Halo 40k Novels & Stories

"What are you?" A Council member asked in bewilderment. My eyes found his. I then took a slow spin to make sure they all got a good look at me. I stopped once I faced the council again. "I am Halo. I am Kwen's wolf. I am the daughter of a Missy Moore, a human. I am the daughter of Brandon Blackwolf, an alpha. Edward Gaines, you've accused me of not being of my father's lineage, yet you blatantly ignored the obvious. My hair, the one thing that sets me apart from everyone else. I have the mark of the Goddess Chosen. A mark you've tried to ignore. My grandmother, Tori Blackwolf, comes from a long line of Chosens. Did you think I dyed my hair this color? I was born with it."

A message from an unlisted number: > YOU SHOULD CHOOSE A SIDE, CALDER. BECAUSE SOON, YOU WON’T HAVE ONE. He didn’t reply. He just deleted it. And walked back into the dark. Sera - Two Hours Later She found it. A pattern Elise hadn’t meant to leave. In three different cities, over the past four months, someone had triggered the same closed-door signal. A signal used only when Halo assets were disavowed. The coordinates formed a triangle. And in the dead center of it: Philadelphia. Not flashy. Not strategic.

Darian’s POV The throne felt colder tonight. Darian Rhadamanthys Draven sat upon the black stone carved from obsidian, older than empires, colder than death. The flames in the great hall of the Obsidian Moon Pack danced across the polished marble floor, reflecting the deep red of his eyes. But they offered no warmth, no comfort. Power had long since dulled into routine. Fear was commonplace. And loneliness... loneliness had rooted itself in the marrow of his bones like a second skin.

Tristan said under his breathe with a huff. Lord Kys pulled out a bejeweled weapon from beneath his cloak and handed it to Trix. One jewel shone bright and reminded her off the one within her pocket. She gripped the hilt and attempted to open it but Lord Kys placed his hands over hers and shook his head. “Not here,” he whispered. “And for you young edor,” he said to Tristan, who stiffened comically. Trix’s eyes widened then narrowed. What was an edor? Was that his name? It was most definitely an odd one.

She was on birth control, thankfully—two children were already a handful. We hadn’t chosen their names. Halo said they were children of prophecy, born with their destinies carved into them. Aksel and Liv. My precious son and daughter. My life vowed to protect them. --- While I brooded, I caught sight of a shadow lurking near the trees. Not the first time. Halo believed they were evil spirits sent by the Rejected Witches, searching for the prophesied babies. Their auras were shielded with the bracelets she’d given them—but for how long?

The dark forest started to clear as I flew forward on my delicate wings. The first thing to catch my eye in the firelight was Kezia strapped to a pole in the middle of the nexus circle surrounded by what looked to be human bones. The rose bushes that were planted six years ago were the size of people, bushy, and well cared for. Their blooms were just starting to fade as the fall equinox rose. A hundred or so crystals sparkled in the moonlight spread out over the complicated circles drawn in the dirt. Mila stood at the edge of the circle chanting in a language I couldn't make out.

A Macrocosm Ancestral God stepped forward and said smilingly, “If you don’t mind me asking, which universe are you from?” “I’m Forty-nine from the Twelfth Universe.” The Macrocosm Ancestral Gods were startled and slightly backed away from him. Forty-nine from the Twelfth Universe had gone viral in every universe. Every universe knew that Santino, a Three-Power Macrocosm Ancestral God, was killed by Forty-nine outside the Chaos of the Twelfth Universe. “Welcome to the First Universe, Forty-nine.” “I’ve heard a lot about you, Forty-nine.” “We’ll take our leave first.”

It was bathed in a dazzling radiance that blinded every entrant, including Sian, Uzair, and even Tobias and Raymond. Six luminous orbs were each surrounded by a halo as they floated in the air directly above them. The glowing halo was a protection, and they could more or less discern what lay within the halo. The first halo held a violet plaque. It occasionally erupted in bursts of golden flames that were so hot that they seemed to burn through space itself. Even seasoned level nine supreme saints like Uzair could feel their souls tremble when they approached the scorching flames. Severin said, "That seems to be Wildfire's combat techniques and divine arts!"

NIGHT. HALO engages night and heat vision, watching the mercenaries become red figures against the intense brightness of the night-vision in his optics. He unholsters then raises his rifle, and a light sound of metal emanates as he disperses one of the quarter-sized disks. It falls in the centre of the enclosure, and one mercenary looks down. Shining his flashlight on the ground. He sees it, grows alarmed as his head tilts in confusion, but he picks it up and sticks it in his pocket.

His voice was as dangerous as his appearance. Unlike Quentin's childlike innocence, Halo exuded darkness. His face was stoic, emotionless, and chiseled. "Bye, Katherine," Quentin called out, getting into the car. As they drove away, Katherine exhaled, unaware she'd been holding her breath. Who was Halo King? And why did he make her skin crawl?