Halo 4 Villains Novels & Stories

I asked. “No one,” Amor said. “We are all just people trying to protect people we love by forsaking the lives of people who hold little to no values in our eyes. Killian. Zahir. Hikari. You. Me. We are all the same. We are all villains… this world has no hero because this world is no fiction.” I dropped my gaze, and so did everyone else. ‘It’s not the end…’ a voice echoed from the sky. Amor and I looked around frantically.

The four of them exuded an extremely sinister aura, even when facing Stalin, the *Sapphire-ranked Boar, they did not exude such a piercing aura to that extent. Halvir and Aefar locked their respective targets, Matteo and Kiel, unlike before they had argued, but now they immediately fought each other as soon as they met. Matteo and Kiel's subordinates were no exception. They also each locked onto their opponents, Aefar's subordinates. Amid the battle, Matteo's *Amethysts withdrew after a satisfying scan of the surroundings and unleashed several attacks. They left, leaving behind several of Kiel's *Amethysts.

“What?” His face moved closer as he answered, enjoying whatever ‘gotcha’ moment he thought he was having. “He’s not the eldest son of Moonspire’s Alpha. He’s the fourth. Your contingency plan to manipulate and leech off of someone new with ranked status isn’t going to work.” “That’s not what’s happening—”

The heavy silence in the decontamination airlock was shattered only by the relentless hum of the Acheron's atmospheric scrubbers. The Vanguard Commander stood perfectly still, a monolithic figure in vantablack armor, analyzing the raw desperation radiating from Dante and Elara. His polarized visor reflected their battered forms: Dante, bruised and defiant, wielding a crude titanium wrench like a broadsword; and Elara, shivering yet resolute, her thumb resting millimeters from the data drive’s biometric kill-switch. The four mercenaries flanking the Commander kept their suppressed submachine guns leveled, the crimson laser sights forming a constellation of lethal intent across Dante’s chest.

Valerius hissed. "You are truly Gabriel's daughter.” “You possess his intellect and Mavric’s cruelty." The door to Valerius’ room opened. A mysterious man entered. He wore a silver mask, a member of The Syndicate an organization far larger than The Council. "You have failed, Valerius," the masked man said. "You allowed your personal emotions to destroy the Chimera project.” “Now, the organization has decided to activate 'Phase 4'." "What? No! I can still get it!"

Delilah hissed trying to look for another glass of white wine completely ignoring Arielle who couldn't stand it thought of it. Arielle tagged along with Delilah still. "Then you should know there are two hitmen in this room." Arielle spilled. Delilah turned to face Delilah hoping she would call it a bluff. Arielle wiggled a brow hinting she wasn't. "I convinced the Schneider's that you wouldn't listen to my warning. I convinced them you'll react to a more solid threat so they let me hire two hitmen. One assigned to you and the other to your cousin over there." Arielle narrated. Delilah grace the entire room unsuccessfully fishing out the hitmen. "Oh you won't find them even if you get Theodo

That's what they all believed. It was reasonable for them to think that way. A spoiled wealthy girl and a naive innocent one. Who was the villain? Apparently, no one was on my side. People believe what they want to believe, and I was the one who got their anger. That was that. They couldn't be changed. But I did hold some grievances. I was pissed not because everyone hated me, but because of Annika Summers, the girl with an innocent face I used to take as my best friend.

"Let's see what we're doing for today." I clicked a folder on my computer. Employment process and staff checks. The main goal is to fish out Thor's pawns and eliminate them. But how will I know when he always makes sure to avoid suspicion? I twirled on my chair as if it'll make my thought process faster, it did. I stopped and opened a new page on the computer, typed in childhood. Thor doesn't recruit loyal people, he recruits people he has something against. People with something to lose, people like me.

Amid the wreckage, the Crimson Pact — the alliance of deserters and rebel vampires — teetered on the brink of collapse. In a makeshift bunker beneath the Abyss District, Evelyn entered the underground war room. Faces that had once been allies now wore suspicion. Adrian, former Delta-7 commander, the man who had once saved her from the Council. Lyra Voss, pure-blood renegade, who had sworn loyalty to Lucien. The rest were warriors — half-human, half-monster — who had once believed they could change the world. The air was heavy with silence. On the table lay a map of Valenfort, marked with countless red symbols — zones already seized by Seraphim.

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?