Halik Casts Novels & Stories

He could feel the Source Code shifting beneath the surface of reality, the mathematical architecture of the universe groaning under the weight of obligations that predated its existence. "Haley," Jack transmitted over the comms. "Status on the beacon corruption?" Down in the Obsidian Lab, Haley Sterling was sitting cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by a ring of scented candles she'd stolen from Katherine's office, her eyes blazing with chaotic white light. The Hollow Sphere floated in front of her, still transmitting its impossible signal.

" Malakai smirked when he thought of the answer. "We're ghosts baby." Malakai responded and Eden wanted to laugh, but she was so confused at the same time. "Huh? The fuck do you mean?" Eden said and looked up to see a mischievous glint in her boyfriend's eyes. "I have someone, a hacker, his name is Rhys. He'd remove everyone's DNA, their information and everything there is about them off the systems of the world. When you joined the agency, he did the same. In short, we don't exist little one." Malakai said and Eden's eyes widened. She never knew the extent to which Malakai could go.

“Ain’t you tired, well I'm suck of your boring games. You won't win anyway, because I'm here. I'm the gamer.” Hazard scoffed, stand close to her. Kenzo stood up, and stood in between them, pushing Elina behind him. Elina step forward pushing kenzo behind. “I got this.” “Oh, what's this?” Hazard laughed. “Youuu..” she slurred. “I’m sure if you know who kenzo is you won't stick to him.” “I’m tired of hearing that shit.” “Oh!” “And listen you dick!” “Wow! I see, kenzo is taking good care of you. Let's see how long it will last.”

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.

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?

The sound echoes far too loud in the emptiness. The deeper I walk, the colder it gets. Wind whips off the water, carrying the scent of salt and oil, biting at my skin. The lamps overhead hum and buzz, moths fluttering in frantic circles around the weak glow. I wrap my arms around myself, shivering, eyes darting to the shadows that cluster between the beams. And then I see him. Nico. He leans against the railing halfway down the pier, cigarette smoke curling up around him, his silhouette carved sharp against the glow of the city lights across the water.

Layla rolled her eyes once more. She had just confessed to her friends that she was held at knifepoint by a junkie weirdo and all they wanted to do was talk about her kissing a biker. "His name is Marrok," she admitted. "Marrok Kenneally." "Marrok Kenneally, what a strange name for a biker," said Amy trying to recall any bikers she'd ever heard of with that name. "What's his club name?" "The Howler M.C. I think," replied Layla thinking back to Brick and his impressive patches.

They had their hoods up, but as soon as one of the women walked up to Kai, they all let them down to show their faces. I gasp when I realise who these women are; The Volkov Witches. Ebony skinned and blue-eyed, beautiful in every way. I look at the one standing next to Kai, and I am stunned at what I see; this witch had white, smokey eyes similar to the one I saw in my vision. She had an intricate red crescent moon tattoo beneath her eye as well. Was she the leader? She takes the hand in which Kai was holding the torch and signs over it while whispering before Kai walks to light the pyre. They all have their arms aloft while chanting something in which I could only assume was Russian.

the man remarked with a lick of his lips. Black energy swirled constantly around the man, whose name was Halbert Joal. He was a core disciple of Cesun's Yellow Ghost Sacred Land. Possessing exceptional demonic abilities, his attainment level was only surpassed by the Evil Sect's chosen one. He served as the primary force sent by the Yellow Ghost Sacred Land to enter the Starry Sky Battlespace.

Halrik sat on the floor in the dark, mumbling to himself in an old dialect she could barely understand. “She sang to me,” he whispered. “She promised a feast. She showed me teeth made of god-bone. They float. They float when they feed.” “Halrik,” Maya snapped, grabbing his collar. “You said this trench was just deep. Just dangerous. You didn’t say it was cursed.” He looked up, eyes glassy. “It’s not cursed. It’s awake.” The lights flickered, then went out. Darkness clung to them like breath on glass. Jonas groaned behind her, conscious again.