Halo Doom Crossover Novels & Stories

They want a clean drive. He looked at the Damping Pylons—the high-frequency grounding rods he had brought to stabilize the dome. They were currently slaved to the city's power grid, idle and cold. 'Logic dictates survival,' Halloway whispered, his fingers flying across the slate’s interface. He didn't aim the pylons at the dome. He didn't aim them at the Ash Rain. He targeted the coordinate where the First Omega was currently phasing through the air, inches from Leo’s heart.

“After everything I’ve done to bring you back.” The Hallow should be towering by now. It should be strong enough to step into the daylight, to reclaim what was once its domain. This town was built on its bones, its power, its hunger. The founders understood that. They fed it. Honored it. Feared it. But fear has faded in Hallow’s Edge. And I intend to restore it. I step deeper into the market chaos, unseen, unnoticed. People are still shaken from the surge, Raven Warren’s surge. The girl is unconscious in Emily Connor’s arms, Noah hovering over her like a guard dog. Grace Connor is checking her pulse. Liam is scanning the woods.

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.

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

It seems that the corridor collapse had destroyed Salazar's magic on the exit to the forest and now it will be always open. Hilda, seeing that the tunnel was now open, exits first. Selena looks at Erik and he gives a nod with his head, encouraging her. She nods back and turns, running after the basilisk. Erik watches his first wife running and turns to his other wives, Joan and Leona. "Let's go girls."

However, the gears of fate had already been set in motion. Gunshots pierced the silence, shattering their hopes of a quiet exit. Chaos erupted as their group engaged in a frenzied firefight with El Patrio's well-armed henchmen. Panic swept through the darkened halls as they tried to navigate their way out of the labyrinthine Capital. Claus barked orders over the comm system, urging their allies to retreat, but it was an uphill battle. Bullets whizzed past, and the oppressive atmosphere threatened to engulf them. Amidst the bedlam, Cody and Carol's voices offered a lifeline. Claus heard Carol's voice through the crackling comm device. "We'll provide cover. Head to the rendezvous point. We're

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.

Cody, his hand having moved the curtain away from the window – starring down at us. XXX Hayley’s POV The hammering on the door made my heart plummet to my stomach and Hail drop was probably playing with it right now. Liam’s words vibrated through my brain and I sucked in a breath. What if it was the mountain-man? O goodness. I held on tighter to my stomach, biting my lip. “Hailstorm!” that voice. That wonderful voice. “Lacy!” I gasped, jumping up from the ground and fumbling with the doorknob. I threw the door open, seeing my two friends standing there. On instinct, I wrapped my arms around their necks, hugging them closely to me.

AUTHOR'S POV Heavy June rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the underground bar, drowning out the low thumping bass. Yvonne crossed her arms over her expensive trench coat, shivering as the damp, stifling humidity clung to her skin. The subterranean tavern smelled of wet dog, stale beer, and raw ozone from the thunderstorm raging across the city. Sitting across the sticky wooden booth, a man with a jagged scar down his neck lazily counted the stacks of crisp hundred-dollar bills. Securing her position as Luna meant cutting out Chandler’s obsession at the root, and this human mercenary was the only blade sharp enough to do it.

Living in suffering is the greatest form of punishment during the apocalypse. Just then, my phone buzzed for a while, and I retrieved it from my pocket. The live comments began appearing on my screen. "This is brilliant! Did you know that Valerio literally stepped all over your corpse to get to where he did in the original story?" "That scheming second female lead didn't even get to appear before the butterfly effect took place! Valerio is never going to recover from this!" I heaved a sigh of relief as I looked at the words on my phone screen.