Halo Artbook Novels & Stories

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.

Her smile twitched, just for a second, before she snapped on that fake sweetness. "Clara, what are you doing here? Go wait in my office, okay? I'll find you after the interview." That soft tone? Instant charm bomb. A few more employees practically melted. Last time around, Arthur and I were in the same car when it crashed. He died shielding me. I made it out, barely—broken and spiraling. I backed off from the company. Gave up. Then Lillian showed up, all sweet and grateful, saying she just wanted to pay me back for sponsoring her.

Yam sliced it open slowly, hands trembling. Inside was their book. “The Art of Staying.” Cover: a sunflower. A crooked shelf. Two mugs—one chipped. And behind it all, the suggestion of a fan, mid-spin. Franc stared at it like it might whisper back. “Feels unreal,” Yam said. Franc flipped through pages. Some with artwork. Others with Yam’s poetry. Their story—wired beginnings and all—now bound in matte finish. “I think this book breathes,” Franc said.

says Hala, reaching into her pocket to pull out her jewelry clutch, and walks toward the pool, "I've got a little something for you." From her clutch, Hala pulls out a single tapered silver bracelet. Pencil-lead sized bars in three rows link together and reflect light from the opening above. Held in her hand, it's like a tiny argent waterfall frosen in time that glitters as light dances off the metal surface.

"That's another way of saying you planned it." "I prefer my version." The guards began lifting the larger trunks. "Careful!" I hurried toward one of them. "That chest is fragile." The young guard immediately adjusted his grip. "My apologies, Luna." "And those books stay together," I added, pointing toward the shelves. "They're arranged for a reason." Cael folded his arms behind me. "I wasn't aware books had feelings." I turned to glare at him. "They don't." "So separating them won't hurt." "It will hurt me."

A hint of mischief touched the corner of his mouth. "Oh yes." He turned without another explanation, leading them away from the towering histories and meticulously organised records, disappearing between another maze of shelves. "I'll show you my favourites." Arkael led them away from the towering shelves of histories and laws, weaving through narrower aisles where the shelves gradually changed. The leather bindings became brighter, as though imagination itself carried colour that history could never quite contain. Illustrated spines replaced solemn rows of dates and treaties. Gold leaf shimmered across embossed covers depicting creatures Adelaide had never seen before. Tiny dragons curled t

I knew I'd seen him before, but I couldn't quite place him. As he reached me, I noticed the way he toward above me, his body exuding power and charm. He extended his hand and introduced himself, his voice deep and alluring. "Hello, my name is Hermes Gustavus," he said with a warm smile. The moment he mentioned his name, I realized who he was. Hermes Gustavus was a renowned art collector, with a vast collection of some of the most stunning works of art in the world. He was known for his impeccable taste, and many artists aspired to have their works showcased in his collection.

Artemisia had briefly forgotten that that day wasn't normal, she's starting to realize, and think, that maybe she's not the one who's going crazy. The girl approached the shelves and Helga's voice danced again in her mind. "The navy blue cover book will tell you a story, I can't tell you which one, only the book is entitled to that." Artemisia didn't understand, but soon found the book near the second door. It was a heavy book, but not as thick as expected. It had a glow reminiscent of sunbeams touching the greenish water of a river or lake. It also had nymphs drawn on the cover and side of the leaves.

Leone sassed We all laughed as he kept rolling his eyes at James and Silas. “Well like I said, I will be over there for the weapon distribution. From what I saw from Kiara’s memory, they are really lit. Their uncle, Hephaestus created it for them. They’ve even got attires. A fucking assemble for when a fight breaks out. I really really want” Matthews whined “Haha so bad…you won’t get… I will be getting and rocking the fuck out of it” Stephanie teased “Ugh I will talk to Chaos tomorrow so I can come see. You guys have got my interest so peeked.” Richard grunted out

Chapter 54 The Gift The Halo deck shimmered to life, its holographic projections weaving a breathtaking tapestry of color and light. Niklaus and Kie had chosen a Starlit night: a view from Heaven. It was amazing it seemed like you were walking on thin air among the stars in the Heavens.