Halo: Headhunters Novels & Stories

We rode cautiously through the forest, keeping a watchful eye out for any more surprises. Suddenly, 25 bounty hunters surrounded us, each armed with swords and dressed in intimidating hoods. The group's leader,stepped forward, his face hidden by the hood. "I am Kael, and I demand the heads of Maximus and Felicity," he commanded, his voice chillingly cold. Maximus fearlessly stepped forward, gripping his sword with confidence. "You'll have to get through me first," he declared. Kael chuckled darkly. "So be it," he replied as they both drew their swords and began to clash.

They stood watch as Vesper and Alpha Qillalon continued killing the hunters. The creatures don’t want to go near them, but the smell of flesh is alluring to them. They discreetly made their way to the hedge maze, pulled fresh bodies away from the battle, and started eating. The Headmaster cautiously moved to the armored vehicle, loaded his harpoon into the cannon, and aimed it at them. She saw the Headmaster’s subtle movement, but before she could react, the Headmaster aimed it at her and pulled the trigger or so she thought. The moment seemed to stretch, her focus locked on the harpoon, but it moved past her and hit Qillalon in the torso.

I looked back at the pathetic human clinging to life on the ground and saw him looking at us, curious as to what his friend’s fate held. I licked the blood from my hand that was left from the first victim, who was still bleeding out against the wall, and I summoned my minion, Hex, who would tap into his wendigo form and eat his friends. I wanted to watch Bradley’s reaction as Hex devoured them, their screams filling the room, and their blood creating puddles on the cement ground.

As much as he wants to find a flaw behind the Huntress, he's beginning to understand that partnering with the Huntress may be exactly what we need to bring Silvio down. "In order for me to agree to this, we need to get something in return." Hawk declares, making me raise my eyebrows at him. He's our second in command, which means his opinion is second to ours. So for him to declare this is absurd. Kieran seems to think the same as we share a look. However, we remain quiet, wondering what he's after. "What do you want?" The new message reads. "We'll hire you as our assassin, which means you work for us and only us. This means that you will carry out any other tasks asked of you by us only. Yo

He said to Astrid who said that to the rest of her team. It was a blur to be honest, Malakai left the hiding place and could see Elijah. Astrid and her team shot at the enemy to buy time for Malakai to get close. He was able to and when he was beside Elijah, he raised his gun to his head. Namjoon didn't see him coming and suddenly felt cold metal press to his head. He smirked as he knew it was Malakai, always the stealth.

Why has he been chosen to translate? “What is your name?” I ask him. “Hunter Blanco.” The doctor says something else. Hunter translates. “Some nurses will come and give you medicine for your headache.” I carefully watch the movement around me, and after the medication, I can't resist and I fall asleep. I enter bottomless darkness. *

Much older second cousin. “We’re ready Alpha,” Milo says standing at the foot of the table. His strange eyes and pale face glanced at me and back to Oliver. “You ready for this Hunter?” Oliver asks standing from his seat. I wasn’t ready. “Ready as I’ll ever be,” I say with a confidence I just didn’t have. We finished up and left the small dining room weaving through the corridors and back up to where we had entered this underground hideout. The six of us, including Leneve, Nero, and Nolt followed Oliver, Milo, and more changelings back out into the concrete jungle.

What the hell was going on? "These aren't normal rogues," someone yelled through the mind link. "They are acting like a pack!" "Arion! This way!" Arrow growled through the mind link. We turned the corner, and what we saw left us petrified: the ground was coated with blood mixed with Rina's scent. Two dead rogues lay motionless on the ground. Their heads nearly separated from their bodies. I sniffed the blood, and Dex's mixed with the rogues. None of it belonged to our mate.

Harlow utters as he uses his index finger to point at the top of the building which towers behind us, my office. About twenty top-skilled snipers show themselves for a jiffy. “Bow down to me,” Harlow demands, and Santino groans. “Bow, or lose your men,” Harlow tells him. “You will wipe them out, either way, I’m not going down without a fight,” Santino utters. “The choice was yours, don’t tell me I didn’t warn you,” Harlow utters as he snaps his fingers and all forty of Santino’s men drop dead. “What?” Santino is shaking.

“It’s best to come with us before the others find you.” Others? “Listen, I think you have the wrong girl. I’m just a bounty hunter.” I pushed Lukas a little, and I took in the men in front of us. They were all wearing the same clothing style as the men who had met us in the bar close to the industrial sector, but what stood out was a small pin they all had on their left breast—an owl in flight. They were Noctua. Another man came forward and flashed me a picture. My picture.