Book Halo Novels & Stories

he asks, looking at how the crater is no longer dead. I smile, “This happened tonight,” I say, looking around. “Selene helped us.” Tank sighs, taking another bowl full of beef from Loki, “Why didn’t she help us?” he asks sadly. I look at him, not knowing what to say when Shelby gasps, her eyes opening wide, “Helllp!” she breathes out and I gasp, looking into her eyes. “What’s wrong?” I ask her and she holds her throat. “Cant. Breathe.”

Anaba The first sip of vodka burns my mouth — not nearly as much as the guilt I wish it would sear away. I swirl the amber liquid in a chipped glass and watch the ice collide and melt. It’s been months since I set foot in Rusty Halo. The name sticks in my throat, the irony obvious: angels fall here. Only they don’t plummet; they tip over slowly, one bottle at a time, clutching regrets instead of halos.

The High Citadel was no longer a monument to solar perfection; it was a Galactic Lightning Rod. High above, the Harvester hadn't left; it had multiplied. Six more crystalline structures had de-cloaked, forming a geometric "Halo" around the planet. They weren't siphoning yet; they were Calibrating.

The last thing Cerise sees before passing out is Nicholas. Down the alley of Efforia subdivision, Halo finds himself running for his life, a toothbrush in his mouth as he does. A string of curses escape from his lips, turning swiftly into a corner to catch some air. He spits out the toothbrush and it falls into a pool of blood, there's a dead body leveled at his feet. "Holy-" He nearly screams, immediately placing a hand to his mouth to suppress it.

"And one day, I presented her with the ring you wear, He looked at it. The top of it holding the yellow stone glittered, Xander saying,"As we maintain Order, every new Don of Carnefecina gets the tattoo of all nine planets on their back. A sign of balance. Perfection. Something beautiful from chaos, but every Don that rules, is given two things. A ring called Halo that reminds one of the Sun, to show their power over other things and the other, a crescent moon with a star, to be given to who the Don keeps higher than themselves. In other words, if there's a life or death situation, also called Venus bearer's life would be put first before the Don himself,"

Any advice because I’m missing class because of this stupid thing. I miss you a lot and wish to have you here. Need that chicken soup of yours Love you lots Hayley PS: Send the photos as soon as you can. Hailstorm’s POV I groaned, leaning my weak body on the tiled wall next to the toilet. Kira leaned over me, her one hand over her nose and the other flushing the content of my stomach down the drain. “Are you okay Hailstorm?” she asked, placing the flushing hand on my shoulder.

The cool breeze that drifted across the ocean at night ruffled my clothes, and I could taste the tangy mist of ocean spray on my tongue. When the glowing faded, Aralia stood proud. Her skin now had this silvery glow to it, like she had been dipped in liquid moonlight. She was beaming with joy, and Atlas was just—standing there. All at once, everyone in the ballroom knelt. A singular sound of everyone bowing, heads down and knees bent. “From the Hellion rivers in the North, with their healing waters to the oceans that surround our world. Rejoice, High Lady Aralia, ruler of the Water Court.”