Halo 40k Novels & Stories

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

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.

One battle will result in another, and eventually the entire world will be plunged into a terrible war that will bring total chaos. It was only three days until the day of the battle arrived. Kai and the rest of the wizards and sorceresses gathered in a deserted meadow near the forest, which was far enough from Tokyo that no mortal would be aware of what was about to happen here. Miyuki was also nearby, ready to stop the battle at all costs, even if she were to stand in the middle and wipe everyone off the face of the earth, and she felt that had the power to do so. Miyuki didn't want it, it wasn't a perfect solution, but if had to, she was ready to do it. And where Miyuki was, Aoi was, too,

( staring at Draco with rage in his eyes) DRACO : Unfortunately yes, he was a fine warrior… such a shame he had to meet such a pitiful end HAROLD : Thank you for being honest, now I’ll make you pay with your life….Heavenly art : aegis Harold covers himself with the lightening shield and launches himself towards Draco at near light speed but Draco easily dodges his punch and lands a kick on his own, which launches Harold a neat two hundred meters away from the battlefield, the other chosen driven by anger, sadness and grief immediately attack Draco from all sides with Draco finally having to land so it would be a grounded battle, the fight goes on for a little while with the Holy knights and

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.

Wide eyes all around watched her with curiosity, fear and wonder. "You're not a prince," she said feeling the cloak fall from her shoulders as she took another step forward. "Your a monster," she announced, just then a loud thunder boomed through the air and the lights went out. The screams of the party goers went silent. A purple light suddenly appeared, emitting from a pendant, that illuminated the face of breathtaking woman. Her eyes were like hot gold burning with fire. Her skin dark and smooth with freckles of silver. Her hair long and flowing, a sentinel being...alive.

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?

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.

The thought of appearing vulnerable sent a shiver down his spine. But the momentary distraction was all Halo needed. The rogue alpha seized the opportunity, his claws flashing in the sunlight. Claw after claw tore into Nathaniel's skin, ripping flesh and muscle. He collapsed, agony consuming him, his vision blurring. Blood pooled around his battered body, a crimson halo spreading across the ground. Halo's triumphant roar echoed through the battlefield, sending shivers through the pack. "Come on, get up and fight me!" Halo screamed, his voice dripping with malice.

“Also, there is the fact that Kalti's helpers are supernatural beings and he has to “Also, there is the fact that Kalti's helpers are supernatural beings and he has to keep its existence a secret. And, well, this poor guy's typical day at work isn't exactly a walk in the park. More laughter. Damien picked up a copy of Wild Fire. “Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to give you a taste of Kalti's world. The audience settled into their seats, relaxed but attentive. He opened the book near the beginning and began to read. "We have another press release." The words, spoken over the phone by Zachary Tennant at Sydney Morning Herald, hit Kalti with a straight right to the pit of the stomach. He