Book Halo Novels & Stories

He sat on the chair in front of his laptop and began his research. After an hour, he leaned back and crossed his arms, whispering hoarsely“James Frost,” The owner and founder of Lumina Luxe, a famous hotel known for its ethereal quality and standard facilities. What does Wanda want with a hotel CEO? He pondered. Clicking his tongue, Silas closed the laptop, hissing in frustration. What was he even doing right now? Maybe Fiona was right, he spoke rudely to her all night and even refused to stay with her all because of some stupid curiosity.

Chapter 54 The Gift The Halo deck shimmered to life, its holographic projections weaving a breathtaking tapestry of color and light. Niklaus and Kie had chosen a Starlit night: a view from Heaven. It was amazing it seemed like you were walking on thin air among the stars in the Heavens.

“A doorway. Nothing more.” My breath catches. Because for the first time, I see it. This isn’t Brad. Not anymore. This is something else. Something wearing him. Something using him. Something that tricked me. My voice comes out small. “What… what are you?” He steps close enough that the shadows brush my skin like cold fingers. “I am the Hallow,” he whispers. “And you, Jason, are a pawn who mistook himself for a king.” My blood runs cold. He knows. He knows I thought killing Brad would make me powerful. He knows I believed the lies. He knows I was used. And he enjoys it.

He ventured to pick it up with his hands but the temperature of the halo melted off his hand, up to his shoulder level, and while he was screaming in pain and agony, Theresa gave him a death blow, clamped the halo with the hook rod, and ran off. She opened a door which she wasn't familiar with, and noticed as soon as she got in that the place was a morgue. She spotted the body of a girl and immediately ran towards her. She felt her skin and noticed that it was beginning to turn cold - it mustn't have been long since she died, and without thinking twice, she turned the girl over and placed the hot, glowing halo on her back. The halo melted into her skin, and the injuries from the burn healed

I could easily warm my palms for her, but whatever she and Kora were doing was obviously immensely important, and I didn’t want to jeopardize anything. Kora ran off and I watched Abby, she looked like she was asleep, standing there in front of me. Her eyelids twitched now and then. “I love you, Abigail Lynn Hale,” I said to her, unsure if she could hear me or not. Suddenly, there was a light that appeared above us that lightened her face, I peeked upwards to the brothers fighting in the air above us - they were glowing. Both of them, you could hardly tell which one was which because the brightness was increasing so much.

There’s no point in arguing because, as annoying as it is, I love Mikhail too, and I’d worry if something were to happen to him. Almost as soon as I disconnect the call, Azazel’s text appears. “What’s a Halo?” Jules asks. I reply distractedly as I read the text. “A Halo is a vampire coven. Unlike humans, vampires have a social hierarchy. The Halo provides vampires shelter, blood, and opportunities to earn money. It also makes them feel protected. My brother, Tristan, is the master of the Halo I work for.” “Your brother?” She quirks a questioning brow. “I thought you only had three brothers, Mikhail, Kell, and Carrick.”

Wide eyes all around watched her with curiosity, fear and wonder. "You're not a prince," she said feeling the cloak fall from her shoulders as she took another step forward. "Your a monster," she announced, just then a loud thunder boomed through the air and the lights went out. The screams of the party goers went silent. A purple light suddenly appeared, emitting from a pendant, that illuminated the face of breathtaking woman. Her eyes were like hot gold burning with fire. Her skin dark and smooth with freckles of silver. Her hair long and flowing, a sentinel being...alive.

BLAZE POV Twenty one years ago. I had just turned twenty three years old when me and my coven including my best friend Annabelle, at the time went out to a bar to celebrate . After a few drinks we decided that we would head to a night club called Halo. The music was loud and the drinks were cheap so we would end up having a great night. We were dancing away when we saw a group of men all looking at our group. We smiled amongst each other. I looked at them again and I knew who I wanted straight away. I could tell he ws a Vampire but I wasn't bothered about that we knew that Vampires were just like humans could be good or evil.

Hazel was excited as they started walking with Piper staying at their back and Billy at their front as he was with the torchlight. They got to a narrow path and the torchlight seized to on. "What happened?" Hazel was quick to ask. "I do not know. I guess it is the battery!" He started hitting it but it would not on. "Come on, let us keep going" Willow spoke as he stopped bugging the torch and they resumed walking. They got to the path that had skulls, drenched in blood, with a candle, lit up and placed on the top of the skulls. Blood was dripping down from the eyes and mouth of the skulls as Willow flinched. The skulls were arranged in rows.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h