Blue Halo Spartan Novels & Stories

I had no idea how long I could hold on—in fact, I was mentally prepared to be buried beneath the snow. But just as I was about to close my eyes, Chase appeared. Clad in a dark leather jacket, he had an unlit cigarette wedged between his lips. His gaze was as cold as the frozen plain. He shouldn't have saved me. He and his subordinates were being hunted down by their enemies and were penniless. They were even running out of bullets. Nonetheless, he knelt down and scooped me up into his arms. "She's about to die," someone reminded him.

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.

hell? There is white light all around her body and she is practically basking in it. The light is shimmering and I see it slowly spreading in the air. "Guys?! Come here, like right now." I shout and they are by me in a second. They gasp and inhale. "What the-" Vlad says. "Hell." Damien says. Damien takes a step ahead and black vines come out of nowhere and take a hold of his feet as soon as the light touches him.

Leonard couldn't finish when Iris pushed her body forward and cried out loudly in front of Leonard. "I am not a Rogue. This mark...I don't know...I don't want anything..." She was crying fisting her hands and all Leonard remember was Samantha's words. If her owner finds her and Mark her they would rule all the seven strongest packs. He would never let that happen and that was the reason he chose to finish the story here in his packhouse. If he would let this powerful weapon go he would lose many battles. And everything is fair in love and war so he would choose this path. He needed to Mark her on the Blue Moon before her owner comes. He had to grab this opportunity in this instance.

“Why? You have no appointment. It’s busy here.” “Yeah?” she pouted a bit, thinking over it for a moment. “Eh, what about that guy? The guy who’s obsessed with playing computer games? Is he working here at the moment?” She had a bit of suspicion of that guy she was talking about, Oswald. He looked like he knew a lot about computers and technology whatever he does in his life. Or maybe Theo hired people from the outside? “They’re out of town, I’m the only one currently here.” Yohan was a bit of a cold person but Selene wasn’t fazed.

“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.

Reality outside the viewport didn't just bend; it shattered. The blue sky and fluffy white clouds of Earth were instantly replaced by a blinding, chaotic kaleidoscope of impossible colors. This was The Bleed—the hyperspace between dimensions. It was a terrifying, mesmerizing ocean of raw data streams, dormant magical energies, and the skeletal remnants of erased realities.

He is perfect. This runaway train of happy thoughts did not stop after leaving the two men. I skipped away to the castle to shower and change for the ceremony whilst Ivan berated his failed recruits. There was only one who came close. A white wolf which I shall tell Ivan about later. He was the only one Halo was concerned about avoiding. /See, we are a good member of the Battalion already/ Halo said proudly as I strutted about the suite like a peacock. I also made a mental note to wear his shirt again as he is clearly very into how that looks on me.

WANTED ALIVE Name: Blue Iris Clayton Age: 24 years old Hair color: Natural blonde Eye color: Blue Height: 163 cm Body type: Slender OFFENSE: Stealing West Colony’s property REWARD: Ten cartons of goods. Protection and be a citizen of West Colony. CONTACT US IMMEDIATELY “Fuck!” Dread bolted through me. “Have you seen that woman?” I stiffened and my hand tightened the hold on the poster. “Excuse me?” I eyed the man beside me. He had thick dark blond hair. Shorter than me in a few inches, but had a few pounds and had deep brown eyes, and there was something in those orbs that gave me unsettling chills. He was wearing a clean shirt for someone who came to trade.

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.”