Fanfic Halo Novels & Stories

I asked, wondering if anyone had noticed the mate bond, which was impossible because the triplets didn’t even know we were mates. “You haven’t seen the blast on Fangtastic Diaries?” she asked and I stared at her wide eyed. “What’s that?” “A blog that documents everyone’s mishaps as they happen,” she said, showing me a video of me moaning to the triplets’ names and attempting to kiss Ryder. Knowing who did it made my brows wrinkle immediately. “The blonde with a ponytail!” I exclaimed. “Fae Stormclaw? Oh, you do not want to mess with her. She is Ryder’s girlfriend, and her fairies will come for you.” Hazel said, but I could not care less.

Finally dropped the fake halo and showed up like the villain she really was. "If you behave, I might let you live long enough to die of old age." Cute. Real generous of her. Even if I'd been totally clueless, they still would've wiped me out. Just like last time—erase, delete, gone. Lillian cracked up, loud and unhinged. "You did this to yourself! Rot here! Everything you had? Mine now!" In my last life, I never got why Bobby and Whitney backed her. She might've "saved" them, sure, but I was their son's wife. That used to mean something, right?

A lot of men you won't originally just come across and that alone shows how powerful even Halo's places were to give these men so much peace. I strode deeper into the club, making my way through a dimly lit corridor, untill I reached a large, lavish room. Halo was already there, sitting on one of the couches in the room, sipping from his glass of whiskey. He didn't look surprised to see me– then again, he never did. “Luca,” Halo greeted me, his voice calm with something lacing it. His intentions were always shown in his voice but it was hard to place a hand on it. “I didn't expect you so soon. What brings you into my den?”

"I'd love to." Can you make a chapter in Hailey's Point of view? It should start from the part where Zac asked Hailey to be his girlfriend

If a happy wolf made me feel this peculiar how impossible would a violent, aggressive one be. However I understand that with Halo I shall never feel the sting of loneliness again. /You are learning quickly/ Halo purred, sending a wave of warmth, like settling into a warm bath down my body. /Now eat. Don’t be shy because you are a petite woman, eat everything because we cannot shift without fuel./ Another twenty-four hours of rest were enforced upon me by Martha. Insisting on feeding me pies, sausages, cheeses and every other gluttonous delight I was amazed at how much I could consume without feeling full.

HAYLEE ~<>~ Euphoria beat through me as I fell into a peaceful slumber. Xalen’s scent and arms wrapped around me, helping me fall deeper and deeper into a realm I didn't know existed. Although I was unconscious and deeply asleep, I was still conscious of the way my heartbeat decreased. The slow thump in my chest propelled me—or better still, propelled my soul—into a dimension where I felt like some floating but lost angel. With Xalen in my bedroom, where he just made me cum… made me a woman. Even the thought of that made this floating angel smile and find her way within an unfamiliar dimension. But that wasn’t the point I was trying to make.

The kind that makes your spine stiffen and your instincts scream run before your brain understands why. Subject 07. He was tall, lean, wearing the old Academy combat uniform — the one retired after the first Halo disaster. His skin was marked with silver veins, pulsing faintly beneath the surface like live wires. His eyes? Black. No whites. No pupils. Just void. “Ophelia Wolfe,” he said, voice flat, mechanical. “You are not authorized to carry Halo data outside the Observation Chamber.” Ophelia narrowed her gaze. “I wasn’t aware my own memories were property.”

CHAPTER 62: THE BINDING RIFT The Veil’s core sanctum pulses with fading light, its crystalline walls fracturing under the weight of rifts, the realm’s wastes a shattered dream beneath twin suns long extinguished, the Veil’s heart a faltering hymn tethered to my frail essence and Elara’s vision of coexistence. My crescent mark flickers, a silver ember on the brink of collapse, my essence a delicate thread weaving the Veil’s pulse, a guardian’s duty teetering on the edge. Cassia holds me upright near the sanctum’s core, her crimson aura blazing, her amber eyes fierce with the Hollow’s fire, her strength anchoring my fading soul, silver scars tracing my arms. My human form trembles, wings a dre

That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”

"He was my friend and the leader of our clan. Of course he loved me." "You know what I'm talking about." "No, I don't. Why don't you explain it?" "Franklin was gay." "There's no way you could know that." "I can access your memories through touch." Nicolas slowly removed his hand from the vampire's. "I loved Franklin but not in the way he needed." Nicolas took a deep breath, the truth dawning. "The cats kept me alive because they wanted my memories." Vorlyk didn't blink. "Yes."