Blue Archive Halos Novels & Stories

“I would love to.” After an hour June and Seth were flying towards Blue Lotus. Blue Lotus looked like an ordinary pond to the human eyes but inside the pond there was a large club house under a permeant barrier charm. Seth smiled at the demons who greeted him and June silently followed behind him. Seth led June towards a private room. “Sunflower, met Lady Helianthus.” In the room sitting on a blood red couch was someone the old owner of the body had been dying to met. “May,” June whispered.

“They’re humans. I can see no assigned colors in their eyes. “ “Where are we?” I finally asked the question that's been bothering us si ce the beginning. She looked at me with hesitation but she stood with authority and heave a sigh. “A parallel world where colors come from. Welcome to the Realm of Hue. Now, my turn, how did you get here? ” End of Chapter

She hands the bag to me and I open it to see a black box with red ribbon on it. "What is it?" I ask her. "It's for you." Alex says. "Open it." Aurora says. I look at Aunt Sara for her opinion and she shrugs. I open the box and see a pair of loubotin heels. It is of black colour with gemstones adjourning it and a red massive bow at the ankle that will totally go with the dress I bought. It is the most dazzling pair heels have ever seen. I close the box and look at Alex.

Finally dropped the fake halo and showed up like the villain she really was. "If you behave, I might let you live long enough to die of old age." Cute. Real generous of her. Even if I'd been totally clueless, they still would've wiped me out. Just like last time—erase, delete, gone. Lillian cracked up, loud and unhinged. "You did this to yourself! Rot here! Everything you had? Mine now!" In my last life, I never got why Bobby and Whitney backed her. She might've "saved" them, sure, but I was their son's wife. That used to mean something, right?

A blue progress bar fills the bottom of the screen. Forty percent. My pulse races. If I can get the real floor plans, Asa and I can find a secondary access shaft through the old ventilation system without triggering the main security doors. Eighty percent. "Come on," I mutter, leaning closer to the glass display. D******d complete. Before I can disconnect my tablet from the port, the entire terminal screen flashes bright, blinding crimson. The overhead lights in the High Archives flicker once, dropping into emergency red illumination.

Milo was incredibly powerful and endured for almost half a day despite being simultaneously attacked by James, Feb, and Qusai. After defeating Milo, the remaining participants advanced to the next level of the arena. There were many halos in the arena. The contenders quickly occupied areas under the halos when they appeared in the new arena. The halo in the made one immune to damage and could restore the energy of one’s crystals. The white halos gave one a temporary strength boost, while the blue halos also gave one a magical shield that temporarily improved one’s defenses. Lastly, the pink halos improved one’s speed.

“Send this man to the Blue House.” The guard blinks. “The Blue House?” Helios’ brows knit into a frown and he growls dangerously, “Do not make me repeat myself.” “My apologies, Alpha Helios!” The guard drops to his knees in fear. The Blue House is a modest little cottage located right next to Helios’ pack house. And while it may look like a quaint little place, the house is fortified with silver and iron bars and guarded by Helios’ hand-picked warriors. In short, it is a prison reserved for Helios’ ‘special’ guests.

His thumbs danced across the screen as he replied Sebastain’s last message. Follow through with the Black Halo lead. You will get what you need to take Noah out. Then you’ll be the only star student. *** Black Halo wasn’t just a club. The bass was a living thing, a physical force that rattled Sebastian’s teeth and thrummed through the soles of his shoes. The air was thick, a heavy mix of expensive cologne, sweat, and the sharp, metallic tang of energy drinks. Neon pink and electric blue lights slashed through the haze like blades, catching the glint of chrome poles and the hungry eyes of the VIPs.

The screen flashed a specific sequence of blue light, a visual anchor designed to reset his optical nerves. "If you'll look at the third quadrant," she said softly, her eyes locked onto his. "You’ll see that the 'instability' the board is worried about is merely a projected fluctuation. It’s controlled. It’s part of the Protocol." Silas blinked. The blue light hit his retinas, and the "Silas" program rebooted. He took a sharp, shallow breath, and the winter-sea grey returned to his eyes. He looked down at the tablet, his mind rapidly catching up to the narrative Lyra had provided.

But for Alex, he automatically knew who it was as he immediately recognized his white hoodie that got splattered with paint in the colors of the rainbow. He scrolled up and as the caption, he simply had a blue heart emoji. "Blue."