Halo Black Spartan Novels & Stories

And I had one target and one alone… the darkness. I closed the distance behind Lisa just as she raised both hands to crush an entire line of wolves, including Xavier. I drove the spear into her back. The sound… It wasn’t a scream. It was the sound of a universe cracking. Lisa arched, a guttural snarl ripping from her throat as black light shot through her body. She turned, slowly, her eyes glowing pitch-black, veins dark as ink spreading across her face. “You,” she hissed. “You human stain.”

I had always hated the name of our pack, thinking it was too bland. Atlas Andino emerged from his car, his usual friends in tow. I knew them all by name, noting how their styles of bullying differed. Atlas Andino, with his pale blonde hair and startling grey eyes. Shaina Adam's with her espresso skin and gorgeous sneer. Michelle Cario, with her long legs and thick accent. Duke Kentworth, with his football jersey and messy black hair. Dean Marsh, with his curly chocolate hair and sly smile.

I ask because I really want to know. She swallows, "oh no doubt I'm starving, but this," she points the fork to the food, "it's amazing." I smile at her and continue, "there is a title that is right next to mine, but we'll come back to that," she nods and continues eating. "Next is Beta Chris, he's my second in command, he provide support and intell, like the VP of a human company. His mate is Beta Cynthia, my sister. Then there is Gamma Steve and he's mated to Leah and her title is Gamma Leah. So the Beta and Gamma work directly under me. The Gamma is like the head of our Army, he's in charge of warrior training, patrols and guards." She takes a long drink of her water and sits back.

It clunks against Ali's head, returning to the narrow cylinder as he falls. Halo turns, dodging the swing of a machete, and a simple, black staff by turning his body into an opposite arc. The weapons hit the ground, and Halo lifts his leg high, then brings it down atop the mercenary now on his right. In one swift movement, he pulls out his pistols and their tips glow blue as candescent projectiles fly.

Draken stood among Xander and Azure. Nannies were taking care of little Sarah and Nathan. "He's teaching me how to be fast in sparring. Well, the attitude comes from you, Hunter. Don't act so surprised." She muttered and he narrowed his eyes on her. "I can see the decent bones in you rebelling," He pointed. She passed him a cheeky grin. "It's called freedom, Hunter. And it is deliciously tempting." She mused and he flicked her forehead again. She legit stopped the sudden attack but he was too damn fast and landed the hit.

Then, in the stunned silence of over a hundred thousand people, a boom sounded. A black figure fell from the sky like a meteor, without a parachute. Powered by the fearsome strength of a Tier Seven body, I plummeted directly onto the command platform. The hardened alloy surface caved in upon impact, forming a deep crater as spiderweb cracks spread rapidly across the stage. The dust cleared. I emerged from the crater wearing a black tactical coat adorned with the insignia of a Central Command Major General, the highest military decoration shining on my chest. My eyes quickly scanned the three pieces of trash on the platform—cold and sharp like a blade.

Vera refused to give up and screamed furiously, "Cynthia, you're beyond saving! If your parents find out you're selling yourself like this, they'll die of anger!" When I ignored her, she planted her hands on her hips and sneered at Sean. "Let me make this clear. Cynthia might be spineless enough to sell herself to you people, but I won't! I, Vera Hawthorn, live with pride. I would never do something so cheap!" Sean and Andre had no interest in arguing with her. They had already turned and headed toward the operating room. A few minutes later, I walked out, pressing a hand over the small wound where the needle had been inserted.

She slowly turned and came face to face with a rather handsome and attractive man, dark hazel eyes, long black sleek hair that was let down shoulder length, he was wearing a black shirt, the sleeves folded up to his elbow and he had on black slacks, but his eyes looked dead He stopped in front of them "Spade" he rumbled out, his voice felt as if it was struggling to fit in the thin corridor "Stefano, I appreciate you coming at such short notice" Spade mutttered out, surprising even himself more than Stefano, he never thought a day would come when he would join forces with Stefano, or even need the man's help, but now he was going to need a whole lot of help from Stefano. He turned to look at

All members of The Seven Wolves have changed clothes and put on all their equipment. They will be disguised in all-black SWAT police attire with helmets. Of the 16 people, the Seven Wolves have four main snipers: Aidan, Shawn, Blake, and Erikkson. The three reserve shooters are Mars, Grey, and Bryan. The five sharp weapons and martial arts specialists are Jayden, Han, Glenn, Blue, and Juan. The strategy and tactics specialists are Arya, Caleb, and James, while Arjoona will lead and guide the entire team.

Drake. “Don’t let that asshole’s words get to you,” he murmured against my ear, his voice steady, soothing. I sucked in deep, shaky breaths. My power slowly receded, settling into a simmering ember instead of a raging inferno. When I turned, Drake was watching me, his wounds already healed. Beyond him, Mac and Emery stood bloodied but alive, their own healing abilities at work. The soldiers around us whispered, eyes wide in awe. My gaze flickered to the battlefield. Zane’s corpse lay sprawled beside two other fallen enemies.