LOGINShare
Chapter 89: The Hollow Choice
Last Updated:
2025-04-04 02:24:26
Related chapters
The Howling Throne Chapter 90: The Chosen
Darkness clung to the edges of Rael’s vision, seeping into his thoughts like ink spilled across a fragile page. His breath was ragged, uneven, the weight of the Hollow Crown’s judgment pressing against his chest. He turned his gaze to Vame, their expression unreadable, their hollowed eyes reflecting nothing but the abyss that had swallowed them whole moments before.Elior took a cautious step forward, his grip tightening around his sword. “Vame,” he said, voice low, measured. “What did you remember?”For a long moment, Vame said nothing. Then, slowly, they tilted their head, their fingers curling slightly at their sides. “Everything.”The word was a whisper, yet it struck like a hammer against stone. The air around them trembled. The unseen whispers that had plagued them since entering the Hollow Crown’s domain surged in response, their fragmented voices rising in a cacophony of sound before dissolving into a chilling silence.Bram exhaled sharply, shifting his stance. “Not ominous at
Last Updated : 2025-04-04The Howling Throne Chapter 91: The Abyss Crowned
Darkness unfurled from Rael like a breath exhaled by the abyss itself. The Hollow Crown pulsed, its unseen tendrils threading through the air, coiling around the remnants of the shattered world. He stood at the center of it all, silent, unmoving, the weight of something vast and unknowable settling into his bones.Elior’s grip on his sword tightened, his pulse thundering against his ribs. “Rael,” he said again, his voice taut. “If you can hear me, fight it.”Rael tilted his head, as if considering the words, but the abyss within his gaze did not shift. The void peered back, and for a single, terrible moment, Elior thought he saw something else staring through Rael’s eyes, something older than time, something that had been waiting.Myrra swallowed hard. “He’s still in there.”Bram did not lower his GreatSword. “And if he’s not?”Rael exhaled, a slow, deliberate thing. When he spoke, his voice carried a resonance it had never held before layered, fractured, as though a dozen voices whis
Last Updated : 2025-04-04The Howling Throne Chapter 92: The Fractured Path
Elior stood in the vast expanse of rolling fields, his fingers still curled as if grasping for something that had already slipped beyond reach. The weight of what had just happened pressed against his chest, as unrelenting as the Hollow Crown’s judgment. The sky above them stretched open and endless, yet he had never felt more confined.Rael was gone.Myrra stumbled forward, her breath still ragged. “He, he actually sent us away.”Bram cursed under his breath, slamming a fist against the earth. “Damn it! We were right there. We could have…” He cut himself off, shaking his head, his teeth clenched so tightly Elior could hear them grind.Elior’s voice was hoarse. “First Sienna betrayed us. Now Rael is gone. How much more are we supposed to lose?”Myrra wrapped her arms around herself, her eyes wet but furious. “We trusted them. We trusted her. And we trusted him.”Bram let out a harsh, bitter laugh. “And where did that get us? Sienna turned against us, Rael gave himself up, and we’re st
Last Updated : 2025-04-04The Howling Throne Chapter 93: Echoes of the Fallen
The morning was eerily quiet, as though the world itself mourned the loss of Rael. The fire they had lit the night before smoldered in dying embers, casting long, weak shadows against the damp earth. Elior hadn’t slept. None of them had.The weight of Rael’s absence pressed against his chest like an iron brand, hot and searing. His mind kept replaying those final moments, the way Rael had looked at them, the way the Hollow Crown had taken him without hesitation. First Sienna had betrayed them. Now Rael was gone. It felt like the world had decided to strip away everything he held dear, leaving him only with a broken path forward and a hollow ache in his soul.Myrra sat on a nearby rock, her head bowed, fingers twisting at the edge of her cloak. Her silence was heavier than words. Bram paced near the remnants of the fire, his frustration manifesting in sharp movements and restless energy. Vame stood apart, watching the horizon, their expression unreadable.“We should go,” Elior finally
Last Updated : 2025-04-04The Howling Throne Chapter 94: The Hollow King
