17/09/2026
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{ . . . His Little Hollow . . . }
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Genre: Boy Love (BL) Supernatural Dark Romance
Copyright © 2026
By Gwenivere...Kit
All rights reserved. No part of this book should be copied, reposted, or distributed without my permission.
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🌺⟵ CHAPTER 3&4 ⟶🌺
......REALM OF DEATH........
The Realm of Death was an endless wasteland, as skulls of humans and magical beings covered the ground for as far as the eye could see.
Some skulls were old and broken, while others still had dried blood on them, and the air was cold and filled with the smell of death.
At the center of the wasteland stood a dark castle, and its towers were like something pulled straight out of a horror movie, and the whole structure looked like it had been built from nightmares.
Asher walked the outer grounds of his territory, patrolling as he always did, his long black hair flowing behind his back, and his face was cold and empty of emotion.
Then a sudden urge hit him and without thinking, he opened a portal and went into the human world.
He expected to find another weak, empty human he could drain and discard, but instead he found a young man already dying on the cold ground of a dark alley.
Asher looked down at the blood pouring from Theo's body and clicked his tongue in disgust.
He stared at Theo for a few seconds in silence, then he turned on his heel and started walking away.
He had heard his weak voice asking for help, he simply did not care, humans meant nothing to him, and this one was already too far gone to even bother draining.
He had not taken four steps when a powerful force slammed into his back, as the impact threw him forward, and he almost fell but caught himself and spun around, now standing several meters away from Theo’s unconscious body.
"Mine… Mine… Mine…"
The dark beast inside him screamed the words over and over in his head, as he stared at Theo with pure disgust.
He tried to open a portal and leave, but nothing happened, seems like his powers weren't answering him.
"The f**k?" he muttered under his breath, refusing to look at the body on the ground.
He tried again, but his powers still refused to work, and he took a few steps away from Theo, but an invisible barrier rose and shoved him backward, but he did not let his guard down.
With an angry and defeated breath, he turned and walked back to Theo, as a dagger appeared in his hand, and he dropped to one knee and stabbed the blade into Theo's chest again and again, but every time he pulled the dagger out the wound closed almost immediately.
Then a thin red line of light came out from Theo's chest as it flew through the air and went straight into Asher's own chest, as he stared at the glowing line with dangerous eyes.
"F**k the goddess," he growled, as he raised the dagger again to finish the job, but his hand stopped in mid air.
After a long, angry moment of stopping himself the dagger vanished and he roughly grabbed Theo's limp body and lifted him into his arms, as they both vanished.
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Back in the Realm of Death, Asher walked through the dark halls of his castle carrying Theo, as he entered his private bed chambers and threw the unconscious body onto the large black bed, as Theo bounced and then lay still.
Asher stood over him and stared for a long time, as if the sight itself offended him.
Finally he sat on the edge of the bed, as he bit the tip of his own finger until blood welled up, and using his power he forced Theo's mouth open and let several drops of his blood fall inside.
And within a few seconds the remaining wounds on Theo's body healed, and Theo sucked in a deep breath and his eyes opened, as he sat up so fast he almost slammed into Asher who shifted back slightly, as if even the idea of touching him was disgusting.
Theo's eyes locked on the stranger in front of him and his brows pulled together.
"Who the f**k are you?" Theo demanded, as he looked around the unfamiliar room. "And where the f**k am I?"
"F**k seems to be your favourite word, weakling," Asher replied in a cold voice as he stood up and walked toward the door.
Theo saw it as a chance, as he lunged from the bed and grabbed Asher’s arm as he threw him down onto the mattress.
In the next second Theo was straddling him as he pinned both of Asher's wrists above his head with his strength.
Asher stared up at him in silence, then a smirk curved across his lips.
"Were you the one who sent those men after me?" Theo demanded. "Why did you kidn..."
He never finished the sentence.
Asher flipped them easily and suddenly Theo was the one on his back, and Asher was on top of him.
"Insolence…" Asher said his voice was low and freezing, and he used one hand to pin both of Theo's wrists above his head, and with his free hand he summoned a ring that appeared on his hand, as he forced Theo's ring finger up and shoved the ring onto it.
Asher stood up leaving Theo on the bed, as Theo immediately tried to yank the ring off, but it did not move even a little.
"What is the meaning of this?" Theo shouted pointing at his finger and Asher gave him a cold and deadly stare.
"It marks my claim on you. Nothing more, nothing less. From this day forward, you belong to me." He said.
Theo clicked his tongue in anger. "I don’t belong to you, fool. Who the heck do you think you are?"
Before Theo could blink, Asher vanished from where he stood and reappeared directly in front of him, as his hand wrapped tightly around Theo's throat.
And Asher pulled him close and slammed their mouths together in a rough forced kiss, and Theo fought as he pushed but he was no match for the strength holding him.
