Blue Archive Halos Novels & Stories

“Should I take cover or something?” Harlow laughed. “No.” She closed her eyes and tilted her head back. When she opened her eyes again her eyes were no longer blue, but white with a small pupil, there was an outer circle that had two dissecting lines going toward the pupil. “What is that?” I said, leaning in. “I call it PureView vision. It helps me focus like a scope, but also predict the next moves of my opponent. It’s been pretty helpful, I even used it when I was fighting those guys in the gym.”

I could tell that Melio's eyes held a flash of pain. "Hi Miss, what's your name?" Black asked giving her a warm smile. "Hello Mr Bl...ack and M...iss Brenda, my name is M..Melio Blanchard ". She said in a shaky voice. This was as a result of my hands digging into her lower back. I dug my fingers into her lower back and at some point started drawing little circles so sensually that Melio became hot and flushed. She was trying her best to find a balance that she almost stumbled on.

Observing every loop and holes to get the real intent behind her question. "Hmmm... Wonderful...!!!" He said. "Do you mean... that... it's going to be just the last time we're going to be together...?" Somira asked, looking so downcasted. Attending to them, a bar attendant came over to meet them with his oval-shaped tray, and on it were the glasses of drinks which the couple seated behind them ordered for. This time, it was a male personnel. He was looking so handsome and dashing in his sky blue coloured shirt, and a pair of black trousers... well tucked in... with his designers' belt neatly placed in packaging. His hair was obviously black, with a little at one end, tinted in yellowish gold

“I—I—.” “I know.” A wide grin spreads over his face, his happiness plain to read in his deep blue eyes—. His eyes! Frantic, I grasp each side of his strong jaw, staring into them. Gone is the eerie overtone of aquamarine that my talisman—the Forest or the Wood—gave him. These are his deep blue eyes, but now there’s a yellow halo about his pupils, like a sunburst. A saffron corona cutting into the blue like the sun does the sky on a clear day.

that is how my life in the Volatile Hounds came to an end. Blinking away those memories, Nathan noticed that dawn was approaching as he made his way through the silent corridors of his home. Nathan paused by a window as the beautiful morning rays shone through and warmed his pale skin. His crimson red and Amber orbs stared into the sky for a moment as he began to wonder what would happen.

I was the bug. And then, I saw it. Behind the violet eye, in the deep code of the sky, a new message appeared. It wasn't in gold. It wasn't in violet. It was in a deep, burning crimson. **[ADMIN OVERRIDE: USER 'ARIS VANCE' RE-CONNECTED.]** I froze.

“What is this thing made of? Iron and lead?” Emerson watched as Raven carried Porsche to the modules. The moment Porsche was placed in the center, the modules’ light intensified, casting the room in a surreal blue glow. “What the hell—” Raven started, but his voice faltered as a translucent barrier began to form. The light solidified into a crystalline dome, encasing Porsche in a cocoon of shimmering blue hue. “Do you see that?” Raven asked, his voice low but filled with wonder and bewilderment.

Blue for water, white for air, red for fire, green for earth, and purple for spirit. Aurora settles Enzo into a seat in the center of the star, while Haley arranges crystals around him. Dahlia hands her wife, a bracelet with two crystals attached, both encased in gold wire. “Aurora, we will need you to stand over there.” Haley informs her, pointing at the small circle made of salt and black obsidian pebbles. “Matt, join Dahlia and I in the center.” She shows me where she wants me to stand, which is behind Enzo's head. “Take hands.”

Bradley would be a hell of a lot more appealing served as Nasi goreng with cow eyeball; if he reached for any more bacon all he’d be missing were the spots. Staring at her cluttered plate, the sight of food alone churning the pregnant sickness of her stomach, Blue wondered if she imagined the sound of the front door slamming. The sound of echoing, firm dress shoes. Approaching. Heavy. Fast. Looking up from her plate, her parents looking as unconcerned as ever, Blue truly felt she was hallucinating as she stared into a pair of dark eyes she had the feeling meant only to whisk her away. Looming in the doorway, he approached. Grabbed a hold of the woman’s wrist. Tugged her hastily from her chai

Cardium Health Hub Hospital, Azurea, California, USA… With a table filled with files and documents scattered like autumn leaves, Dr Deane leaned back on his office chair gazing at a distance. The luxurious curtains fluttered with each gust of wind. Dr Deane sighed unknowingly, sinking into the serenity and emptiness of his office. He was on leave, yet he was still in his office. Staying home wasn't an option for him; he'd be caught in the web of his nagging ‘girlfriend.’