Halo Artbook Novels & Stories

I carefully run my hand over the crisp and dry covering, brushing the remaining grime away allowing the barely visible royal blue pigment to break through even more than it already had done before. Faded gold inscriptions decorate the book in its entirety while a hallow crescent moon sits delicately in its centre. Within its shape, tribal-inspired patterns flow gracefully within its confines, amplifying its already distinct beauty. I trace my finger above the intricate engravings, taking my time as I allow each and every detail to sink in and settle within my crammed mind, mesmerised by it almost hypnotically. A brief yet amplified dose of déjà vu hits me unexpectedly as my fingertip makes a

MEANWHILE BACK AT THE CHURCH HAROLD : Heavenly art : lightening spear Harold forms a lightening spear in his right hand and hurls it at a gathered group of demons, the attack decimates the demon group is was hurled at with it also causing a massive crater at the point of impact, more demons gather around Harold and attack him simultaneously HAROLD : Shit… Heavenly art : Aegis

Each stroke of the brush, each hue on the palette, each moment spent in contemplation was a celebration of the transformative power of art and its profound impact on the human spirit. As evening approached and the world basked in the warm glow of twilight, Hazel found herself once again standing at the threshold of the dream library. The ethereal light beckoned her to step inside and embark on another journey of artistic creation and exploration, inviting her to immerse herself in the depths of her creativity and vision. With a heart full of inspiration and a mind brimming with ideas, Hazel crossed the threshold and entered the dream library once more. The colors and shapes danced before her

The Secrets of the Tome Tension was high as Kael and Zara gathered close to the tower's base, the first dim rays of dawn piercing the dense fog. Zara lay on the chilly ground with the old book in her arms, as Kael stood guard, his blade still in hand. The warmth of the crystal, which had faded to a gentle light, served as a continual reminder of its existence. Zara traced the elaborate designs engraved on the leather as she brushed her fingers over the book's faded cover. Every design appeared to have a slight pulse, as though it were living. She whispered, "This book feels like it's breathing."

She had a black cloak over her overweight body and peeks of her white hair were visible from under the hood of the cloak. “Sit down,” she spoke, and I did. Xander took a seat beside me. He seemed a little bit uncomfortable. “Place your hand on the crystal,” she instructed me, and I did as I was told. She placed her wrinkled hands over mine and closed her eyes. For some unknown reason, my heart was beating fast. “I speak no direct words, so you’ll have to figure out on your own what I mean.” I slowly nodded and waited for her to tell me anything. “You may be beloved, but that’s not who you are thought to be. You are… much more. You’re a halo, a source of light that illuminates its surrounding

He was squatting in front of the halo and was placing the wires on it. The energy rays that radiated the halo in blue looked magnificent and the most beautiful sight to behold. The next thing on his mind was to get the spell book and flip through somethings in it's pages until the process was finished but Sarah's voice changed his plans. "Don't be scared, I'm almost done," Henry said, standing to his feet slowly while placing the last wire. He walked over to another table partly adjacent to the halo and picked a remote with just four buttons. Sarah couldn't catch a proper glimpse of the buttons but she could tell they were four and a large red one was in the middle. Which was the one he pres

The System began scanning the rows of scrolls and books, its internal mechanisms whirring as it processed the vast amount of information. After a moment, the System’s interface lit up, and a small holographic display appeared, pointing to a particular book on a high shelf. Danial’s eyes followed the display, landing on a tome with a cover adorned with intricate silver patterns. The title, written in elegant script, was "Ethereal Barrier Technique." With renewed hope, Danial carefully retrieved the book from the shelf. The cover felt cool to the touch, and the weight of the book suggested the depth of knowledge contained within. He opened it, revealing detailed illustrations and explanations

The dead center of the bared circle was two wide, tall, and elaborately decorated stone pillars that were curved into each other. I slowly walked towards the pillars trying to get a better look at them. I wished it were daytime so I could see it better. However, it looked like a mix of Celtic runes and Draygonian. I reached out and touched the carvings feeling a slight zap, like an electrical discharge, shot through my fingertips. With a yelp, I jumped back and instinctively shoved my tingling fingers into my mouth, then shook them, trying to wake them back up. "Powerful, aren't they?" a dark voice rumbled out.

"Elara? I... I saw the fire. I saw the pack house burning again. I couldn't get you out..." "It’s okay," I sobbed, pulling him into a hug. "It was the mist. It’s gone now." "It’s not gone," Hala said, appearing from the shadows of a cave. She was the only one who seemed unaffected, her silver-grey thread now glowing with a faint purple tint. "It has merely retreated to gather more strength. Your sister is not playing games, little bird. She is using the Coven’s darkest arts. She found your heart's desire and tried to use it as a hook."

“What does the Hallow want with her?” I close the book. The shadows freeze. Then lean in. Listening. “It wants what I want,” I say quietly. “What I’ve always wanted.” Jason’s eyes widen. “Brad… you’re scaring me.” “Good.” I stand, the prophecy book in my hand, the Hallow’s power crawling up my spine like a second heartbeat. “Raven is the key,” I whisper. “To ending this. To ending everything.” Jason shakes his head. “Ending what?”