Halo Forerunners Novels & Stories

Thorne's POV I stood in the barracks, the smell of steel and sweat thick in the air. Kael, one of my most trusted warheads, waited before me with some important information. Kael beside being my most trusted warheads, was practically the only man I have ever trusted and he didn't let me down. He’d followed me from the beginning, even when I was just a pampered son of an Alpha. He gave a stiff nod. “Zephyr held his end of the deal, he gave us two two hundred warriors and twelve scouts.

"We are bringing discipline. Force isn't the only way to move a piece on a chessboard. What are the Vanguard protocols during the midnight eclipse ceremony?" The second general, a massive man named Briggs, shifted his weight uncomfortably. "At exactly midnight, the lights dim for ten seconds to honor the moon. The Vanguard stands down at the perimeter doors to allow the elders to enter the central circle unbothered." "Ten seconds." Chandler nodded slowly, his mind locking onto the opening. "Ten seconds of darkness in a room packed with three hundred shifting, restless elites. Sean relies completely on his brute strength and his Alpha aura. Take away his wolf, plunge him into darkness, and he

"The planet's OS is written in a language of Primal Harmonics! Only a synchronized Triad can 'Speak' to it!" The Feral Six gathered at the "Ignition Well," but this time, they didn't jump. They Plugged In. They weren't just a hockey pack anymore. They were the Command Crew of a World. "The game just got a lot bigger," Elara said, her eyes turning into glowing violet nebulae. "Jax, Cole—clear the atmosphere! Kael, prep the Core-Burners! Zane, hold the world together!" "And you?" Kael asked, his hands erupting in violet flames.

"Eniola, bring up the rear. Jump!" ​They launched into the freezing void. ​The sensation of the HALO jump was entirely different from the drop over Marseille. They weren't just falling; they were flying, their carbon-fiber wings catching the dense, stormy air and transforming their descent into a high-speed horizontal glide. The wind shrieked against Lyra’s visor as she tracked the tiny, flashing green marker on her heads-up display. ​The offshore platform materialized out of the gloom like a jagged, industrial mountain of steel and iron. It was a massive, three-tiered structure, illuminated by harsh industrial floodlights that cut through the driving rain.

The warehouse loomed in front of me, a hollow giant of rust and shadows. Vincent’s message was obvious. Meet me here. Step into the dark. See if you walk back out. I welcomed it. The convoy pulled to a stop, engines still growling. Lucio’s men waited for my signal, their weapons ready. They were soldiers, loyal, but tonight was not about them. Tonight was mine. I stepped out into the night air. It was sharp and heavy with salt from the harbor nearby. Lucio moved to my side, his eyes sweeping the lot, scanning for movement.

said Cornelio. Cornelio stick his sword into Varniant’s head. “[Extracting the core.]” said Appsylon. Varniant type never stop screaming while the core is extracted. When the core already extracted, his sword thrown a huge Cartridge of harvested core. “Herrscher, how’s your status?! We got no visual from outside of the cocoon!” said the commander. “He defeated it …” Said the PRD-class. “What?” said the commander. “Squad 105 LST-class Herrscher, Cornelio Halozy successfully extracted the core of the opponent. Unknown Varniant path has been defeated!” Said the PRD-class.

Half a dozen the devotees stood around the crystal – more massive, stronger and with an almost intelligent aura than the ones we had fought before. “They will notice our camouflage as soon as we get out,” I said. Kael put his hand on the unlocking lever of the hatch. He looked at me. ‘We don't get off to sneak. We get out to war.” I nodded. I grabbed the PlanetHero core in a padded mount I was attached. “To your signal, Commander.” He ripped the hatch. The hot, ozong air of the chamber hit us

She still couldn't believe all that was happening. The spiralling hook stopped and clamped onto something, an iron circular rod, and with her full strength, Theresa pulled the rod out, pulling out the golden bright halo whose shining light almost blinded the four of them. All of them were lost in the glory of the halo for a second, and Cordis in particular couldn't wait to harness the power the halo possessed. A bullet passed through Theresa's face, almost boring a hole through her nose and bringing everyone back to their senses. The Hadens had found them again.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

“He had his back to the shower. Her hair was wet - You too. “He had his back to the shower. Her hair was wet glued to her head and rivulets of water ran down her brown skin. “Like a water god. I wanted to shift him so that my back was in the water, so I guided his shoulders. As we shifted positions, he lost his balance and reached out, and... “Oh, shit, I pulled the alarm,” he said. The showers had red handles that you could pull to summon the employees in an emergency. He quickly pushed back and we were embraced,