Hollow Thread throws you into the raw, brutal world of Cainen—a kid born dead inside before he even took his first breath. No parents, no power, no future. The world’s elite are born with flashy gifts called RACs, but Cainen’s a void—a blank slate rejected by fate itself.

Left to rot after the death of his only caretaker, Cainen grows up in squalor, bullied and broken by kids with powers he can’t match. One day, something snaps. Armed with nothing but a chain and sickle, he becomes a whirlwind of violent revenge, tearing through the school halls like a madman.

The law can’t touch him fully—he’s a kid—but they mark him for exile once he’s grown. Knowing he’s got a ticking clock, Cainen turns even more dangerous, fighting anyone who crosses him, fueled by rage, survival, and the desperate need to prove he’s not nothing.

At fifteen, no power, no help—just pure fury and fists that refuse to quit. This is the rise of a storm no one saw coming.

The Low Cut District burned, but the fire was different now — sharper, colder. Cainen's empire, once fueled by raw rage and wild ambition, was entering its most dangerous phase. The edge where kings are made or broken.


Cainen stood on the balcony of their fortified hideout, overlooking the sprawling cityscape below. The night air was heavy with smoke and tension. Somewhere out there, enemies stirred. Friends were becoming foes. Trust was a fragile thing, and betrayal lurked closer than ever.


Rekka approached, eyes dark with worry."We've been pushing too hard. The government's tightening the noose. And the Forsaken? They're not just whispering anymore—they're planning."


Cainen didn't flinch."Then we burn the whole thing down before they get the chance."


The Deadly Six met in a tense gathering. Lilith, ever unpredictable, flicked her bloodied bat lazily against the table."Every empire breaks before it's reborn," she mused.Kaito's gaze was sharp, wary."We're stretched thin. If the Forsaken strike hard, we might not hold."


Cainen's voice was ice-cold."We don't fold. We don't surrender."


The streets became battlefields. Skirmishes erupted at every corner. Cainen led from the front, fists burning like molten steel. Every fight was a reminder — this was his kingdom, and he wasn't giving it up.


But the greatest danger wasn't outside — it was inside. Whispers of betrayal grew louder. Eyes watched, alliances shifted. Every shadow held a secret.


In the dead of night, Lilith vanished into the city's underbelly. When she returned, her grin was wider, darker. She brought news that could shatter the fragile balance.


Cainen stared into the abyss, knowing the next moves could either forge his empire forever or send it crashing into ruin. Power was a razor's edge — one wrong step and everything burned.


Chapter 26 - Empire’s Edge