Novel & Cerita Black Spartans Halo

Drones hovered above, catching every movement. But everyone turned when someone arrived. I believe it must be the infamous Jules. Silver McLaren Sabre. Chrome trim with black spoilers. The engine sound was so deep it made the air feel heavier. He stepped out like a ghost in steel. His helmet mirrored mine, faceless and unreadable. He didn’t look at me, not directly, but I felt his attention like static on my skin.

Summer was just around the corner. I worked out everyday to achieve the body goal that I wanted. Azy's wedding is getting near too so I had to maintain my figure. "Thrante's eager to get annulled with Sebastian," Mom stated during our dinner. "Your Tita Katherine is also supportive. I don't think they won't win against the Marcados. They've done it before against the Imperial. There's no way they won't do it again." "Do you think that is normal, Mommy? Will it bring a shame to both families if people will learn about the annulment?"

Spartan then blacked out but only for a second. He reopened his eyes and was shocked to find himself standing on a bridge. It was no longer dark. He could even see the sun. He was at the Golden Gate bridge. He then heard a voice. A scream, calling out to him. There was a horde of Amaroks and they appeared to be surrounding something. “Damon! Damon!” the voice called and Spartan immediately recognized its familiarity. “Damon! HELP ME!” Spartan was running towards the Amaroks but he was not actually moving. It was as if his feet were held in an invisible treadmill.

His white uniform displayed several awards upon his left chest, with the golden badge of a single dragon general upon his right shoulder. “Thank you, Gen. Benette.” Mar, Lilith, and Matt smartly saluted. Dorin and the rest did the same. “Gen. Benette, I thank you for allowing us to participate in this tournament.” said Xander whose retinue stood at attention in front of the General.

The kind that makes your spine stiffen and your instincts scream run before your brain understands why. Subject 07. He was tall, lean, wearing the old Academy combat uniform — the one retired after the first Halo disaster. His skin was marked with silver veins, pulsing faintly beneath the surface like live wires. His eyes? Black. No whites. No pupils. Just void. “Ophelia Wolfe,” he said, voice flat, mechanical. “You are not authorized to carry Halo data outside the Observation Chamber.” Ophelia narrowed her gaze. “I wasn’t aware my own memories were property.”

He said to Astrid who said that to the rest of her team. It was a blur to be honest, Malakai left the hiding place and could see Elijah. Astrid and her team shot at the enemy to buy time for Malakai to get close. He was able to and when he was beside Elijah, he raised his gun to his head. Namjoon didn't see him coming and suddenly felt cold metal press to his head. He smirked as he knew it was Malakai, always the stealth.

"Your time's up, young man! Say your last words to the God of Darkness when you meet him to be punished." A black ring of light about the size of a fist lit up above the Abyss Staff as a deathly aura filled the square. "Behold, the Halo of Death!" Maddox burst out laughing. "No one can withstand its holy power!" Maddox looked like a demon who had descended on earth then, crazed and terrifying. The halo of Death was still in the middle of condensing its energy, filling the air with its deathly aura. Lucia, Demi, Sophie, and the other spectators clutched their chests, half-kneeling on the ground as their expressions twisted in agony.

The thought of appearing vulnerable sent a shiver down his spine. But the momentary distraction was all Halo needed. The rogue alpha seized the opportunity, his claws flashing in the sunlight. Claw after claw tore into Nathaniel's skin, ripping flesh and muscle. He collapsed, agony consuming him, his vision blurring. Blood pooled around his battered body, a crimson halo spreading across the ground. Halo's triumphant roar echoed through the battlefield, sending shivers through the pack. "Come on, get up and fight me!" Halo screamed, his voice dripping with malice.

"What are you?" A Council member asked in bewilderment. My eyes found his. I then took a slow spin to make sure they all got a good look at me. I stopped once I faced the council again. "I am Halo. I am Kwen's wolf. I am the daughter of a Missy Moore, a human. I am the daughter of Brandon Blackwolf, an alpha. Edward Gaines, you've accused me of not being of my father's lineage, yet you blatantly ignored the obvious. My hair, the one thing that sets me apart from everyone else. I have the mark of the Goddess Chosen. A mark you've tried to ignore. My grandmother, Tori Blackwolf, comes from a long line of Chosens. Did you think I dyed my hair this color? I was born with it."

Old, sharp, and bone-deep. “There was a fire,” he said quietly. “Years ago. Before the war. Before the club. I was part of a covert ops team—black-level, off the books. We were ordered to neutralize a facility that was... experimenting on civilians.” Sienna froze. “Experimenting how?” “Cybernetic testing,” he said. “They called it Project Halo. I thought we were rescuing people.” His voice cracked. “Turns out, we were the cleanup crew.”