Rael stood at the heart of the Hollow Keep, his fingers curled over the arms of a throne not meant for him, the weight of the Hollow Crown pressing against his skull like iron chains. Shadows writhed at his feet, coiling around him in endless whispers, voices of those who had worn the crown before, now reduced to echoes in the abyss.He could feel them clawing at his thoughts, whispering doubts, feeding his rage. But somewhere beneath the layers of darkness, a voice, familiar and distant, called to him.Elior?The name struck like a blade through the fog that clouded his mind. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to force clarity into his thoughts, but the Hollow Crown’s grip was relentless. It did not allow its wearers to waver. It consumed them, piece by piece.“Forget them,” the voices hissed. “They abandoned you. They will only try to take your power.”Rael gritted his teeth, shaking his head, but the whispers did not cease. They pressed closer, tightening around him like a vice. A p
Last Updated : 2025-04-04The Howling Throne Chapter 95: Shattered Chains
The Hollow Keep trembled, its ancient stones groaning under the weight of the battle unfolding within. The air was thick with shadow and power, the oppressive energy pressing down on Elior like a crushing tide. Yet he did not release Rael’s hand. His fingers tightened around his friend’s wrist, a lifeline between two worlds, one of darkness, one of light.Rael’s body was rigid, caught in the throes of the Hollow Crown’s will. His breath came in ragged gasps, his eyes flickering between the abyss and recognition. The shadows screamed around them, a chorus of fury and desperation.“You are ours!” the voices shrieked. “You belong to the abyss!”Elior gritted his teeth, ignoring the deafening wails. “You don’t belong to them, Rael. You never did.”Rael’s grip tightened, his fingers trembling as he fought against the chains binding him. “I… I can’t…”“You can.” Elior stepped closer, forcing Rael to look at him. “You are not alone.”Myrra, Bram, and Vame stood behind him, their presence unw
Last Updated : 2025-04-04The Howling Throne Chapter 96: Embers of the Fallen
The morning sun was rising over the shattered remains of the Hollow Keep, casting golden light over the ruins that had once been a place of darkness and torment. The battle was over, and yet, in the silence that followed, Elior felt an emptiness settle deep in his chest. The victory had been hard-won, but the weight of everything they had lost still clung to them like an unshakable shadow.Rael lay beside him, still catching his breath, his body weakened but free. Free from the Hollow Crown. Free from the whispers that had tried to claim him. Elior studied him for a moment, searching his friend’s face for any lingering traces of darkness. But Rael’s eyes, though tired, were his own.“You alright?” Elior asked quietly.Rael let out a ragged chuckle, rubbing his forehead. “Alright? After nearly getting my soul devoured and being yanked back from the abyss? I’d say I’ve had better mornings.”Elior smirked but didn’t press further. The silence stretched between them before Rael exhaled an
Last Updated : 2025-04-04The Howling Throne Chapter 97: The Chains of Fate
The wind howled through the broken peaks of the Hollow Keep, carrying with it the stench of blood and ash. Elior pulled his cloak tighter against the cold, but the chill that ran through him had little to do with the wind. The battle was behind them, but the war loomed ahead, a shadow stretching across the horizon.They moved quickly, their footsteps crunching against the frost-laced earth. The scout who had brought news of Sienna’s advancing forces led them toward the valley’s edge. The terrain was treacherous, jagged cliffs and ancient ruins dotting the landscape like bones of a forgotten age.“How much ground do they cover?” Elior asked, breaking the silence.The scout wiped his brow, his face still pale with exhaustion. “They’re not marching, not like an army would. They’re moving in waves, striking at villages, gathering more fighters. It’s chaos, but it’s calculated.”Myrra scowled. “She’s making sure we have nowhere to run.”Rael exhaled sharply, his grip tightening on the hilt
Last Updated : 2025-04-04
Latest chapter
The Howling Throne Chapter 125: The Last Dawn
