Three Years Hollow Novels & Stories

“You would dare open that accursed place again? You know what lies in the Hollow. I’ve seen it, Eloria. I’ve walked beneath its canopy of bones, felt the trees breathe against my skin. The ground itself shifts like it’s alive. Skeletons hang from branches like trophies, their jaws stretched in silent screams. The forest doesn’t welcome intruders — it consumes them. And you would drag us back there?” Eloria’s expression didn’t waver. “I know what waits in the Hollow. I have walked its paths when you were still a child learning to wield a blade. The Hollow is dangerous, yes. But it is not invincible. Knowledge waits there, Marek. Knowledge we cannot afford to ignore.”

The old lighthouse had been dark for years. Perched on the jagged edge of Widow’s Point, the Black Hollow Lighthouse had been abandoned since the night Keeper Alden Rowe vanished without a trace. No one had taken the position after that. Some said he’d fallen. Others whispered the sea had claimed him for a debt long unpaid. Mara didn’t believe in sea-debts. But she knew what she saw. Three flashes. Evenly spaced. Deliberate. The pattern repeated. Her little brother, Toby, burst into her room. “Did you see it?”

The mountain air was a sharp contrast to the humid, suffocating weight of Jakarta. As the three figures ascended the narrow goat path, the world below began to dissolve into a tapestry of deep greens and morning mists. Dewangga walked with a steady pace, his body aching but his mind clearer than it had been in years. Behind him, Sarah guided Davian, who moved with a newfound, albeit fragile, determination. They reached a small stone hut perched on a ridge that overlooked a valley so deep the bottom was hidden by clouds. This was the sanctuary Sarah had promised—a place that didn't exist on any map, owned by a man who owed his life to a secret long buried.

My stomach feeling sour, I turned away and headed back to my car. Three years. I have given this man three years of my life. Now, I need to fight back. I won’t let the sacrifices I made for this family go to waste. As I thought about it, a plan began to form in my mind.

I answer before she asks. My voice is low, steady. “You’re about to see where the Hollow ends.” She tilts her head slightly, the silver strands of her hair catching in the breeze. “There’s more beyond it?” I nod, gesturing ahead where the trees thin. “There’s always been more. Our homeland still exists. Our people, our kingdom. The Hollow was carved away from it—a prison sealed by mist and magic. No one comes in. No one leaves.” She frowns. “But you can see it?”

On our wedding night, my wife, who almost never drank, got wasted because she was supposedly too happy. Just when I didn't know what to do, my best friend sent me a long message explaining how to take care of her. I blushed, but I still followed his instructions and soothed her the way he described. Natalie, who had been making a scene, miraculously quieted down. But just as I was about to call my friend and thank him, Natalie suddenly hugged me from behind. Heartbroken, she whispered, "Ashton Hawke, you're the one I wanted to marry." As she said it, the tattoo near her heart slipped into view: a hawk with its wings spread wide. My mind went blank. Ashton Hawke was my best friend of

Damien’s pov I've read the will three times before Sera Calloway even answers my text, which tells you something about the state of Okafor's office — either the man has the world's leakiest paralegal, or he wanted this clause to reach the right ears fast. I have a guess which. Edmund Calloway spent thirty years making sure the right information found the right people at the right moment. I doubt death changed his methods much.

He had spent so long preparing for war that peace felt like a foreign language. “The Academy feels different,” he said. “Lighter.” The white flower on the stone bench pulsed once, and the watcher’s attention wrapped around them all. The Hollow was a weight, the watcher said. A wound that had been festering for centuries. You have cleaned the wound. Now it can heal.

Three days. ---

Serrin's jaw tightened, but she nodded for him to continue. "According to this text," Corvin said, "the Hollow has been waiting. Not simply existing behind the boundary, dormant and passive. Waiting, specifically, for something the text calls 'the three to awaken together,' nearly identical language to the line Yselle's fragment first gave us, about the boundary remembering the bloodlines when they wake." "It's been waiting for us," Wren said slowly. "Specifically. Not simply for any threat to the seal. For the three bloodlines to reach the point we've already reached."