Three Years Hollow Novels & Stories

"If I don't go, she'll build a throne of fear and children. And we won't have a kingdom left to protect." Dahlia placed her vision sketch on the table. It matched mine. "You're the only one she might listen to." "I don’t want her to listen," I said. "I want her to understand what the Hollow truly is." We rode at dawn. Me. Rafael. Xander. Dahlia. And a small legion of Hollow Blooded I trusted with my life. The journey through the north took three days. The farther we rode, the more the land changed. The air grew heavier. The forests darker. The trees wept sap black as ink. Magic pulsed from the soil.

"What are you talking about, Briar? Human?" "No," Briar’s voice cracked, a sob breaking through the distortion. "Worse. Something older. Something that feeds on the bond itself. The 'Hollowed' aren't just Ezra’s pets, Avi. They’re the leftovers of what this third party leaves behind. They’ve been using the Council like a fucking puppet show." A heavy thud echoed from Briar’s side of the message—the sound of a door being kicked in. I heard shouting, the harsh, guttural commands of the High Wolf’s guard.

“Piano. Something slow. I think you played it once.” “I did. Before Eidolon, I taught for a while.” “That makes sense,” he said softly. “There’s something about your hands. Like they know both creation… and destruction.” That brought a tight laugh to my throat. “You don’t forget some things.” He didn’t answer, but when our fingers brushed as I handed him the canteen, he didn’t pull away. Small miracles. The Hollow was a concrete scar in the mountains. Once, it had relayed global signals through an array of underground servers. Now, it was dead—except for the chamber Paladin had marked in red ink. There, behind layers of steel and rock, lay a terminal unlike any I’d seen before.

And yet as I stood on the porch near the chanting Maya scanning the hollow’s horizon for its still hidden haunt, I found my mind reaching out to Kristin and Kathy in spite of itself, reaching out and wondering what had become of my mission, and whether forgiveness was a virtue my daughters could even grasp in their evolved states. Fixing on a point, any point, along the hollow’s rim, I let out the question that had been asked, in one form or fashion, more times than flesh had been kissed by a knife’s edge. “If not Kimberly, then who?” You tell me, father. You sired me and my siblings a mere wink ago in that blood-soaked room behind you. Now came the shadow. Upon me. Upon Dianna who looked do

"You don't remember the three of us?" She stared around at the three of them, looking for any features she recognized, but there were none. Zion was the largest of the three, and the most fearsome looking with his tattoos and muscled body, but the other two were not small either. The quiet one only looked at her with indifference, though he had a handsome face, she thought as she stared at him. Gunther gave her a weak smile, but she could tell his heart was not in it. Clearly, he wore his heart on his sleeve, making her wonder if he was as annoying as he seemed. When she averted her gaze to the sparks of the fire, she went over what she knew. These three knew her, and she was very important

Three Months Long is a story set in Abuja, in predominantly two districts, Wuye and Jabi. Peter and Olivia are in love and want to have a future together. However, Olivia is older than Peter by a few years and already a graduate while Peter is still a freshman in the university . While Peter’s family is not perturbed about the difference in age and academics , Olivia’s family won't have any of it. Peter promises Olivia a forever love but will their love stand the stern test from their parents and the Nigerian society where it's expected for a man to be several years older than his partner? As the story unravels, love, fear, uncertainty, parental pressures determination, trust and values are

“It’s done.” John didn’t move, he looked to Callen. “What comes next?” Callen traced the runes with her staff. “Another cycle begins in three nights.” Sarah’s eyes filled with tears. “We thought it was over.” John’s voice broke with truth. “The Hollow never ends.” Then a thunderous crack shattered the cavern. Rocks fell, the runes exploded in light. The pit burst open again, only this time the crown vanished, John staggered. “Where’s the crown?” he whispered.

he asked shakily. Alice giggled gleefully and looked at Liam pitifully. "You're hilarious! There's a three-year age gap between me and Vanessa. Can't you tell us apart? "Or is your brain just not all there? Or perhaps you've known the truth all along but are too afraid to admit it? Are you doing this to try to hide the fact that you are a sc*mbag?" Alice seemed to have lost her mind. Right now, it seemed that she wanted to take everyone down with her.

Her instincts said this was meant for her alone. Words carved into the pedestal had burned into her memory: When the third moon rises, the Hollow shall awaken. That was only days away. And she had no idea what it meant. “You’ve been quiet,” Varek said, stepping inside without asking. His presence was steadying, his tone low and calm. But his eyes betrayed worry. “Thinking,” she said, not hiding the orb. He glanced at it but didn’t press. “The scouts found a hidden path—an old Crescent supply tunnel under the Hollow. It’s caved in partway but might be usable.”

Choosing her would’ve been suicide. So why did I keep seeing her in my dreams, blood streaked across her face, a ghost of fire burning in her eyes? Why did it feel like I had made the greatest mistake of my life? Liesendra by my side sat by the fire, humming a song I didn't recognize. Her fingers danced lazily over a worn page of an old tome—one of the many ancient relics her father smuggled into Winter Hollow. The red crystal pendant around her throat pulsed softly like a heartbeat.