Book Halo Novels & Stories

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.

“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.

She told me the alpha would come. Is Halo who she meant? I held her hands to my temples and nodded. I took a deep breath. Halo kneeled down in front of me and placed her forehead on mine. She continued her chant, but this time, I wasn't met with searing pain but serenity. Flashes of a life I never got the chance to see and experience flooded my mind. Images of Minnie and Kwen played like a camera reel. All the smiles and milestones. Kwen's first words. Her first steps. Her accomplishments... all of it was here. Minnie was there for all of it. That is until she wasn't. Tears fell from eyes, and I felt wrapped in warmth. I opened my eyes to those of Halo's. She had tears of her own, but in the

A mate mark. “I’m happy for you,” Lydia said. Thalia smiled. “I’m happy too. And Knox… he’s a good guy. I’ve seen how you two look at each other.” Lydia smiled faintly. “Yeah, I guess so.” Thalia pulled out a necklace. The pendant was a woman’s head with snakes for hair—Medusa. It looked golden, but it felt alive. “This is my parting gift,” Thalia said, placing it around Lydia’s neck. “I can’t say goodbye at the garage—it’ll break me. So remember me until we meet again.”

Ophelia led the infiltration team. Inside, the vault was sterile. Cold. Rows of cryo-chambers, tanks, and prototype weapons lined the walls. But at the center — suspended in light — was a case. Within it, a single strand of golden DNA floated in magnetic stasis. Ophelia’s breath hitched. Halo Prime. The original gene. Pure. Unaltered. She reached for it. And alarms screamed. “Move!” Carl shouted from behind, dragging her down as energy bolts lit the chamber.

He looked at the monitor, then at me. "Mommy?" Leo whispered. His voice was a tectonic groan, vibrating through the floorboards. "Papa... he doesn't smell like the rain anymore. He smells like... like the machine." I couldn't tell him that Kael had just killed his own soul to give us a weapon. I could only watch as the bone-white claw of the Collector vessel finally slammed through the remaining basalt pylon, its jagged teeth inches from Leo’s quartz head. Halloway, still on his knees by the dais, looked at the monitor. His bionic eye spun frantically as he read the first few names on the saved list. His jaw dropped, the plastic of his mask cracking.

she muttered to Katherine, who was fixed on the ground, uneasy under the man's piercing gaze. Katherine's smile felt forced as she fidgeted, her fingers twisting together. "Katherine Danvers Thompson," she stammered, introducing herself. Halo's smirk sent shivers down her spine as he took her hand, his lips grazing the back of it. His touch was cold, calculating. Releasing her hand, Halo's gaze bored into hers. "Halo King," he said, his voice low and menacing. Katherine's breath hitched, her heart racing. His voice was as dangerous as his appearance.

Vera snapped, "What are you talking about? I have proof." She dug into her pocket and pulled out an old red bracelet, holding it out to Sean. "This should be enough to prove who I am, right?" Sean stared at her as if she had lost her mind. "Are you serious? What's wrong with you?" It was then that I recognized the red string bracelet. It was the very one I had lost not long ago. I had assumed it was gone for good, but it turned out Vera had taken 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

he spits. I squat down to his level. I raise my shirt and there, just above my waistband on my hip, is the Damned Forsaken crest of a raven with a skeletal wing and head sitting atop a skull with a halo leaning against it on one side and a gun on the other. His eyes widen in acknowledgment.