an Omega's story 2) A Broken Alpha 3) Claudius, a Delta's Fight for Love (This book's timeline runs between Noah's book, and ends between A Broken Alpha, and Reid's book. But should not be read before A Broken Alpha) 4) Alpha Reid and the Hybrids 5) Maddox, the Broken Alpha 6) River Pack and the Vampires

A ceremonial blade hovered at her throat. Selene’s eyes met Nyra’s, a flash of relief and terror in their depths. “Nyra... ” she began, voice trembling. A hush fell as the hooded priest swept to the center of the chamber. He raised his arms to the vaulted ceiling. “Let the Vows of the Void commence.” Torches dimmed as the room darkened, tendrils of shadow weaving through the air. Nyra’s heart pounded. She glanced at Kaelan, he was battered, bleeding from the shoulder, but his eyes burned with defiance.

Each word was laid down with intention, the kind of script written by someone who knew exactly what they were doing and accepted the cost. To the one who bears my name and my flame, Autumn’s breath caught. I am sorry. The apology struck harder than any warning could have. She hadn’t known she’d been waiting for it—hadn’t known how deeply she’d needed it—until the words stared back at her. For the lies. For the omissions. For the binding you never agreed to. Her jaw tightened. There are three keys to the Hollow: The Flame. The Blade. The Mirror. Her gaze flicked instinctively to the pendants, their light reflecting faintly across the altar stone.

“You think you’ve won? This world is still broken. And I will return.” Iris stared him down. “Then I’ll be waiting.” Scene 4: The Echo’s Warning Just as the rift began to close, Valeborne gave a final, wicked grin. “You were never the last Hollow Star,” he said. Iris blinked. “What?” His voice echoed as his body was pulled into the vanishing void. “There is one more. One born from your blood… and mine.” Then he vanished. The rift was sealed with a flash of moonlight. Silence fell.

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

"Then why did you come?" Silence. Ayesha hated that he was right. She exhaled sharply. "Tell me the truth. About me. About Subject 17. About all of it." Voss studied her, then finally sighed. "You were never meant to be alone, Ayesha. Project Azrael was the beginning. But the Hollow Order was too small in their thinking." He gestured toward the tanks. "This—this was my vision." Ayesha’s stomach twisted. Voss continued, his voice almost admiring.

The land screamed. Magic exploded, spiraling upward in a column of blood and fire, wrapping the Vale, binding sky to earth. The Hollow shrieked, its body unraveling where the light touched it. But it clawed deeper, dragging memories, hungers, every wound the Vale had ever known. Wolves staggered under the weight of old wars. Witches collapsed, clutching their chests. Zara gasped, vision blurring as the Hollow pressed against her mind. You are nothing but betrayal and ash, it hissed. Your sisters left you. Your blood is poison. Let go.