Halo: Headhunters Novels & Stories

Within seconds, the rear transport bays of the interceptors flew open, and thirty-two fully armored Crescent warriors vaulted out onto the gravel courtyard, their tactical rifles raised in a synchronized, low-ready stance. The garrison doors split wide, and a squad of twelve human hunters sprinted out into the flashing orange light of the emergency beacons. They were dressed in dark, specialized tactical uniforms, their faces covered by ballistic masks, their high-velocity rifles loaded with the silver-tipped ordnance meant to liquidate an Alpha bloodline. "Fire at will!" the hunter commander shouted, raising his sidearm. But before a single human finger could pull a trigger, Elara moved.

Gabriel and I stand at the window, shivering in our coats, watching the city wake up below us. Vance presses a finger to her earpiece. "Alpha team, you're green for entry. Beta team, secure the perimeter. We want Hale and Sterling in custody within the hour." Static crackles through the speaker on the table. Then a voice, breathless and sharp. "Alpha team moving on Hale Capital now." One of the laptops displays a live feed. A helmet cam. The image jerks as the tactical team breaches Hale Capital's lobby. Guns drawn. Federal badges flashing under the emergency lights.

If a second cave-in occurred, this time, they may not be lucky. Ian thrust an evidence bag through the opening for Hal. “Hal, please get the head of the creature, will you? We’ll need it as proof.” Hal grimaced but took the bag. He then left the passage in search of the body. Aria watched him leave, and her first thought was to go after him. Hal came back with the head. He’d included its hat, though Aria thought that was now part of its filthy hair. They didn’t pull all the debris down. The group had a large hole big enough to pass through the backpacks and evidence.

She icily replied, “Just don’t make them ask another DISGUSTING question ever again.” I merely stared at her with ample frustration, wanting to take back the sincerity I just wasted. She is hopeless. “My, this is like having a meeting,” Ryu stated with his same delighted tone, “Why don’t we start an agenda?” No, not with you, please. He approached the center seat and sat down. “I might as well warn you two right now, we will probably face some hunters and mercenaries from today onwards.” Ryu started, “Which are exclusively from the Underworld itself.”

"You're overwriting yourself! There won't be anything left of you to inhabit the world we're saving!" Kael didn't look at her. He couldn't. His eyes were now two voids of pure, destructive interference. "THE NOISE... IS... THE ONLY... CONSTANT," a voice that wasn't Kael's—a chorus of a thousand Quenched—echoed through the chamber. The Auditor’s Final Move Sensing that their "Cleaners" had been blinded, the Auditors did something they hadn't done in ten thousand years. They stopped trusting their sensors. The "Halo" of ships began to descend into the atmosphere. If they couldn't hit the Earth from orbit, they would burn it from the inside out. They were coming down to "The Surface," abandonin

said Cornelio. Cornelio stick his sword into Varniant’s head. “[Extracting the core.]” said Appsylon. Varniant type never stop screaming while the core is extracted. When the core already extracted, his sword thrown a huge Cartridge of harvested core. “Herrscher, how’s your status?! We got no visual from outside of the cocoon!” said the commander. “He defeated it …” Said the PRD-class. “What?” said the commander. “Squad 105 LST-class Herrscher, Cornelio Halozy successfully extracted the core of the opponent. Unknown Varniant path has been defeated!” Said the PRD-class.

Around it, the three million Harvesters turned their sensors toward the approaching swarm. They didn't fire. They hesitated. Their logic couldn't handle the multiplicity. Three thousand "Friendly Terminals" were approaching at once. "NOW, VOSSEN!" I roared. The Vanguard-01 cut its engines and dived. While the three thousand ghosts led the Harvesters in a chaotic dance through the void, we dropped like a stone toward the center of the gold sun. We were the silver needle. We were the Trojan Horse. And as the "Traitor’s Silence" gave way to the roar of the final battle, I knew that the "Mafia" had finally reached the boss’s office.

Never unleashed. And Reed, God help her didn’t flinch. He didn’t lower his gun, either. His face was carved from stone. “You should’ve told me,” he said, his voice soft, dangerous. Her heart shattered. Axel’s smile widened, triumph blazing in his eyes. “She belongs with me.” Before Reed could answer, before Raven could speak, headlights flared at the far edge of the clearing. Trucks. Engines. Human Hunters. Dozens of them, armed to the teeth, pouring into the clearing like a wave of death.

I know that if Alex finds out, he’ll have no choice but to report me to the Council. Desperate to find a solution, I spoke to Mathias, the head of the Supernatural Council. I didn’t tell him about my bloodlust. I just said that I wanted to meet other vampires because I felt alone. Mathias was cool enough to direct me in Tristan Valarek’s direction. Tristan is a six-hundred-year-old vampire who runs a local Vampire Halo. That’s where I go when I disappear for days. In exchange for becoming part of Valarek’s Vampire Halo, I work as an enforcer. Mathias is the only one that knows I’m part of the Halo. And he has been pretty cool about keeping it to himself. Valarek doesn’t know ab

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.