The Harvest of Hallow Souls

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Summary

In the desolate town of Ashbourne Hollow, Autumn brings more than just the change of seasons. Each year as the leaves begin to fall and the harvest moon rises, the town braces itself for the return of a centuries-old curse. The Hollowing: It's said that on the night of the harvest moon, lost souls who perished under mysterious and violent circumstances come back, seeking to reclaim the lives stolen from them. Seraphina Rose, a scholar of ancient rituals and occult history, arrives in Ashbourne Hollow, hoping to uncover the truth behind the legend. The town's isolation and eerie silence only intensify her curiosity, but soon she discovers that her interest in the curse is far from academic. Dark forces have already marked her, and she is drawn into a chilling cycle of death and rebirth when the boundaries between the living realm and the afterlife are thin. Each year the Hollow souls claim a victim, a chosen one who must join their ranks, ensuring the town's survival for another year. Seraphina learns she may be next, her life bound to the twisted history of the town and its mysterious overseer, the enigmatic and dangerously alluring figure known only as the Harvester. As Halloween night approaches, Seraphina must unravel the sinister secrets of Ashbourne Hollow and confront the Harvester before she is claimed as the next sacrifice in the Hallowing.

Status
Complete
Chapters
14
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
18+

Acknowledgements

To the dreamers, the believers, and the magic makers, this book is for you. 

First and foremost, I want to thank my parents. Your love, strength, and unwavering support have been the roots of everything I’ve grown into. You encouraged my imagination, believed in my stories even when they were scribbled in notebooks, and reminded me that I could do anything if I kept going. This world, these characters, and this dream come true would not exist without you.

To my friends and family, thank you for cheering me on during every late night and rewrite. You held space for my silence. My chaos and my creative storms.

To the readers, thank you for stepping into this world with open hearts. I hope these pages gave you adventures and escape. And maybe a little wonder.

And lastly, to the child I once was. The one that stayed up reading under the covers with a flashlight, who believed in magic and monsters and heroes with broken hearts. You made it. We made it.

With all my gratitude,

Esmeralda.