Book Halo Novels & Stories

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

Blend in, keep your head down, and move on before anyone gets too close. As she walked down the bustling hallway, murmurs and whispers followed her. She was used to it. She didn't just blend in. She found her locker and fumbled with the combination, her hands trembling slightly. As she opened it, she caught a glimpse of herself in the small mirror inside. Her long, curly silver hair cascaded down her back like molten moonlight, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. It was the kind of hair that defied explanation, the kind that drew eyes and sparked curiosity exactly what she didn't need.

"I handed it over to my best friend, Reymond, a Man I know I could trust with leading both kinds with Love and Compassion if I succeeded." "Daniel's Father?" She asked with wide eyes and I nodded. "Yes, Sweetheart." Nodding her head in comprehension I added, "Other different bloodlines like those where your mate's Beta, Gammas, and guards come from just served the ruling ones." "That means the Halo actually belongs to your kind." She visibly tensed and her heart raced as she seemed lost in something.

Because he wasn’t sure if it was a lie or not. He stood, dressed in silence, and walked barefoot to the main terminal. Halo’s primary root node glowed in the corner of the room, a pulsing red light inside the wall, hidden behind matte glass. He slid his palm over the lock and spoke the phrase: > “Override: Calder 11-Beta. Admin tier: root zero.” The wall opened like a secret he hadn’t meant to tell. Inside, three drives sat nestled into neural socket ports glowing faint blue. He removed the third.

“Something unstoppable.” Isla met his eyes. “I already am. Just not the way you wanted.” Hale exhaled slowly. “ECHO exists to protect humanity from uncontrolled advancement. Lyra forgot that boundary. You are… proof of her brilliance and her failure.” Christopher stepped closer to Isla, an unspoken line drawn. “So what now? You lock her up? Cut her open and see what’s left?” Hale turned to a console and gestured. A hologram bloomed in the air between them—schematics Isla recognized instantly.