Vessels Hollow Knight Novels & Stories

“They’ve found us.” A Hollow One stepped into view at the cave’s entrance, its skeletal form draped in tattered robes that fluttered like wisps of shadow. Its eyes burned like twin coals in the gathering dusk, and it let out a piercing screech that reverberated off the stone walls. Without hesitation, it charged, its claws outstretched toward them. Caden met it head-on, his sword clashing against its bone-like talons in a shower of sparks. Torren grabbed his daggers, ignoring the sharp stab of pain in his leg, and flanked the creature, his blades darting in to seek weak points in its unnatural defenses.

They were vicious against enemies, the shapeless assassins and spies that could penetrate the defences of any threat whilst also providing aid to those that they obey. A faint shuddering in the shadows hinted at the appearance of the wolves. They moved cautiously, looking to avoid the last of the dappled light that fell between the pine trees. Slowly their forms took shape like watery images of beasts, their bodies floating and swirling like smoke and mist. Behind the witch, the warriors shifted uneasily, still not used to seeing these curious creatures. “Look, Signe! Do you see them?” Estrid cooed to her daughter, pointing to the first of the shadowy figures that stepped out from the roilin

"That's to much to take, and how did she? Then what of your best knights? " "She tame the beast using a special relic called Ishigar, the ancient relic that can tame the monsters lurking deep within the sea, and to maintain the Hakley under the sea and to remain what's left in our land, head knight, Keven, co-commander, Shelner, my greatest knights, Mirai, Clienta, Havric, Shimon, and Nathalie, they sacrifice their lives to take Hakley with them underneath the sea, and they all died from killing that monster, they lost their lives. "

I hiss and attack him. “You are a traitor. I will kill you all.” I grip his throat. “Prepare for war, Fen.” I move away from him as he gasps for air. I dive back into the water and swim towards the hidden kingdom. Swimming towards the abyss, the resting place of the ships, humans, and my people who have been slaughtered rest here. I move towards the opening in the wall. I push through and my eyesight adjusts to the darkness.

Emily whispers, “Oh my god…” Noah pulls me closer, his thumb brushing my shoulder in slow circles. “And he said…” My voice cracks. “He said Noah has to die.” Noah’s grip tightens, but he stays calm... for me. Mom closes her eyes, pain flickering across her face. When she opens them again, she looks older. Tired. Like she’s been carrying this fear for years. “Raven,” she says softly, “the Hallow has always wanted a permanent vessel. A perfect one.”

“You wished to see me.” “Yes, Vivenne. I need answers.” The bone charms around her wrists rattled as she shifted in the chair. “The hollowing is a sophisticated ritual. A human mind cannot sustain that level of darkness on its own. The hollowed spirit is a mindless vessel of destruction, so he answers to someone.” “We already know that, Vivienne. What I want to know is can we stop this thing?” She considered the question. “Maybe.” “Maybe?” I scoffed. “I didn’t call you here for ‘maybes’, Vivienne.”

Hunter's disappearance had affected all of us. Even the babies seemed quieter. Xander floated near the ceiling, occasionally opening tiny portals that never led anywhere useful. He still looked disappointed every time Hunter failed to appear. I looked toward Chaos. "There has to be another way." Chaos stopped pacing. "There is." Everyone looked at him. He held out one hand. "The Void remembers those connected to it." He smiled faintly. "Hunter is my knight." "He carries the Void's shadows." He closed his hand. "We'll use them as a token."

I rasped, forcing my feet still. Kieran’s smile widened. “Why?” he murmured. “You called.” “I didn’t call you,” I hissed. The eye behind the seam—still open, still watching—blinked once, slow. “YES, YOU DID,” the voice whispered through bone. “BOND IS CALL.” The Hollow King stayed close behind me, calm as ever. “It wants a vessel,” he murmured. “And Kieran is… convenient.” Kieran tilted his head, listening as if he could hear the Hollow King’s words directly. “Convenient,” he echoed with a soft laugh. “That’s a kind way to say it.”

On the cliffs, dawn began to break. And in the harbor below, the people of Black Hollow would wake to calm waters— Never knowing how close the dark had come. But deep beneath the lighthouse, in the chamber of spirals and stone— Mara felt the ocean watching her back. Chapter 5: The Second Pulse Dawn painted the sea gold. From the harbor, Black Hollow looked peaceful—fishing boats rocking gently, gulls wheeling overhead, sunlight catching on windows still wet from the storm. The lighthouse beam still burned.

“If this is about Mira No. Mira remembered. But only pieces. You bring shape to her echo. She was not the first. You are not the last. Kaima reached out. The ghost stepped forward. And then it opened the core beneath them. The floor dissolved into translucent light, revealing a chamber far below a vault of memory. Hundreds of suspended glyphs hovered in midair runic systems older than any Pact, some formed from pure tone, others from physical motion, and one that shifted shape as it was observed. Ari whispered, “This isn’t from our world.” Kaima pointed downward. The ghost guided them both. The Hollow is not a place. It is a memory. A resonance discarded by early shapers. Too unpredictable.