Black Barriers Hollow Knight Novels & Stories

The sun labored to break through the smoky clouds, glowing the world in sickly amber light. “This is it,” Serena said. “The Black Hollow.” A low rumbling sounded under their feet. Kael stumbled. “Something’s moving. Underneath.” Lucian unsheathed his sword, the ground cracked. Then a shape burst from the earth not far from them — not an animal, but a construction. An arrowy needle of obsidian, taller than any tower they had ever seen, forcing its way up from the beneath, like a tooth through flesh. Clouds of dust and debris rained down. The roar, a sound like mountains wailing, was deafening.

A place of bad earth and bitter water, where outcasts and broken things went to die. The Barrens. A slow death sentence. Before she could speak, a new smell cut through the wind. Sharp. Chemical. Wolfsbane—but stronger, made by machines. From the trees below, figures appeared. Not wolves. Men and women in grey gear, faces hidden behind clear masks. They held strange guns with attached tanks. A tall woman with iron-grey hair led them. Her eyes were as cold as the priestess’s.

The same strength sucking world she’d insisted on walking one last time before the boys got back. I looked down at her, eyes closed, teeth clenched, struggling to hang on. I balanced her silver ring, a gift from our Mother, on my knee and pulled my grey sleeve over my finger tips, dabbing at the beading sweat on her forehead. Something was happening in the Blacklands and for the first time in memory, Shades were crossing the Southern boundry in droves, bringing with them their violet sky and starless nights. They didn’t eat, they didn’t sleep, they didn’t stop. They just kept coming, pushing us back and taking our land, leaving a sea of dead bodies in their wake.

Jack hit the vault door hard enough to split his knuckles. "Open." The door ignored him. Katherine ran her hands across the surface, searching for hinges, seals, logic flaws. The black material was not metal. It was decision hardened into boundary. "No lock face," she said. "No external authority panel." Haley backed away from the screaming versions, face pale. "Can we please skip to the part where one of you says something impossible and we do it anyway?" The Hollowsmith stood very still. "There is a way." Jack turned.

Some of the Black Knights were injured also, but sadly it was the noble, bull-like beasts that suffered the most loss. Neyalha circled and swept back, intent on burning the remaining opposition to ash. But the magic of the Na’Himara and the other Dragons formed a mystical barrier that stopped her short in mid-air. Flapping frantically, she flamed at the shield, but was unable to penetrate it. Spears were flung at her, passing through the shield to make little impact on her scaled hide. Stones from the catapults caused her some discomfort, but no serious damage. Even the large arrows from the Ballistae had little luck in penetrating her scales.

The knights was assigned there to guard people from barbarians but rather saving they were killing them. "We should kill them" stated Athen, hearing about all this had made Athen wanting to do something right for villagers and dead girl, "We will attack them in night" said Hugo, with his experience Hugo perfectly knew at night the enemy are more vulnerable. Both of them waited for night before heading in the forest. "You know about the danger right?" Hugo asked looking at Athen who seemed to be lost in his thoughts, "Yes I am ready" said Athen quietly, "What are you thinking? Are you afraid?" Hugo asked, it wasn't the fear that was inside Athen's head.

Alex was startled. This was not something ordinary. In the Ultimate Book of Medicine, he had read that there were things that could spew toxic death mist. In the underworld, it belonged to the upper level of existence. If it were in the underworld, this bone dragon would also absolutely become a king and ancestor of existence. However, now, it was actually here to guard the undead. In fact, this was only one of the black shadows. The black shadows that maintained this spatial barrier could be as many as nine.

Black Hollow had always been a cursed valley. A deep scar in the earth where fog clung to the ground like a shroud, it carried the whispers of wars long past. Tonight, it was to be the graveyard of kingdoms. Serenya tightened her cloak around her, watching the distant torchlights stretch like rivers of fire across the horizon. “So many,” she whispered. The enemy host moved like a dark tide, their banners snapping in the bitter wind. Beside her, Kaelen adjusted the hilt of his blade. “They’re not invincible. They bleed like we do. But you must remember, Serenya—Black Hollow doesn’t forgive hesitation.”

What if she'd found a way to block their magical awareness too? I was giving her too much credit, I was well aware but what else could I do? Riona was a calculating bitch. "How long do we have left?" I asked. Elena looked up at the twisted sky. "The Zenith will fully peak in less than an hour." Less than an hour before every barrier between worlds collapsed. Less than an hour before demons poured through to hunt in the mortal realm. The Blackthorne territory markers loomed into view just as two pack sentries stepped out of the trees and blocked the road ahead of us. I eased off the gas but didn’t stop completely, rolling my window down as they closed in, every line of their bodies taut with