Best Halo Novels Novels & Stories

I say. "Together." I walk to him and take his hand. The Penobscot Building continues to blink red. The Vernor's sign flashes gold over the frozen river. Thomas Halbert is coming. The final ghost from Julian's past, the last shadow in a thirty-year war. But he's not confronting the ice king anymore. He's confronting a man who's learned to love. A man who's learned to fight for something beyond survival. And he's not waging war alone.

It felt warm and she could feel his rapid heartbeats. His breath stopped altogether. “Miss Haldrith,” he whispered, voice dangerously low like he was about to snap, “remove your hand.” “Why?” she asked softly. “Because my… .” She leaned up on her toes and nudged his neck with her nose. His eyes flashed, wolf surging for a split-second. Zoran stumbled back like he needed distance to breathe. “Leave the citadel.” “No.” “Miss Haldrith… ” “No,” she repeated, smiling and giving him a seductive wink. “You keep running away and I keep chasing… I’m enjoying myself.”

And the Saintess, halo cracked but unbroken, is already planning the next move. I walk into the corridor, my circle closing around me, and I know that survival is not victory. The Tribunal was a skirmish. The Blood Moon approaches. And the Author, somewhere beyond the sky, is writing faster, pressing harder, determined to force me back into the villainess's role. But I had the cylinder. I had the sigils. I had the first crack in the halo, and the memory of a servant girl who was brave enough to speak. The narrative is not yet mine.

"He wants Kael to run out there and do something reckless. He wants us apart. He wants chaos. That is what this is. Another game." I looked at her. She was right. God, she was always right. Even now, doped up on pain meds and half dead, she was thinking clearer than I was. "So we do not play," I said. "We stay together. We protect Elena. We let him make the first mistake." "Exactly," Harlow said. She held out her hand to me. "Come here." I went. Sat on the edge of her bed, careful of the wires. She tangled our fingers together, her left hand, the diamond I put there yesterday catching the light. Yesterday. Christ. It had only been a day.

"I handed it over to my best friend, Reymond, a Man I know I could trust with leading both kinds with Love and Compassion if I succeeded." "Daniel's Father?" She asked with wide eyes and I nodded. "Yes, Sweetheart." Nodding her head in comprehension I added, "Other different bloodlines like those where your mate's Beta, Gammas, and guards come from just served the ruling ones." "That means the Halo actually belongs to your kind." She visibly tensed and her heart raced as she seemed lost in something.

He could lose everything, but he couldn't lose her. Malakai took Eden's halo and broke it in half creating two horns instead. The halo that represented innocence was what Malakai broke and turned it into a killer. He took an angel and turned her into a devil. But deep down, she always remained an angel. Malakai's angel. Even with her broken halo. So, like I said. This wasn't a story about heroes and villains, this was all about the villains. Because villains will always be villains if the heroes tell the story. So I decided to tell you a story from the villain's point of view.

I agreed to listen closely and keep an open mind. “First you need to know, I am not who you think I am. I am an angel. I was sent here to make sure you stayed away from Damien and Lucifer. Things changed when I met you and I fell in love with you. Ramiel came today to tell me that someone has been hunting down angels looking for him and myself. There is a place called Halo it is basically a spa and day club for angels to hang out in. Whoever this person is managed to get past security and infiltrate Halo. They killed everyone there. All the angels and all the humans who worked there. We think it was Damien and we think he was trying to find you.” I could tell he was serious the emotion roll