Three Years Hollow Novels & Stories

CHAPTER SIXTY- SEVEN: TINY ENCLOSED SPACE. LUCIAN'S POV Surrender? So funny that those fool believe that I would do that. I looked towards the passageway. I have been here a lot of time…long enough to know about the secret tunnels that lead to the woods, the woods which lead out of Green wood province, all the way to the Bay water pack. I have lived a life, I have traveled a lot, a have lived in so many existences, enough lifetimes to gain friends all over.

What came through wasn't human. It had been, once. You could tell by the general shape and the way it moved on two legs. But everything else was weird. Its skin had turned gray and leathery, its fingers elongated into claws, and its face stretched into something with too many teeth. A Hollow. Class D anomaly that fed on fear. The crowd started cheering. The Hunter raised his sword. The Hollow circled him, making a clicking sound they made when they were hunting. I'd heard it before during deployments. It usually meant you were about to be attacked.

"Be with me, Holly. I'll build a good life for us!" … I switched on my phone and saw 17 unread texts, with the latest one from five minutes ago. "Holly, I'm at the city hall, by the main entrance. When are you getting here?" I stared at the screen, and a laugh slipped out of me. How ironic. After 27 days of begging, all he offered was a promise to marry me in three days. Those three days came and went, and I couldn't even find the strength to call that lie out.

Thus, when I opened my eyes and confirmed that I had been reborn, the first thing I did was quickly transfer all my assets. Love was overrated. It would never be as dependable as money. Only what I held in my own hands truly belonged to me. Without prompting, Victor said, "Come to think of it, today's our third anniversary. I promise you that no one will disturb us this time." I nodded and said softly, "Whatever you say." Since I was being so understanding, Victor was naturally in a great mood. He even began making elaborate preparations in earnest, booking the best table at a restaurant and arranging a fireworks show.

The evening breeze was gentle, carrying the fresh scent of early summer plants growing. In the courtyard below, children laughed and ran around. Elderly residents strolled leisurely. Life flowed on in its most ordinary and solid form. I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with fresh air. The three months after Arya's death, which had been full of her family's scheming, were like a long, oppressive nightmare. Thankfully, I had woken up. Wounds would scab over, pain would fade, and the lessons I learned would stay with me, making me stronger and wiser going forward. Night fell, and the city lights came on. I went back inside and turned on the lights. Warm illumination instantly filled the ent

Because the word was starting to fit too easily. The leader smiled faintly. “There were three.” Rhydan went still. Draven didn’t react outwardly. But I saw it. A shift. A recognition forming. Three. My breath caught. “…three what?” The creature’s eyes locked onto mine. “Three anchors.” The bond inside me pulsed again. Harder this time. I winced. Not from pain— from pressure. Like something pressing outward. Waiting. The leader’s voice softened slightly. “You were never meant to carry it alone.”

The fragments inside my head began to churn. The warm memories from before I turned fourteen — Mom's gentle hugs, Dad lifting me onto his shoulders, Jack sneaking me snacks — And the dark memories from those three years. That hard slap. The endless darkness of the Quiet Room. The blisters on my arms. Jack's poisoned words: "Go kill yourself." All the pain, all the anger, all the grief that had been crushed down for three years — it broke through the dam labeled "absolute obedience" like a flood.

Before they made gods, they tested ghosts.” --- Thirty-one years ago. Hollow’s first real breath was not in a lab. It was in a coffin. It began in a place not listed on any map. Room 314, Hollow Sector 0: Beneath Navarro’s original corporate campus in Valeburn. Room 314 had no windows. No nameplate. Just a steel door locked from the outside and a viewing glass designed for one-way shame. Inside, they didn’t teach children.

he said flatly, “but we found the Hollow. And it’s not empty.” Lyla pulled away, breath ragged, voice sharper than steel. “Show me.” Ten minutes later They stood at the edge of a jagged, narrow gorge. The opening looked like a wound in the ground, pulsing with a faint red light. Lyla’s boots crunched against bone and frost. Jonas pointed down. “It’s not just a cave. It’s alive.” Eli stepped beside her. “Whatever’s in there it’s calling to someone.” “Not me,” Lyla said, tightening her grip on the blade at her hip. “And that’s a problem.”

Love. Death Distance Time The Hollow feeds on those truths Twisting them. Deepening them. And suddenly I understand what it really is Not merely hunger. Not merely entropy. Despair The belief that connection is meaningless because it ends. My knees weaken slightly The void presses harder around me. Memories surface painfully Every goodbye. Every loss. Every fear of abandonment I’ve ever had. The Hollow pushes deeper “You will lose them.” Theodore laughing. Aurelion smiling softly. Vireon’s calm eyes.