Halo Artbook Novels & Stories

Ariana looked around the room for her one of her best friend's since childhood and the man who had nagged her to reopen her company. As if hearing her question, the door opened and young man walked in with a mug of coffee in one hand and a black book in the other. He was quite tall and lanky with sandy brown hair and hazel green eyes. Taking a sip from his mug, he walked over to Ariana and handed her the hardcover book. It was twelve by ten inches and two inches thick. Engraved in red print on the cover was the word, 'Mala Santa'. "These are the designs for this month." Raiden explained as he walked to his seat which was on the left of Ariana's.

Comfy furniture, bold paint colors in some rooms, pastels in others. Flowers and crystals adorned all the rooms. Artwork from Pack artisans hung on the walls, and sat on shelves and tables. Books lined bookcases. Turning to Elara, I wrapped her in a hug. “It’s perfect! Everything is just perfect.” “We hoped you would like it,” Elara replied, giving my scalp a kiss. “Where’s Halia?” “She’s finishing up the other house. Do you want to go over? It’s nearly identical to this one.” “Maybe in a minute. I should sit for a bit.” Kali started bouncing again.

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Without opening his eyes, Nathan frowned slightly and said, "Don't show it to me. It'll only hurt my eyes." "So you do know that it taints the eyes!" yelled Samuel. His eyes were about to go blind! What's with these young girls lately with all their idol chasing and dirty drawings! When Samuel left, he took Hilda's "little hobby" along with him. The little yellow book was privately printed and not publicly issued. There wasn't any information about the publishing house, but it only had the artist's name on the cover page.

He ventured to pick it up with his hands but the temperature of the halo melted off his hand, up to his shoulder level, and while he was screaming in pain and agony, Theresa gave him a death blow, clamped the halo with the hook rod, and ran off. She opened a door which she wasn't familiar with, and noticed as soon as she got in that the place was a morgue. She spotted the body of a girl and immediately ran towards her. She felt her skin and noticed that it was beginning to turn cold - it mustn't have been long since she died, and without thinking twice, she turned the girl over and placed the hot, glowing halo on her back. The halo melted into her skin, and the injuries from the burn healed

James’ body flashed. Holding the Forladtt Tower, he stopped above Rebella in the sky and sat down in a lotus position. At that instant, a bright halo appeared around Rebella and engulfed her. “The United Halo?” Tai Chi was taken aback. “This is a rare sight. This group of living beings is quite interesting.” Then, following the slow movement of the black-and-white gas, seventy out of the eighty-one layers of gray Tribulation Clouds above Rebella were removed.

He answered, dissapearing in a light green blinding light. "Whoa!" "Wonders shall never end." "First someone appears and disappears in a thick red smoke, then boom! another one disappears in a light green blinding light." Elinda talked to herself while pacing in the room. Again, she found herself drawn to the weird picture on the wall, and she took it down to get a closer look at it. When she immediately touched it, the walls behind it opened, displaying a small red cabinet. Out of curiosity, she opened the cabinet and found two golden bottles, which she immediately opened. She inhaled its contents, and a surprise gasp left her mouth. Blood! was what was in there.

“I know it sounds batshit insane. Like the caller’s hallucinating or screwing with me. But he knew things—details no one should. And if there’s even a chance…” Lysander held up a hand, stopping me. “It doesn’t sound insane. Not entirely.” I blinked, caught off guard. “What?” He pushed off the table, walking to a bookshelf in the corner crammed with art books, sketchpads, and a few dusty tomes that looked older than the school. He pulled one out—a thick, leather-bound volume with faded gold lettering: “Mythos and Metaphor: Ancient Lore in Modern Art.” He flipped through it, landing on a page with illustrations of snarling wolves under full moons, runes etched around the borders.

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The opening of the Halo Room. The lights here were dark, warm pearl stone floors, gold inlays running through like veins. Tall curved walls instead of sharp corners. The ceilings were slightly domed too. Everything screamed wrapping around you instead of confronting you or being in your face. And that's the energy we wanted. To embody our women. Make them feel expected, get them thoroughly engrossed. Most of them were already falling for it. "Give me more of this stuff. Tastes good." "They have tea too. Interesting."