Halo Artbook Novels & Stories

"It’s a Coordinate. The Guest didn't just give us its history; it gave us its Identity." ​The "First Book" wasn't a physical object. It was a Localized Projection. As the ship’s crystalline hull merged back with the Sahara Sprout, the emerald-gold canopy of the desert began to ripple. The light didn't just pulse; it organized. ​The Holographic City

Without looking to Owen for confirmation, I say, “We do. Please, explain.” She opens her bag and removes a few tattered paperbacks. The spines are unreadable, they’ve been cracked in so many places. One is missing a cover. All of them have a forest of neon tabs jutting out from their sides. I hear Hannah’s audible gasp of delight and admiration. I’m surprised she doesn’t ask for the brand, style, and inventory number of the tabs. “Our pack is so obsessed with the story of our origins, that we ignore the story of our ending.” She opens one of the books and it lays flat, pages perilously close to falling out. There’s a woodcut illustration of Fenrir devouring Odin.

But I knew some hill folk—especially a hoodoo man named Clive Hartley—who could read Latin, so I put it aside for later. I looked back into the box and of course, that’s when I found it. The book that’s caused all this trouble. The Way of Ah-Tzenul. Course, that’s not what’s printed on the cover. There’s a picture of some sorta tribal man squatting down with both hands raised to the sky etched into the cover and traced in silver. Otherwise, it’s a plain-looking book, all bound in pebbly black leather.

I’m seeing things I haven’t been privy to in years, seeing faces and people even though I don’t know them. /“What’s happening to me, Halo?”/ I ask her as I’m laying on the bed with my arm slung over my eyes. /“This doesn’t make any sense to me.”/ Slowly, the darkness dissipates and Halo’s negative appearance comes into view. She’s sitting on her hind legs with her head tilted slightly to the side, a curious expression etched on her face. /“I’ve told you before, Chloe Jane,”/ she starts. /“Your mind is conjuring up some vivid images now that you’ve had a sneak peek at what the world looks like. Have you tried to up your sights to twice a day?”/

The confident, untouchable star athlete who had charmed the entire campus… powerless against the fortress she had built around herself. Back in her room that night, Nora set up a new canvas. This painting would not be delicate or forgiving. This painting would not be beauty for the sake of admiration. It would be fire, anger, pain, and defiance poured into color and shape. Crimson streaks of rage bled across the canvas. Black swirls of hurt twisted into sharp shapes. Gold highlights burned like hope she refused to allow herself to feel.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Lawson. It was an emergency, so we drew roughly 150 mL of your blood. How are you feeling now?" Before he could finish, Andre hurriedly handed me some health supplements he had bought earlier. "Cynthia, pick anything you like and take a bit right away!" I waved him off. "It's fine. I just got up too quickly and felt a bit dizzy, but I'm okay now." Vera clicked her tongue in disapproval. "Cynthia, I'm telling you, don't push yourself in this situation." She sneered. "Do you really believe they only drew 150 mL? I don't! They're definitely lying to you!"

The egg chamber hummed with pink light. Haley Sterling sat cross-legged on the crystallized floor, the newborn spark curled in her cupped palms like a firefly made of liquid gold. Her off-key humming filled the cathedral-sized cavern with sound that was simultaneously terrible and perfect, a melody that the mathematical architecture of reality itself leaned toward like a plant seeking sun.

“Vera… Gabriel… the halo around the moon… it’s changing.” I felt it before the words even hit the air—the temperature in the room dropped. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end as I turned toward the messenger. The walls of the tent seemed to pulse, as though the very land itself was reacting. “The halo…” the messenger’s voice shook. “It’s thickening, turning red at the edges.” The room fell silent, the weight of the words hanging heavy. Everyone turned to the large window, their gazes drawn to the sky outside.

"His eyes are as beautiful as the blue sea, and his face so captivating to innocence. Within his outer heart you cannot see, but deep in his arms are incisions you can read. A golden phoenix that burns itself again to live, such is the future he envisaged to be in. Stroked across with dark brushes of burnt like a wolf crest, to show that even if he left his identity all would still be evident." And exactly in those rhymes that Hama had read to her only once, she could relive the sight of the picture over and over in her head. The diagram on Arturo's arm was the same. The color of his eyes now lingered in her head too, that it could slightly match the color of hers. And the shock of it ever b

I want to read! I stood up the sofa and half run to the books. Damn all my fav’s are here! This is heaven! I got a book entitled ‘The stars of us’. Just as I was about to read the first page of the book, my phone vibrated from my pocket. Ohhh, it’s Elocin. I know what she wants, probably can wait to hear what I was gonna say so she would like to talk about it on the phone. Gosh! “Hello” I answered.