روايات وقصص ضمن Halo: Ghosts Of Onyx

The First Ones’ city collapses, its crystalline spires shattering, its shadowed halls crumbling under twin suns, their silver and black light swallowed by void, a broken hymn of the Veil’s heart, anchored by my fading essence to Elara’s dream of coexistence. My crescent mark is gone, my essence a dying spark, the First Ones’ blade lost forever. Cassia holds me against the sanctum’s cracked arch, her crimson aura blazing, her amber eyes fierce with the Hollow’s fire, her strength the only anchor to my dissolving soul, silver blood pooling at her feet. My human form is a shadow, wings a dream, my Convergence form sacrificed, and the Veil’s hum is a faint pulse, a guardian’s duty extinguished.

The first halo pulsed with dark energy, the second with illusions, and the third with manipulation. With a fierce cry, I launched myself at Xorax, my claws raking across the first halo. It shattered, releasing a burst of dark energy that sent me stumbling back. But I quickly regained my footing without much hesitation. Xorax's powers seemed to wane slightly, but I knew she was far from being defeated. I knew I had to destroy the remaining two halos if I wanted to claim victory. The battle raged on, my soul fighting with every ounce of strength I possessed. With a power I had no idea how I had harnessed it, I was able to dodge her illusions and manipulated reality. Perhaps, my lycan senses we

“ Lili cover your ears and bury your face into me. I will tell you when it’s safe to look again. Can you do that for me please?’ Lili nodded and did as she was instructed . Cassia wrapped her arms tightly around her sister and lowered her head. She whispered “I know your intent. You may have your justice.” Shortly after a dark shadowy vortex appeared in the corner of the warehouse. It started out as a small black swirling ball that slowly began to increase in size with every shadow that was near became part of it. Everyone else in n the room suddenly stopped moving and took notice. They stared at the vortex with shear awe and horror. The vortex seemed to absorb the light from its surrounding

And now he felt awful for what he was about to do. Zariah's brows twitched when the spy's eyes swirled into a bright red shade. Shadows of smoke seeped into the atmosphere when he whispered an eerie tone. Zariah was caught off guard when morbid-looking ghosts appeared out of nowhere to attack her. She glanced at the omega, who was limping as he ran off. 'This cannot be. Only Pandora and Arlen can-' In her moment of distraction, the ghosts took hold of her wrist and blinded her path. But the second Zariah broke free, the spy was gone.

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.

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.

“/Daylight in three, two, one-/ God of the Day, grant your light! So mote it be!” As the wave of dark-clothed, fanged figures fall upon us, a flood of brilliant light meets them. It sends many of them squealing and wheeling backwards, only to face the misty grey ranks of figures that now mass beyond them. Warriors with weapons drawn, the flailing hooves of a huge black horse and the sweep of it’s rider’s rapier, and the snarling form of a mighty, ghostly hound. The few vampires who were protected with sunglasses and masks, or who escape the ghosts by turning again, are hit by a cone of water from the large plastic blaster Tala has pulled from her bag. There is the hiss of a quenched furnace.

She stood in the center of the smoldering crater, the sapphire light of the fused Heartstone shimmering beneath her skin like a second, celestial nervous system. "You’re a ghost, Sofia. A trick of the light. No one survives a resonance collapse of that magnitude," Zilo Graves stammered, his voice thin and reedy. He clutched his obsidian blade with white-knuckled desperation, his eyes darting across the smoke-filled hall. The grandeur of the Triad leader had been stripped away, leaving only a frightened man in cracked armor.