Unbreakable Heart Hollow Knight の小説・ストーリー

I blurted. He laughed bitterly. “Why is that, right? Do whatever it takes, Hernandez. She ran after you so many times, it's time for you to break a sweat too.” “You're buying," he pointed to the glasses and left. I stood there drinking and remembering the night everything started to go wrong. The night I broke Sofia's heart for the first time and all the other times I did it again and again over the years. Yeah, maybe I really needed to make things right.

I say to him, “for understanding, for listening so patiently and for still wanting me even if I am a little broken.” “Oh, my little hybrid.” His voice is husky and low, “you’re not broken, you’re bloodthirsty.”

“Do not dig into what does not belong to you.” “You’re poisoning yourself,” I whispered. “You think I will not see it? You think I will not care?” His silence was worse than fury. For a long moment, all I could hear was his uneven breathing and the faint crackle of fire. My heart pounded so hard it hurt, but I forced myself to meet his gaze. The man before me was not just an Alpha King draped in power. He was broken. Fighting something I did not understand. And the cracks in his mask were finally showing.

The tightness in my chest was indescribable. Of all times, why did someone like him show up when my heart had been shattered? I couldn't give him any promises. The last nine years had worn down my ability to love someone. Would I step into another relationship just to be let down again? Promises were only meaningful when there was love. I couldn't give empty promises like Tyler. Fortunately, nothing had happened between Matthias and I yet. All we shared was that kiss on the night that I was drunk.

Unseen Blade Moments later, the hidden betrayer knelt before the Heart of Thorns—dagger raised. “She thinks she can bind me?” the voice hissed. “Let me show you the true Hollow.” With that, the intruder faded into shadow—an omen that the Circle’s covenant was about to be tested from within and without.

The hollow throbbed, pulsing violently through the courtyard, and for the first time, I felt truly unstoppable. --------------------------------------------------- Even as the rogue demi-gods faltered under the Null Blood field, tensions within Raelthorn’s inner circle flared. Aren, still simmering with jealousy, attempted a subtle strike, testing my control again. I barely noticed, hollow flared, intercepting the attack without breaking rhythm.

"All those women across all those centuries. They broke. They shattered. They died or went mad or just faded." "But you—" I pressed my hand over my chest. Over my heart. The heart that beat only for her. The heart that only she could reach. The heart that only she could take. "You're the only one who can make my dead heart beat. The only one who makes me feel anything after two thousand years of nothing." My heart was my weakness. My only weakness. Protected by ancient magic—could only be removed by someone I truly loved. Someone I'd given myself to completely.

“Then we move now.” They sprinted down the hall, past junctions that flickered with warning lights and doors that shuddered from pressure breaches. The sound of distant drilling vibrated through the walls like an approaching storm. As they ran, Adrian’s mind churned. A fragment. A resonance. A connection to the Heart he never knew existed. And the infiltrator’s dying words echoed relentlessly: You carry the fragment. The unstable shard. The echo that will shatter it. Why would stabilizing the Heart require a sacrifice?

"I just hope it hits hard enough to shatter you into pieces," Instead of anger, her face broke into a sweet, almost innocent smile, the contrast jarring. Then, her eyes locked onto Archie's, her voice taking on a softer, almost wistful tone. "Take care, ex. All the best. You'll know the truth one day, and maybe by then, it'll be too late; your heart will already be in pieces."

“That place is unstable.” “Yes,” I said. “Which is why it works.” Darius frowned. “Explain.” I took a slow breath, grounding myself in what I knew—what I *felt*. “The Hollow isn’t just land. It’s where the old system used to bleed into itself. Residual energy, broken markers, unfinished rituals… it’s layered with fragments.” Kairos’s gaze sharpened. “Fragments of balance.” “Yes,” I nodded. “Not whole enough to control anything. Not strong enough to dominate. But still present.”