Novel & Cerita Halo: Headhunters

I slam my hand on the table—blood lightning crawling across the holo, highlighting every swarm nest, every breach. **Celeste:** “Tell me how we kill them for good. No more watching.” The room exhales. A lead scientist—Dr. Harlan, gray hair, sharp eyes—steps forward, voice steady but urgent. **Dr. Harlan:** “If you’re who the reports say… we have orbital lances. Void-piercing warheads. Adaptive shields. But they evolve too fast. We need your system data—bond patterns, blood magic signatures, void resistance formulas.”

Still Harlow advanced, ceasing his barrage of bullets and instead pushing against me with the bulk of his Goliath, crushing me into the side of the skyscraper. "You stay put," Harlow growled. "My Apollo are coming to finish you off, once and for all!" I tapped my comms headset. Open radio channel. "Assuming that they locate me," I replied, trying to sound more confident than I truly was. "They can't kill what they can't find." Harlow laughed, a harsh, barking sound. "Finding you has never been an issue. Do you really think they're only relying on sight to track you down? Those Apollo have been locked onto your IRON chip this entire time! The moment they get within ten feet of your IRON chip

A crown of soft holographic rays circled his head. “Are you ready?” a voice said in his earpiece. Tunde swallowed. “No.” “Good,” came the reply. “Only the ready ones sound dead.” The lights dimmed. The crowd hushed. And he began to sing. --- Citadel Border, Scan Zone The hauler slowed. Abigail tensed, peering through the vent. Checkpoint. Guards in black Citadel armor circled the hauler. One held a glowing scanner that swept the sides of the vehicle.

But over Kiera’s shoulder, down the shadowed hall she’d entered, masks winked alive like cold moons. Hunters. Three, then five, then a half dozen—helmets, rifles, tactical lights. Dr. Hale wasn’t there, but his orders were; they coalesced in the precise way the men moved, in the angle of barrels, in the way the vanguard raised a device instead of a gun. Ronan’s choices narrowed to a wire.

"He knew I wouldn't let the company die. He used my own ego as a homing beacon." "How long?" Marcus asked. He was standing by the barn’s main sliding doors, peering through a crack in the rotting wood. "Three minutes," Hailey said, her voice trembling. "Thermal satellites just picked up five heat signatures dropping from high altitude. HALO jump. No aircraft signature. They’re using stealth gliders." "Five?" Ben Carter adjusted his glasses, looking around nervously. "Five guys? We can take five guys. Marcus is a tank. Elena has a pistol. I have… a stapler."

"Let's get those damn trackers out of us." We waited an extra day, just in case more came. The mountain remained eerily quiet, the snow undisturbed except for the tracks we had left behind. By the time the sun began to dip behind the trees, casting long shadows across the frozen ground, we were packing up and heading down. The whole thing felt wrong. Orin. Jade. Werewolf hunters turning into what they hunted? All of it felt off. What was the point of it all? The truck came into view, buried under a layer of snow, and I couldn’t have been happier to see it.

I agreed to listen closely and keep an open mind. “First you need to know, I am not who you think I am. I am an angel. I was sent here to make sure you stayed away from Damien and Lucifer. Things changed when I met you and I fell in love with you. Ramiel came today to tell me that someone has been hunting down angels looking for him and myself. There is a place called Halo it is basically a spa and day club for angels to hang out in. Whoever this person is managed to get past security and infiltrate Halo. They killed everyone there. All the angels and all the humans who worked there. We think it was Damien and we think he was trying to find you.” I could tell he was serious the emotion roll

The blue light intensify right at his very eyes and my gaze couldn't take off and receive such blinding blue light, traced more than my mind can hold. Then a fantastic collision just clash before our very eyes. One is that of blue, and one is a strange white that is coming from inside of me. I thought while my heart is shaken, “I don't know what you mean by calling me your luna, Alarkin. But you understimated this curse huntress. How can I the one to forget this very night?” The moment he regain the clarity, I aready disappear without trace. That after I certain for the very important thing, and I can only sigh the conflicted beat in my heart.

Jax Point of View Chaos in my fucking club as soon as I walked in. I saw Reina at the bar smiling like a god damn psychopath. She knew something. 'The Black Hunter was here.' one of my men said 'all the cameras were hacked and can't be unhacked. Angelo is trying.' 'Cover it up.' II ordered while my eyes were on her. She knows something and I plan on finding out. I went from behind her and pushed at the centre of the bottom of her neck and she fell backwards.

I shoved a few people out of my way as I hurried toward the distant fight. As I turned the corner to where the fight was, I arrived just in time for the enchanted glasses to be knocked off Khalid’s face, the glamor fading away to reveal his true face as one of the vampires from Tulio’s nest punched him as two others held him in place. Well shit. Maybe he should have enchanted something that couldn’t be easily knocked off. I knew in an instant they recognized him as the wanted hunter.