Halo Doom Crossover Novels & Stories

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

We will need it to rendezvous with the extraction team. Calum Beauchamp (On Comms): Yes, Your Grace. Halo disengages the comm and then moves through the trees. He pauses meters away from the enclosure, watching from his cover of darkness. The four moves about the space. Making quick work of bringing down the surrounding forest. Halo holsters his rifle, and slips two narrow, hidden compartments at his waist, and reveals two daggers. With wide, warped cross-guards, the thin blades glisten in the night. Disappearing as Halo dashes out into the enclosure.

carbon—a material that shouldn't exist in the "Dead-Zone." "This isn't a 'Silo', Dad," Thomas said, his "Independent" curiosity "Indexing" the "Mechanical" seams of the door. "This is a 'Crossover' point. It’s built with 'Sovereign' tech, but the 'Source-Code' on the panel is... different."

Just as Halston was about to cross the sword light set up by Thea, the light on the third step suddenly flashed and split to both sides, instantly revealing countless dense Hongrome Sword Lights. Halston abruptly halted, sensing the murderous aura and terror emanating from the sword lights. The powerhouses of the Doom Race behind him also stopped in their tracks, paralyzed with fear. “I’ll say it again!” Halston glared angrily at Thea and James. “I am Halston Dalibor, the Right Great Elder of the Doom Race...” Before he could finish, Thea flicked her finger, and the Hongrome Sword Light on the third step instantly transformed into a giant palm that slapped his face hard. With a dull thud, Ha