The morning was quiet.For the first time in centuries, the world stood untouched by magic. No whispers of power hummed in the air, no lingering remnants of the forces that had once shaped destiny. The battle had ended, but the silence it left behind felt heavier than war.Elior stood at the heart of the ruins, his sword planted in the shattered ground. The bodies of those who had fought and fallen lay scattered around him, the echoes of their final moments still fresh in his mind.Myrra, who had been with him since the beginning. Bram, whose laughter had once made the darkest nights bearable. Freya, who had returned only to be taken once more.And Sienna.The wind moved through the ruins, stirring the dust. It carried no magic, no voice of the gods—only the weight of what had been lost.A faint groan pulled Elior from his thoughts. He turned to find Velora slumped against a broken pillar, her face pale, her body barely holding on.He knelt beside her. "Velora."She opened her eyes, s
The Howling Throne Chapter 124: The Final Reckoning
The sky above the ruins bled shadow and light, twisting in a chaos that defied reality. Where the veil had once held firm, now only a gaping wound remained, spilling its horrors into the world.Elior stood at the edge of the abyss, his sword trembling in his grasp, his breath ragged. Across from him, Sienna hovered above the cracked earth, her form wreathed in shifting darkness. Her golden eyes, once fierce with ambition, now pulsed with something else, something vast and unknowable.She had become its vessel.The force that had slumbered beyond the veil now coiled within her, filling the hollow spaces left by her lost magic, binding itself to her very soul. The entity did not speak in words, nor did it rage like the gods of old. It did not need to. It simply was, and it would remake the world in its image.A consuming will. An endless hunger.And Sienna had let it in."Elior," she said, her voice layered, as though more than one presence spoke through her. "You don’t have to fight me
The Howling Throne Chapter 123: The Breaking Veil
The moment Sienna’s fingers brushed against the unseen force, the world trembled. It was not a simple shift in the earth, not the groan of stone settling after centuries of silence—this was something else. A deep, resonating shudder rippled outward from the ruins, traveling through the bones of the world itself.Elior felt it as a pulse beneath his feet, a vibration in his chest that made his breath hitch. The air thickened, weighted with something ancient and wrong. The torches lining the ruined temple flickered violently, their flames bending toward Sienna as if drawn by an unseen tide."Sienna, stop!" Elior lunged forward, seizing her wrist and yanking her back. Her breath came in sharp, shallow gasps, her golden eyes wide with shock."I… I didn’t mean to.." she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.The stone beneath them cracked. A fissure split through the floor, black mist hissing out like breath from a slumbering beast. The world itself seemed to recoil, and then—A shoc
The Howling Throne Chapter 122: The Unseen Threshold
The ruins were breathing.Elior could not see it, but he could feel it, the slow, rhythmic pulse of something ancient beneath the stone. It was not the heartbeat of a slumbering god, nor the distant echo of Erythos' severed power. It was older. Deeper. A presence that did not simply exist but had always been.The whispers were everywhere now, slithering between the cracks in the walls, curling through the air like smoke. They were not words in any language Elior knew, but he understood them nonetheless.This was not a place of worship. It was a tomb.And the dead were stirring.Sienna stood at the edge of the ruins, staring into the yawning darkness beyond the shattered archway. The pull was stronger here, an invisible tether wrapping around her ribs, drawing her forward.She should have been afraid.She wasn't.Far behind them, the capital was unraveling.Rael sat in the royal chambers, hands clenched around the arms of his chair as voices clashed around him. The council was in chaos
The Howling Throne Chapter 121: The Stirring Dark
The wind howled through the fractured streets of the capital, carrying with it the scent of ash and the echoes of whispered fears. Elior stood at the palace balcony, watching the uneasy city below. Torches burned like scattered stars in the night, illuminating gathering crowds, desperate, restless, searching.They had fought for this world, yet standing here now, he wondered if they had merely unchained something far worse.Behind him, the council chamber erupted into another round of arguments.“We need action,” a noble snapped, his voice edged with panic. “If magic is failing, we must restore it—by any means necessary.”“And how do you propose we do that?” another countered. “Rituals? Blood sacrifices? We do not even know what is causing the unraveling.”Rael stood at the center of the storm, jaw clenched as he faced the gathered lords and scholars. “I understand your fear,” he said, voice steady despite the chaos. “But we will not turn to desperation. We need answers, not reckless
