Halo Artbook の小説・ストーリー

The mansion was enormous and grand, filled with numerous servants. I bit my lip, never imagining that a startup founder like Ikaros, who collaborated with Jay, could own such a magnificent home. We got out of the car and entered the house. Its hallways were high-ceilinged with ruby red paneled walls and large gold-framed photos, adorned with crystal chandeliers and towering ceramic vases.

he pointed at the corner where they lay on each other untouched. Wanda ruffled his hair, mumbling under her breath “Uncle James sure is a handful, isn't he?” “The Doctor was also here,” said Andy, causing Wanda's smile to falter. She turned to him “Doctor Deane was here? What for?” A surge of panic caused her heart to jump. Andy tucked his hand underneath the pillow and brought out a small container “The Doctor said it was for you and that it was important” Wanda blinked at him, her eyes flickering from Andy's gaze to the small container. She took it, examining it with her eyes. A soft sigh escaped her lips when she realized what it was. Her heart warmed up. It was an ointment for her bruise

There’s no point in arguing because, as annoying as it is, I love Mikhail too, and I’d worry if something were to happen to him. Almost as soon as I disconnect the call, Azazel’s text appears. “What’s a Halo?” Jules asks. I reply distractedly as I read the text. “A Halo is a vampire coven. Unlike humans, vampires have a social hierarchy. The Halo provides vampires shelter, blood, and opportunities to earn money. It also makes them feel protected. My brother, Tristan, is the master of the Halo I work for.” “Your brother?” She quirks a questioning brow. “I thought you only had three brothers, Mikhail, Kell, and Carrick.”

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.

Alex and Zane had a good conversation, engaging in a back-and-forth where both parties understood each other's intentions. Candice remained silent until Zane suddenly noticed the file booklet she was holding. He exclaimed, "Ms. Renault, have you also been paying attention to Blue Artifact before?" In Candice's hands was an art catalog from Blue Artifact, and the first page on the cover featured a relatively obscure series from a couple of years ago. Zane’s interest was piqued. "The products from this series are not considered popular, nor are they cultural relics. It was just an inspiration from a small studio under us at the time. The popularity has always been low. How would Ms. Renault kn

The world was silent, as if isolated from the mortal realm. Carl stopped walking and slowly raised his eyes, his pitch-black pupils suddenly sharpening as he gazed at the gray sky. To ordinary eyes, the sky still looked as it should in the morning—mist swirling, the first light of dawn faintly shining. But in his vision, an invisible Rule Halo was slowly gathering above the firmament. That halo was neither gold nor white, without substance or form, yet it contained a vast and overwhelming pressure that could suppress all ages and rule all things. It held no emotion, no warmth, cold as eternal ice, pressing down heavily upon him from above.

HELEN’S P.O.V. Peace is not quiet. Peace is the hum of a high-voltage fence. I stood on the balcony of the renovated Castle. The acid rain had stopped days ago, blocked by the Halo the hexagonal grid of violet energy that now spanned the sky above Washington D.C. The sun was rising, but it wasn't the warm, yellow sun I remembered. Filtered through the Architect’s shield, the light was cool, sterile, and purple. It made the city look like a

Hana has a right to all floors except the 5th floor. Hana walked around the 1st floor but still couldn't find the book she needed. She went up to the 2nd floor, glided through the 3rd floor, and then stopped at the 4th floor. Hana noticed the two books at the end of the range; it seemed like they were old books that had been abandoned for quite some time. The first book is titled 15 types of magic and relationships. The second book is called the art of combining magic. Hana grabbed two books and sat avidly reading. It wasn't until the librarian announced the closure and kicked Hana out that darkness enveloped Scott Hall. Hana remembered her morning date with Claura and hurriedly climbed onto

His work has also appeared in several short story anthologies and online literary magazines. Phil Hore Phil likes to point out he was one of the last children born before man walked on the moon. He’s worked at Australia’s National Dinosaur Museum, the Australian War Memorial, National Film and Sound Archives, the Australian National Botanic Gardens, London’s Natural History Museum, the Field Museum in Chicago and The Smithsonian’s National Museum of Natural History. Published in newspapers and magazines across the globe, Phil is the paleo-author for the world’s longest running dinosaur magazine, The Prehistoric Times. He’s also been a comic shop manager, a cinema projectionist, a theatre tec

The magic in the air grew brighter than usual on all Hallows eve, the moon’s pull taking my spell and turning it combustible. Zara joined in, her slightly accented words giving a swirl of heat to the spell that had been cold with my icy tone. As her voice rose in volume and power, swirls of intricate gold spun on Sebastian’s feathers, his coal black form burning amber in the dim light of the fire. Sparks flew from the embers of the flames, a small candle on the far table bursting into a blazing fireball, burning stronger with each enchantment spoken.