Halo 40k นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"You're overwriting yourself! There won't be anything left of you to inhabit the world we're saving!" Kael didn't look at her. He couldn't. His eyes were now two voids of pure, destructive interference. "THE NOISE... IS... THE ONLY... CONSTANT," a voice that wasn't Kael's—a chorus of a thousand Quenched—echoed through the chamber. The Auditor’s Final Move Sensing that their "Cleaners" had been blinded, the Auditors did something they hadn't done in ten thousand years. They stopped trusting their sensors. The "Halo" of ships began to descend into the atmosphere. If they couldn't hit the Earth from orbit, they would burn it from the inside out. They were coming down to "The Surface," abandonin

Ignoring all my inner thoughts I went to the canteen but as my luck goes. I had to collide with non other than her.... oh and I forgot to tell you. Her name is Amara. such a beautiful name. Oh shit not again with the pervert mind. I scolded my inner demons.and you know what...she can really fight. I didn't knew a girl to be so fierce and that too...towards me. I ignored her and left that place because I was in no mood to fight. I went to the library which is my second favorite place in this whole world... well first is a secret I'll tell you once the time is right. I took my favorite book "The love within". I flipped the pages as I munched over my food. But suddenly something caught my eye..

that was kept secret from most people and that he should never reveal it to anyone he didn't already know. He shuddered when he heard of the Four Forces of Chaos, the greatest Evil, who were constantly striving to destroy the realm of mankind. There was a god of blood, Khorne, the master of slaughter, whose followers laughed in battle and filled themselves with an endless thirst for carnage. It was the great mutant Centch who transformed his worshipers and taught them the darkest secrets of magic. Nurgle was a plague whose followers spread fire and disease to the farthest reaches of the universe. Slaanesh was a fallen god of unspeakable pleasures. He now knew enough of some of their worship

Kael’s waveform flickered back into a jagged, violet line, his digital silhouette reassembling from the silver soot. “Aria... the ridge...” Kael’s voice gasped through the speakers, a series of urgent, distorted chirps. “Halloway is broadcasting on the 0-0-1 emergency band. He’s calling for a ceasefire.” I shifted my focus to the monitors. The GBCA crawlers on the ridge had stopped charging their rods. They were reversing, heavy armored treads churning the frozen mud in a frantic retreat from the dome’s edge. Director Halloway appeared on the secondary feed. His pristine white gloves were gone. One sleeve had been torn away to reveal a pale, trembling arm. Behind him, his command deck lay in

One was desperate for freedom and the other terrified of the unknown. A single howl pierced the night and Lucas’ eyes immediately jumped to the source, narrowing slightly when he saw the familiar golden form of Hecate standing in front of the she wolves. He hadn’t even noticed Chloe shift, despite the fact he could hardly keep his eyes off of her, and his first instinct was to reach out and make sure that she was okay. He refrained though. It had Ares bristling and his own skin crawling but something was telling him to trust Chloe to see them through.

At the other side of the room was another hallway, but this one had led to a set of stairs going up. Relief flooded Kat. In a silent consensus, they begin to head towards the hall, but then the glass walls around them exploded in a shower of shards. A black flash resembling a comet zoomed from the arch they’d come from, solidifying into the towering form of Halvar. Without wasting any time, the old general charged at Kat, his clenched fist wrapped in an aura of darkness.

Brightness. It was all that I saw towards the end. Zeus and Lucifer were about to attack each other for the last time, the final strike, the last clash, the moment that would destroy the portals between Heaven and Hell and leave all the souls in one single realm. The second that they began to move towards each other, I let my consciousness return back to my body and my eyes shot wide open. Brightness. It felt like it lasted forever, but it slowly vanished to reveal a blue sky above, not a single cloud in sight. It was silent now, the war was over.

He could lose everything, but he couldn't lose her. Malakai took Eden's halo and broke it in half creating two horns instead. The halo that represented innocence was what Malakai broke and turned it into a killer. He took an angel and turned her into a devil. But deep down, she always remained an angel. Malakai's angel. Even with her broken halo. So, like I said. This wasn't a story about heroes and villains, this was all about the villains. Because villains will always be villains if the heroes tell the story. So I decided to tell you a story from the villain's point of view.

There was only the low, violet thrum of the Whirlpool-Core and the steady breathing of a ship that had become a living cathedral. ​Kaelen Vane stood at the forward viewport, watching the first light of a new galactic cluster begin to pierce the obsidian curtain. This was the Hercules-Sector, a region of space so far removed from the Milky Way that even the Directorate’s ancient maps referred to it only as “High-Yield Potential: Unclaimed.”

"I'm... I'm back." "You're whole," I say, smiling. Harlan looks around the mindscape. He frowns. "Almost," he says. He points to the distance. There, standing alone in the white void, is a door. It is heavy, black iron. Chains wrapped around it. It is pulsing with a red, angry light. "What is that?" Alex asks. "The fourth fragment," Harlan says, his voice trembling. We walk toward it. The air gets colder with every step.