Novel & Cerita Armor Lock Halo Reach

We slam onto the outer docking ring—boards biting metal hard, sparks flying, gravity shifting sudden. Airlock cycles forced by my lightning—sparks dancing across panels. We step inside. Armed marines in power armor swarm the corridor—rifles up, visors down, red targeting lasers dancing on our chests. **Marine Sergeant (barking, voice amplified):** “Hands up! Identify yourselves! This is restricted military space!” I step forward slow. Crown flaring bright—violet lightning crawling the walls harmless, just enough to short their targeting systems and fry nearby cameras.

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

Hope runs over to me and places her hands over my neck as I begin to lose consciousness. 'Maximus! Don't you fall asleep! You need to stay with me!' she cries. Her hands glow, and her eyes glimmer with silver. The large wound on my neck slowly closes over. Hope wraps her arms around me, 'Maximus!' she says, and helps me to sit up. The warriors in the room are all dead, but new ones enter and bow down around us as their new Alpha and Luna. 'Unchain him!' Hope orders, pointing to her father.

But he had his head twisted around, staring over his shoulder…at two more SUVs stopped right behind his, the headlights of all three shedding crisscrossing spotlights on the road. And on a swarm of men, two of them taking charge of khaki-fucker, one of them opening the driver’s side door of Walter’s SUV, a few others doing whatever you did in a situation like this, one standing by the new vehicle and raising something up to his shoulder, and the other—Declan. My heart stumbled, expanded, clenched tight. The last was Declan, running faster than I’d ever seen an alpha move, headed straight for Walter with his claws and fangs gleaming in the moonlight.

Leon raised Owen face and wipe the tears on his eyes as he said. "Once we get married, there's no running away, no hiding, and most especially... No more ARCANUM.." He landed a sweet kiss on Owen's lips when the one he only love nodded his head. ~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~ Author wants to thank those readers who never stopped reading it until this time. For my editor. And for Lord who never stopped giving me ideas. I love you all!!

I growled again. I bent down and cradled her in my arms. I could feel her heart racing, the flush that rose to her cheeks when she changed didn’t leave. I walked to where I knew the armory was. She pressed the code that opened the outer door. We made it to the door that led to the armory and did the retinal scan. “Welcome, Harlow Dunaway.” The security system called out. “What do you need?” “Just some stuff.” She looked around. “Set me down.”

They were using **Thermal Cannons**. "They’re trying to melt through!" Leo shouted. He was standing on a pile of rubble, looking through his cracked spectacles. "Kaima, that wall isn't going to hold. Those vehicles... they aren't just cars. They’re 'Reality Anchors.'" I looked up, squinting through the dust. Through the gaps in the steel, I saw the soldiers. They wore white, sterile armor that looked like it belonged in an operating room. They didn't move like people; they moved with a terrifying, synchronized precision.

Typical. They moored the vessel in shadow. Rain tapered into drizzle while they climbed across slick rock toward the sealed doors. Luca’s portable scanner hummed. “Code lock requires DNA pair authentication.” Evelyn pressed her thumb to the reader. Nothing. Adrian tried a master override; the system beeped and refused access. Then, almost as if amused, the console lights rearranged into single line text: “Access confirmed – E.H‑Ψ‑01 relay recognized. Welcome home, Evelyn.”

Wrong. “Get this fucking thing off me,” Liora hissed, clawing at the silver collar. I tried. My fingers burned the second I touched it. Some kind of reinforced silver alloy. It shocked me hard enough to make my arm go numb. “Can’t break it now,” I growled. “We run first.” She nodded, eyes fierce despite the pain I knew that collar was causing her. We barely made it three steps before Michelle’s voice cut through the noise. “Activate Protocol Zero.”

Her face went from terrified to ghostly pale. "No," she whispered. "It’s not possible." The lead guard stepped forward, raising a heavy pulse-cannon. The light of the corridor caught the serial number etched into his shoulder armor. It wasn't an AetherCorp designation. It was an ISS Registry Number. "Victor?" Mina’s voice cracked. The guard paused. He tilted his head, the mechanical hiss of his Oxygen Rebreather (a device that recycles exhaled air to allow for longer underwater missions) filling the silence. He raised his hand and slowly unlatched his armored helm.