Halo: Headhunters Novels & Stories

Hunter barged inside the old abandoned factory. He wasn't alone. Three of his men were with him. Hunter has come along with Aurora and Draken saying he won't let them go alone as security should be tight because of Alonso. To his surprise, none of them said anything, and also Aurora didn't ask for Silvia to come along with her.

Isaac woke us up about seven the next morning, to let us know they’d just landed in Logan. Absent Brandon, he’d been named commander of the expedition. But as any good four-star general, he reported their next steps to the Supreme leader. It would take them a while to load all their stuff on the rental SUVs, and from there, they would head all together in a caravan to Worcester, where the crew would stay with part of their equipment. Once they were all checked in and settled, the three Haunters would come by themselves, bringing all they deemed necessary to shoot roll B takes to their heart’s content, plus some additional gear because you never know.

“It’s hard, I found clothing strange. Like even now the feeling of silk on my body gives me the creeps.” He didn’t ask why but just nodded. We packed up the rest in silence, as he went into his own head space. /We are finding a role, we aren’t just the speedy scout, we can watch out for problems in camp too/ Halo said with a huge amount of pride in her voice.

Kyle and Rael both froze. The forest beneath them had fallen strangely quiet. Way too quiet. Then, a flash of metal caught her eye. Then another. And then… Twelve figures stepped out from the trees. Dressed in black armor, bearing the Alpha’s sign, they moved with deadly precision. Hunters. The leader pulled back his hood, revealing a familiar, scarred face—Beta Joran. Kyle's body tensed completely. “No…” Joran aimed his crossbow. His gaze was locked solely on one person.

They instinctively looked down. Then everyone froze. The pink, suggestive interface of "Goddess Hunter" disappeared. It was replaced by a cold black interface that looked like a tombstone. At the center of the screen, the photo of me that had been treated as prey vanished too. In its place was Gary's face, twisted with shock. Under his photo, blood red words slowly appeared. [New game activated, Scumbag Hunter.] [Target: Gary Zachary York.] A cold, emotionless synthetic voice came from everyone's phone at the same time.

Hugo shivered even more and his face turned pale when he saw the names listed and the photos on each headstone. "Impossible!" Hugo denied. "You're a murderer. Hugo," Aldrich whispered. "No. I didn't kill them!" "You remember? When you were outside the bar yesterday? Your body was bathed in blood, it was all their blood." "I didn't kill them. I wasn't a murderer!" Then suddenly, Hugo turned around and hit Aldrich's face hard. Blood flowed from the corner of his lips from Hugo's punch. "You killed them! Not me!" Hugo exclaimed. Aldrich licked the blood at the corners of his lips and then with the lightning speed they moved into the wilderness. The sound of the animals sounded very scary.

⤝⧫⤞ “I called this meeting as the head of the Crescent Hunters Pack, Hunter will be helping us disperse Axel Knight's body. I know that things without your Alpha have been stressful but I’d just like to thank every one of you for your hard work and dedication.” The office is full of warriors and guards who were willing to help with the disposal of Axel’s body. It was up to Hunter to recover and find the body and for the wolves, they had to make it look like an animal attack.

Blaise just observed, not raising his hands at either favours. Kuma glared daggers at Caitlynn who paled instantly. “And what if the Death Circle catch wind that we have a human working and living with ghouls?” She snapped. “What can they do? This is Neutral Ground. The fact that a human coexists with ghouls can be a fundamental key to showing the Others that there can be coexistence.” Tobias replied calmly. Kuma was fuming. She huffed and gave one harsher glare at Caitlynn before storming off.

Blood spread across the floor while Hayley stood there calmly, her boot planted on his corpse. "If you want to judge me," she said coldly, "say your names." The entire hall went silent. Everyone felt their heartbeat skip. Even here, even when surrounded by enemies, she was still a violent storm. Lance stared at the girl standing in blood below him. His eyes gleamed. "My name is Lance Delgado," he said. "I'm the base director of Ark One." As soon as he spoke, the masked figures on both sides followed. "I'm Gerard Ford, director of Ark Two."

The Third Heartbeat kicked against my spine—a hard, rhythmic thrumming that synchronized with Damian’s own pulse. 72 beats. 72. 72. My vision didn't blur; it crystallized. Every falling shard of glass seemed to hang in the air, individual diamonds suspended in the chaos. Three silhouettes dropped through the breach. They didn't hit the floor with the weight of men; they landed with the heavy, hydraulic hiss of Syndicate Harvesters. White ceramic plating, blue optical sensors glowing in the dust, and pulse-rifles already leveled. "Containment," a synthesized voice grated from the lead unit. "Asset Moore-01 identified. Initiate harvest."