Ulquiorra Hollow Novels & Stories

Why did good people always suffer? “Are you sure?” This time aura asked looking deep into her brother’s eyes, she needed the reassurance that her baby will be fine. The door flung open again and a nurse walked out. “Who is unique eyes?” She asked and Aurora rushed to her. “I am the one” “He needs you” Before she could even finish the sentence, Aurora rushed into the operation room and there he was lying on the bed. The blood was still flowing out of his body and he looked really pale.

Meanwhile, in the plaza outside of The Wishing Star Tower in the World Universe Continent, Quincy looked at Aurora and said with a smile, "Sect Master Aurora, I will ask you one last time. Will you hand the Icy Dragon Punch manual to me or not? It’s such a pity that a beautiful woman like you has a broken finger." Aurora gave a cold snort and said nothing. "Oh well, you want to be tough," Quincy frowned and said coldly.

"That part's easy. There's only one building in the entire place that requires security clearance, so that's where he'll be." "And if you're wrong?" "We're not." "Just say we all manage to get in and find Nick. How will we all get back out again? It's not like we can walk out the only door with a Taken." "I think Ronnie's planning on using the underground evacuation tunnels." "But the UV lights will kill us!" The evacuation tunnels were the only other way in or out of Quanu, or any of the cities besides the single entry and exit gate. The maze of shoulder high glowing tubes could be accessed through the basement of any government building before joining up to one exit point.

The entrance was shaped like a perfect circle—smooth, black stone rimmed with glyphs that pulsed with light when Aria stepped forward. “They recognize you,” Lena murmured. Aria’s breath trembled. “No. They recognize what I carry.” She stepped into the circle, and the world folded inward. --- Inside the Hollow, there was no wind. No sound. Only stars. Thousands of them, glittering along the walls, the floor, the ceiling—no sky above, only endless void speckled with light. The air hummed with quiet magic. Each step echoed with memory. Kael touched the walls. “This isn’t stone.”

"If there's a difference, we need to remind them of it before the Hollow decides for them." Ahead, Logan slowed, a hand raised to signal halt. The tunnel widened, the walls slick with veins that glowed faintly—a heartbeat under the stone. The air shivered with it. "We're close," Logan said. His voice was deeper, but not rough. Controlled. Kael knelt, pressing his palm to the floor. His golden eyes flickered closed. "It's beneath us. The Hollow's skin is thinner here." Elara tilted her head, listening to something none of the others could hear. "It knows we're here."

" Blake explained. "I don't have two months," Queen said sadly. "My parents' lives are at stake." "I understand," Blake replied. "I do have another solution though." "Please tell me," Queen said desperately. "Relax, I will. There's a man called Suarez, he is the one who owns this club." "Suarez? I've never heard of him before." Queen said. "Yeah, Suarez is ruthless and evil, but he's also a very strong ally of Christopher Stallion," Blake explained.

"Just to clarify, I am Anchor, right? Not emotional support luggage?" Aaliyah's voice came through the comm. "You are emotionally destructive luggage, and we treasure you." Haley nodded shakily. "Good." The Hollowsmith stood very still. His bronze body had begun to flicker at the edges. The Unhollow's presence pulled at him, trying to remind every gear of hunger. "I am Interval," he said. "No," Marcus said. Everyone turned. Marcus stepped closer. His wounds had reopened. Blood ran down his neck into his collar. He ignored it.

I blurt out. Cortèz starts to stroke his cane over the sand making a capital L. “Let.” He says to us while he writes the capital letter U. “Us.” Then strokes his cane again making a capital A. “All.” Writes the letter H. “Heal.” Lastly he finished with the capital U. “Unexpectedly.” Harry finishes. Cortèz smiles. “The island of LUAHU is home for people who wishes to heal. May the both of you heal from your pains and be awakened soon.” He walks away until he magically disappears fading.

"Word is he's hold up with you lot." Vector arched a brow at this news. "You mean the pissy prospect?" he asked his voice raspy from all his smoking and arguments among his ilk. "Possibly, it's a fish by the name of Darren Hiller," replied Brick unphased by Vec's sorted appearance. Vector smirked and let out a long whistle. Two of his boys brought a trembling and naked man who had been covered from head to toe in blood and bruises as a result of his venturing into Coyote territory.