Novel & Cerita Halo Ghost Of Onyx

The platform glided into the eastern city without a whisper, lowering Luna, Darius, Cassian, and Onyx through a round opening in the ice ceiling. Their feet landed on a floor of polished silver stone, and the ice sealed back up above them. Aurora vanished from sight. Onyx just stared up, his hands balled into fists, silver light still flashing in his eyes, long after the last bit of Aurora was gone. “She’ll find another way in,” Luna said. Onyx turned to her. “You can’t know that.”

She was fresh out of the shower, her hair damp, wearing a clean, oversized gown. The moment her gaze locked onto me, Onyx didn't even hesitate. The almighty, terrifying beast who had butchered a lycan two nights ago instantly tucked his tail between his legs and retreated so deep into the back of my skull he practically vanished into another dimension. "I'm not here," Onyx whispered weakly from the darkness. "I don't know you. You are on your own." "You cowardly bastard," I cursed at him in my mind. But my beast's betrayal was the least of my problems.

“You think you’re the only one?” “You wound me, Delia,” Gray chuckles. She slaps his arm playfully, letting him know it's time to get serious. He straightens up, as all signs of amusement snap from his face in a split second and holds still while she goes to work on the chain in his hands. She places both of her hands a few inches above the metal and whispers some incantation until a low blue glow can be seen from underneath her palms. When the glow fades she moves her warm copper brown hands and sighs.

He questioned, seeing the nervousness in my eyes and my mouth almost tasting metallic. "Yes, I think I am." I let it out without fear, I'm the Moonglow, reincarnation of the moon goddess at least that was the mantra I chanted to myself as assurance now and then. The car eased into the driveway and there were many more wolves than the last time beta wolves, omega wolves and Gamma wolves. Just as my eyes were doing the physical calculation. One of the betas walked towards us. His face was scarred and his build was visible from the jersey shirt he worked on. His platinum blond hair was nearly brushed in Jerry curls.

Brightness. It was all that I saw towards the end. Zeus and Lucifer were about to attack each other for the last time, the final strike, the last clash, the moment that would destroy the portals between Heaven and Hell and leave all the souls in one single realm. The second that they began to move towards each other, I let my consciousness return back to my body and my eyes shot wide open. Brightness. It felt like it lasted forever, but it slowly vanished to reveal a blue sky above, not a single cloud in sight. It was silent now, the war was over.

Nox’s P.O.V. That night was a ghost, a shadow that constantly loomed over my shoulder. Over time it became easy to ignore, but something had changed. It was no longer content with hovering over me, slithering into my peripheral whenever I thought it had finally disappeared for good. Now, it stood right in front of me. A mess of darkness carrying the stench of fresh blood and tears. It stared into my soul, silently screaming for me to look at it. To face what I had done. Eyes that were once bottomless pits now had color.

Remember how I said it was dark as we got closer to the hospital before, well now I could barely see a foot in front of me. “YOU DARE ATTACK MY PACK!” Aerian screamed. “You are coming with us you angel slut. The boss wants your whore ass.” one of them hissed. I let out a growl but had to grab onto something when the ground lurched. I went to step forward but ran into what I can only describe as an invisible barrier. Aerian and Savannah had walled themselves with the rogues. They were working in sync to take them out. All we could do was stand there and watch as Aerian raised her hands as she absorbed all the light within her. Savannah was keeping us from getting hurt. Aerian’s arms dropped t

There was a rumor that he could expel some sort of energy in his attacks that could knock someone down without ever touching them. He wasn’t the only one who possessed unnatural abilities. There was a female warrior in his pack that was known as Nightingale. She was extremely agile with swift reflexes that were almost invisible to the naked eye. Aside from her, there was Phantom. I didn’t know the ranks of the pack members, but each member had skills that were just as strong as their Alpha. Phantom could move so fast that some believed he could teleport and he was more dangerous than Shadowstrike. Phantom was a known killer and was on the top of the wanted list for not only werewolves but al

Staring back at her from the screen was her good friend, Oscar. “Hey.” She said with a smile. “Hello.” He replied. She noticed he wore black singlets, with his dog tag on, which indicated he was on an army base somewhere. “Where are you?” She asked. “Syria. My tour will be ending in two weeks.” There was poor network connection for a few seconds which muted the screen. Then Oscar’s voice came on again. “…me?” “What did you say?” She asked. “I got your text last night. You missing me?”

The vial and the list for his life. Leo looked at the vial pouch glowing faintly on the table. He looked at the data drive in Winters’s hand as the Ghost materialized silently beside him. He looked down at Silas, vulnerable and broken. He looked at Harlan, whose face was a mask of anguish and fury. He looked at Reynolds, terrified and helpless.