Halo Crossovers Novels & Stories

I held her in my arms, whispering comfort as Clara fought to reboot the med systems. “She’s inside the network,” Clara hissed. “Our ship. Our backups. Our minds if we’re not careful.” Lucien’s eyes burned. “Then we kill the source.” “You want to kill a child?” I snapped. “I want to stop the end of the world,” he snarled back. And for the first time… I wasn’t sure which was which anymore. We jumped to HALCYON at midnight. It hovered like a dead god over the curve of Earth. Lights pulsed along its ringed edges. Drones floated like metal bees. And in the center, suspended in a glass cathedral—Rhea.

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.”

he spits. I squat down to his level. I raise my shirt and there, just above my waistband on my hip, is the Damned Forsaken crest of a raven with a skeletal wing and head sitting atop a skull with a halo leaning against it on one side and a gun on the other. His eyes widen in acknowledgment.

The next day... "Can you lift your arm?" asked the bridal dressmaker softly as I stood nervously, letting her measure me. I raised my arm, then allowed her to wrap the measuring tape around my arm. Meanwhile, Ikaros sat with Jay and Rose on the couch near us, chatting about various things but mostly related to their work. The three of them shared the same interests in digital business, computer programs, crypto, and the network thing, something I would never understand forever.

I woke up with a scream and was glad that it was just a dream, but the next second I was surrounded by fear once again after realizing where I was, I was lying in the middle of the altar. The altar emitting the smell of corruption and humidity, the moon hanging in the starry sky, I clearly saw the surrounding moss-crawling stone pillars carved with countless strange runes.

They were pictures, and the moment my eyes scanned through the first three, I was stunned. “What in the world?” They were pictures of none other than Cynthia and Henry, in more compromising positions a regular human being should be in. A couple of them held halo in it too, and the more I stared, the more I noticed the resemblance between him and Henry. “Cynthia, explain this.” “She can't.” Alora cut in again. “We have the DNA results for both you, Henry and Halo. Yours and his don't match. Halo isn't your son, and she just wants you to sign off your properties to her so she can run away with her lover.”

“I remember the way you kissed me before we were soldiers.” “I never stopped loving you.” She looked away. “You loved the idea of saving me.” Jayce fell to one knee. “Then let me be the last person who failed you.” She took his hand. And the fire inside her stopped. --- Outside, the lights across Valeburn flickered. A new file loaded into Hollow’s system: Project Halo Override: Authorized by Naomi Raines + Jayce Navarro. Tobias screamed as all his files began to delete. And Naomi’s eyes opened in the real world.

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.

Finally dropped the fake halo and showed up like the villain she really was. "If you behave, I might let you live long enough to die of old age." Cute. Real generous of her. Even if I'd been totally clueless, they still would've wiped me out. Just like last time—erase, delete, gone. Lillian cracked up, loud and unhinged. "You did this to yourself! Rot here! Everything you had? Mine now!" In my last life, I never got why Bobby and Whitney backed her. She might've "saved" them, sure, but I was their son's wife. That used to mean something, right?

I slam my hand on the table—blood lightning crawling across the holo, highlighting every swarm nest, every breach. **Celeste:** “Tell me how we kill them for good. No more watching.” The room exhales. A lead scientist—Dr. Harlan, gray hair, sharp eyes—steps forward, voice steady but urgent. **Dr. Harlan:** “If you’re who the reports say… we have orbital lances. Void-piercing warheads. Adaptive shields. But they evolve too fast. We need your system data—bond patterns, blood magic signatures, void resistance formulas.”