The Howling Throne Chapter 120: The Awakening Veil
The first signs of unraveling came in silence.Not the quiet of peace, but an unnatural stillness, a void where the hum of magic should have been.Elior felt it first as they rode through the city, making their way back to the palace. The air itself seemed thinner, as if the breath of the world had been stolen. He glanced toward Myrra, who clutched the remnants of the First King’s records in her hands, her expression tense.The streets were shifting. The capital, usually filled with merchants, performers, and spellcasters weaving their craft, had grown eerily subdued. Those who once relied on magic to shape their daily lives, the street magicians conjuring flames, the scribes who penned glowing runes, now stood idle, their gifts failing them.And then there was the whispering.It came in the wind, barely discernible, like voices speaking in forgotten tongues. Elior stiffened as a cold breath swept past his ear, the words twisting in ways his mind could not fully grasp."It is waking…"
The Howling Throne Chapter 119: Echoes of the Hollow Age
The capital was unraveling.Elior had known it from the moment they passed through the gates.The sky hung heavy and gray, as if the heavens themselves hesitated to move forward into a new day. The streets, once bustling with life, were thick with uneasy silence, broken only by hurried whispers and the occasional sharp cry of panic. Mages clustered in groups, their robes in disarray, their hands twitching as they attempted and failed to summon even the simplest of spells. Merchants and nobles alike watched with growing dread, their power, both political and literal, slipping through their fingers like sand.Magic was fading. And the world did not know how to survive without it.Rael strode ahead of the group, his expression unreadable, but Elior could see the tension in his shoulders. He was returning not as a warrior, not as a wandering hunter, but as the late king’s son, one who would have to answer for the chaos left in their wake.The palace loomed before them, its towers once gle
The Howling Throne Chapter 118: A Fractured Dawn
The battle was over.But dawn did not break with celebration.A pale light stretched across the sky, hesitant and thin, casting its glow over a ruined battlefield that still reeked of celestial fire and scorched stone. The remnants of divine fury clung to the air, unseen but heavy, pressing down on the weary figures that stood amidst the wreckage.Elior ran a hand over his face, his fingers coming away stained with blood, his or someone else’s, he wasn’t sure. His sword, the weapon that had struck the final blow, felt heavier than ever at his side. The world should have felt lighter, freer, but something was wrong. The victory felt hollow, the silence too deep.Myrra knelt among the shattered remnants of the ancient tome, her fingers tracing the fading ink of the First King’s records. The final words were barely legible now, as though the knowledge itself had begun to wither.She exhaled sharply, gripping the pages. “The seal worked.” A tremor ran through her voice. “But something....
The Howling Throne Chapter 117: Ashes of the Divine
Silence.Not the peaceful kind that follows a battle well won, nor the stillness of an early dawn. This was the silence of something broken, something vast and incomprehensible that had been ripped away, leaving only a hollow absence behind.The battlefield was unrecognizable. The ruins, once ancient and imposing, were reduced to charred fragments, their sacred stones blackened by the celestial fire that had consumed Erythos. The air was thick with the scent of ash and the lingering echoes of divine fury. Even the sky, once torn open by the god’s awakening, hung heavy with dark, unmoving clouds, as if the heavens themselves had yet to understand what had just transpired.Elior stood in the center of it all, his sword still clenched in his shaking hand. His body was battered, his limbs aching from wounds he had no memory of receiving. The weight of exhaustion settled over him like a crushing tide, but he could not move, not yet.Erythos was gone. Severed. Banished from the world foreve
