Halo 40k Novels & Stories

“His warehouse. His shipments. His men. Gone.” Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t flinch. “And tomorrow?” she asks. “Tomorrow he bleeds again.” She looks at me for a long moment, then reaches for my hand. Her fingers brush the torn skin at my knuckles, gentle where the world is not. “Saint,” she whispers. “How many wars can you fight before one swallows you?” I don’t answer. I can’t. Because I know the truth, there is no end. Not until one of us is dead.

"We didn't activate the frequency to call for dinner guests. We did it to save our people from a tyrant." "Intent is irrelevant to the stars," the woman replied. She raised her golden spear, and the holographic map above the plaza zoomed in. A cluster of red dots was moving toward our solar system—slow, inexorable, and massive. "They are the 'Harvesters of the Pale.' They consume worlds where the latent blood has reached maturity. They are coming for the very silver that now flows in your veins." "How long?" Leo asked, his voice cracking. He was already leaning over the balcony, his mind clearly racing through the physics of interstellar travel.

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.

My heightened senses immediately picked up the echoing sounds of the mike as one of the elders made his speech. "For too long, we have allowed the nightcrawlers to lurk in the shadows of our streets, forests, and pack lands, but no more. We can no longer sit back and watch as these vile creatures get stronger by the day, enough to destroy everything we have now... Hope." Elder Dmitri spoke, gesturing his hand as if to demonstrate something as intangible as hope. The main hall was packed with all types of alphas. Everyone who is anyone has come here. All alphas and their sons from the strongest to the weakest bloodline.

She mused, eyeing her, and then her gaze flickered to Hunter. At the same time, Armando's best fighter stepped out of the portals surrounding them. There were so many of them. His whole army was there except him. "Put me down," She whispered and Hunter obliged but still held her close. "I'm excited," Lennox grinned like a psychopath and charged at them followed by Luca. A warrior tried to attack Silvia but Hunter stepped forward. Silvia noticed Rachael was chanting a spell to attack Hunter. Inhaling sharply Silvia used her magic and raised herself in the air as she attacked Rachael who dodged her attack.

As we turn a corner, we hear voices coming from further down the hall. I motion for the others to hide behind some nearby suits of armor as I inch closer to the source of the voices. Peering around the corner, I see two Silver Hunters guarding a door at the end of the hall. One of them is tall and muscular, his face twisted in a scowl. The other is smaller and wiry, his eyes darting back and forth as if he's nervous. I recognize the door they're guarding as the entrance to one of the unused classrooms. Is this where they're keeping Nora and any other prisoners?

Everything changes. A cold spike hits my chest. Sharp. Sudden. Wrong. The cabin fades. The warmth disappears. The smell of cedar and dinner and Noah’s humming vanishes. I’m standing in the Nothing. The empty. The dark. The place between worlds. And he’s there. Not my father. Not the man who held me in the dark and told me he loved us. This is the other one. The Hallow wearing Brad’s face. His eyes blaze with shadow and flame, furious and wild. “You let him mark you.” His voice cracks through the Nothing like thunder.

“How shameful … all of this trouble is caused by my decision, and I’ll take responsibility for everything. But now, I have to finish my mission! That’s why … LST-class Herrscher of Squad 105, Cornelio Halozy.” Cornelio a bit surprised. “Please lead us to end this war!” said the PRD-class. Cornelio look at the other Squad 44 member, and seems like they want him to be their leader. “Hmph!” Cornelio smirked. “You guys really play this game in safe zone all this time, right?” said Cornelio. Squad 44 can’t doubt that. “Jeez … at least deny it if I’m wrong or too rude.” Said Cornelio.

Ben, shivering but standing tall. Valerius, howling at the violet beam, challenging it. Marcus, racking his shotgun. Haley, activating her drone swarm. Mom and Dad, holding hands, ready to face their past. Katherine, stepping out of the cockpit with a rifle in her hand. "Forty-eight hours," I said, my voice amplified by the Void energy swirling around us. "Let's go close a door." I started walking toward the light. Behind me, the screen inside the cockpit flashed red:

They want to show each other that their respective thoughts are true. "Come to your senses, Lord." David hoped in his heart. David blinked his eyes, succumbing to the look. Giving in as if to agree with Adam's words, even though in his heart he was still at the beginning. "You understand, right?" Asked Adam. David nodded slowly. "I understand and understand very well." The answer. "If you are in love and are now being blinded by love." He continued to himself. "But in my opinion, you should be careful and stay alert. Sometimes we don't realize that the enemy we have been looking for is just hiding behind a blanket. We don't know if the enemy we are looking for is actually around us