Three Years Hollow Novels & Stories

--- *Season 2: Chapter 7 — The Ghost War* We buried Three under a pine. No marker. Council would find it. Just Kieran, me, and four gods who weren’t old enough to drive. Nero made ice flowers. They wouldn’t melt. Lyra burned his name into the bark: _THREE_. Tempo and Echo stood back to back, watching the trees. Watching _time_. Making sure no one rewound this. Rylan slept through it.

“Gods… Ragnor, that’s—” “The Hollow.” My voice came out as a low growl, steady despite the icy dread crawling up my spine. Valkyrie turned to me, her eyes searching mine for confirmation—for denial. But I had none to give. “No,” she whispered, shaking her head. “It can’t be.” It was. The Hollow was more than just a spirit. It was a force beyond this world, a parasite that didn’t just consume bodies—it devoured souls, leaving nothing but an empty, twisted husk behind. A fate worse than death.

Few Hours later We stood before the Great Hollow. The Great Hollow was carved into the bones of the Earth itself-deep beneath the Mountains of Olde, where the echoes of the First Howl still lingered. It took them three hours on horseback and one more through the winding tunnels guarded by ancient sentries. I walked beside my father, my boots echoing on stone. Every step toward the chamber carried weight. This was where wars were declared, where packs were banished, where alliances were forged in blood and oath. And tonight, where answers-or more questions-waited.

The face was all scratched up, and anything on her body that could prove her identity was taken away, so we suspect it's an intentional murder. Hearing that the body was salvaged from Salakole, Winston paused for a moment, then he put on his sterile gloves with a poker face. I floated in mid-air, staring at the man in front of me. Three years... It had been three years since I died. After I died, my soul was trapped in Salakole, suffering in the fierce wind and freezing weather all day. Until someone found me, they brought me back. But I didn't expect that Winston was the person who would personally dissect me.

Three lives. Three.

Then something else—older, fragmented. “We’re close,” I said. Kael slowed slightly, scanning ahead. “This place always felt wrong.” “That’s because it never healed properly,” I replied. Aria’s voice was quiet. “I can feel the breaks.” Kairos nodded. “Layered fractures.” Lyra added, “And none of them align.” Exactly. That was the point. We broke through the last line of dense trees— And stepped into The Hollow. --- It was larger than I remembered. Or maybe it just felt that way now.

“Then we make this moment matter.” In the distance, the Harbinger reassembled. Its form, once pristine and emotionless, now trembled with barely contained fury. The mirror-like surface of its face had cracked beyond recognition, revealing swirling black beneath—a void that devoured light. “You think you’ve won?” it snarled. “You’ve severed one thread. The tapestry remains. The Hollow is the tapestry.” Kaela narrowed her eyes. “Then we burn it all.” The relic blade pulsed in agreement, resonating with Kaela’s rage and Ethan’s resolve. Together, they stepped toward the collapsing core—the heart of the Hollow’s influence. A place born from silence, shaped by sorrow, and fed through generations

Leif asked. She nodded. “His blood burns when spilled. The Hollow Fang believes it’s divine. I think it’s a curse.” They went quiet again, the fire casting flickering shadows across their faces. --- By the third night, they reached the outskirts of Hollow Rock. From a cliff edge, they looked down at the gathering below. Torches encircled the monolith. Hundreds of followers stood in organized rings, chanting in rhythm. Crimson-robed figures danced and howled. A massive obsidian altar had been erected near the base.

Olivia stood back and looked at me. “You want to talk Bash?” she asked me and I stared into her beautiful eyes. I didn’t, I was over this and I was over having to share her. I looked down thinking for a minute, if I stopped this it means I would have to give up Olivia and that I certainly didn’t want to do. If I had her I had to share her with Blake, it killed me and all I wanted was Olivia to be mine, completely mine. We had been a threesome for the last year and it was clear I was the only person with the problem. I think I would feel even sicker if I had to watch her be with Blake and not me. Me and Blake had been best friends since we were kids, we had shared a few women and Blake had gi

I would have come home to pack my clothes even if I was going away for a trip, but I never once came home during this period. All of my things were at home, but I was gone. The neighbor left. Lori quickly took out her phone to call my best friend. "Hello, have you seen Chad recently?" My friend sounded puzzled on the other end of the call. "I was about to ask you the same question. It's been more than three months since I last saw him. Where did he go?" Lori was unable to answer my friend. Her fingers clenched the phone tightly, betraying her anxiousness.