After several long seconds Asher pulled back and a thin line of spit still connected their lips, but he did not release Theo's throat.
"You are my wife," Asher said in a smooth, cold voice. "That ring will bring you to me when it is 2.2.2. Until then, make sure no one touches you."
A portal opened behind Theo and Asher still held his throat as he shoved him hard through the opening, as Theo hit the floor of his own penthouse apartment with a thud and the portal closed instantly.
He pushed himself up, breathing hard.
"2.2.2? That guy is nuts," Theo muttered.
He wiped his mouth roughly with the back of his hand trying to erase the feeling of the kiss, then walked straight to his bathroom to wash and change into clean clothes.
......THE HOUSE OF WOLFE CALLOWAY........
The next morning sunlight slipped through the curtains of Alistair's room, and he sat on the edge of his bed and dialed Theo's number, but the call went straight to voicemail and he tried again, but it was the same result, it was unreachable.
Alistair frowned at the screen and he was about to stand up and head over to Theo's place when a knock came at the door and Butler Finn stepped inside and gave a bow.
"Young Master, your father is calling for you."
Alistair stared at his phone for a few more seconds then dropped it on the bed, as he stood and followed Butler Finn downstairs without a word.
In the large living room Mr. Wolfe Calloway sat in a high backed chair, and beside him sat his second wife Martha, as both of them watched as Alistair entered.
Alistair walked over and sat on the couch opposite them, as he raised one brow and Martha rolled her eyes while his father stared at him with a blank face.
Mr. Wolfe Calloway had always hated Alistair.
From the day he was born he believed Alistair had killed his first wife.
Alistair had not been carried for the normal nine months, his mother only carried him for four and her water broke early and she died on the way to the hospital.
When the doctors tried to save the baby, Alistair crawled out on his own and he already looked like a three year old child and in his small hands he held his mother's organs, including her heart.
The doctors had been too terrified to even touch him, and from that moment on everyone treated him like a monster.
But does he care?
Hell no...
"We need you, Alistair," Mr. Wolfe said while Alistair only stared at him in silence.
His father began talking about the company.
One of their major partners was threatening to pull out of a multi million deal unless a Calloway family member personally handled the negotiations in person.
The partner refused to deal with the usual managers and Mr. Wolfe explained that Alistair would have to attend the meeting, sign the new contracts, and make sure the partnership stayed intact.
He went through the details of the numbers, and the demands the partner had made, and the whole time Alistair said nothing, he simply listened with a bored expression.
When his father finally finished, Alistair stood up and walked back upstairs to his room without a single word.
And less than five minutes later the bedroom door opened, and Martha came inside and closed it quietly behind her.
Alistair did not even look at her, and she rushed over and dropped to her knees in front of him, and smiled up at him in a seductive way.
"Master, how may I please you?" She asked with a purr.
Alistair clicked his tongue. "Make me cum."
That was all he said, as he stood up.
Martha immediately reached for his zipper and pulled it down, as she freed his c**k and wrapped her lips around it without hesitation.
She started sucking him slowly at first, then faster, taking him deeper into her throat.
Alistair watched her with a cold expression and after a moment he grabbed her head with both hands and began thrusting into her mouth hard and rough.
Because the room was completely soundproof, no one outside could hear the wet sounds or the way she gagged around him.
He fu**ed her mouth until he came and thick cm spilled down her throat as Martha swallowed every drop and licked her lips clean.
"Strip," Alistair ordered, as she stood up and removed every piece of clothing until she was completely naked, and Alistair pointed at the bed.
"Climb up. All fours."
Martha obeyed at once as she got on the bed on her hands and knees arching her back for him.
Alistair moved behind her and gripped her hips then pushed his c**k into her in one hard thrust.
Martha moaned loudly as he started pounding her without mercy, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the room.
"Scream it," Alistair said coldly. "Tell me you’re a fvcking slut. Tell me you’ve always loved my dick and that you only married my father to get close to me. Tell me to use you however I like."
Martha moaned between every thrust.
"I'm a f**king slut! I've always loved your dick! I only married your father so I could get close to you! Use me however you want....ah!"
Alistair smirked as his eyes shifted toward the door then he pulled out of her and Martha made a small sound of disappointment, but then her eyes followed his gaze.
The door was open and Mr. Wolfe Calloway stood there with his mouth slightly open, staring at his wife and behind him stood Martha's own son, a young man a little younger than Alistair, and his face twisted with anger and disappointment.
"Alistair baby, I think I’m imagining your old man," Martha mo@ned. "Put your dick back in me and make me forget about him."
Alistair's smirk grew wider as he looked straight at his father.
"See for yourself, Father. Your own wife is begging to be fvcked by me."
His eyes briefly met Martha's son's furious stare, then without another word, he slammed back into Martha and continued pounding her hard and kept moaning loudly, not caring at all that they had been caught.
🌺...To Be Continued...🌺
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