Halo Infinite Collectible Map Novels & Stories

Zen was the rising star that everyone had their eyes on, and the man behind the Shady Merchant was finally convinced that the Godfather was rooting for the right candidate. “What sort of information or items are you looking for?” he pouted. “I don’t carry a lot of stock with me.” Zen thought about it. What he needed most now was information to save time and assist the Vanguard team. “Do you have a map of the twenty-first floor?” Zen asked, hoping the NPC sold player maps. Sucking air through his teeth, the Shady Merchant hid a smile. What a bold request. Unfortunately, he did not have the authority to release an item beyond a player’s current progress.

I ask, looking at the sculpture of a sad boy. He smiles, the dimples on his cheeks deepening. “Cassian's work,” he says, blowing his hands. “Really?” “Yeah, it's his untold side hobby.” I look through the items, blown away. A shield carved in traditional Filipino sits on top of a log. I move my hand to touch it but Holden stops me. “Don't,” he says, his voice pitched. I retract my hand, “what?” “He hates it when someone touches his things,” he warns, his tone holding an unspoken meaning.

Before he entered the campsite, he was attracted by a voice— "Maps! Selling maps of the ruins of the Sacred Hall! One Precious Weapon for one map! Maps are limited. First come, first served..." A man shouted at the top of his lungs in a hoarse voice. There was actually a circle of people, wanting to see the so-called map. "One top-grade magical weapon for one look. You can't look at it for free..." The man with a hoarse voice was extremely stingy. "If we don't look at it, how can we know whether your map is real or not?" Someone protested.

"This is Valeria. She's amped to work with you." The green-eyed brunette beside him bowed. She had tiger attributes. "It's such an awesome honor to work with you! You're like, the ultimate phoenix story. I admire you so much!" I couldn't help my laugh. "I appreciate it. Ishilia, she'll help you and the gate guardians. She'll be of great value there, I just know it. I need to make copies of this map so everyone with a major role will know the layout of the land and what points to focus on. Uhh…where was that weird copy thingy I saw?" I wandered around the meeting room until I came across a little box. "Okay so in here…" I put the map on top and pushed a button. The thing made strange noises a

Amaris looked stiffed on his position as he witnessed his bird's color completely change into white. "I-I don't know." I stuttered. But then it's weird since Amaris didn't do any magic on it. I just said it would look better in white. I realized that the hand I used to caress its feathers was my right palm that has the scroll absorbed into. "This is new. A white crow?" Namir uttered in amazement. "Seems like a lot of weird things are happening today." He added. He's right. Was this all related to the scroll? The eclipse happened exactly when the scroll was absorbed by my skin and turned into a full bloom rose tattoo on my palm. Then Namir suddenly changed into his human form. And now this cr

I simply placed my ink-stained palm against the stone and spoke my name. ​"Aara Vance." ​The ground didn't shake. It breathed. The sand around the pillar turned into a swirling vortex of liquid gold, and the second "Foundation Stone" rose to the surface a massive, translucent plate of Bismuth-Quartz, glowing with the "Celestial Echo." ​As the plate activated, a beam of golden light shot straight up into the sky, hitting the L1 Lagrange point. The Golden Map on our craft updated instantly. The Sahara Sink was online.

“The maps show nothing at that location.” “The maps are wrong,” I smirk as I turn the key and watch the transport come to life beneath my fingertips. It’s one of our few larger pods, big enough for everyone if need be: Ursa, Orion, Kora, Atremi, Primus, and, gods willing, Carnelia. “The location isn’t present on our maps, but trust me, it’s real.”

And Vale knows that if I go berserk, there isn't anyone to help him stop the beast I would become. "Fine," he rolled his eyes and grunted annoyingly. "This is a part of Lord Riftan's collection. He had given us special permission to take it." The map was not as detailed as I thought it would be. It is merely blotted in handwritten ink and seemed to have been carved in impromptu. "There should be more places that are unmapped. Let's be careful." I nod. "We have to return in three days." I told him.

But here it is, all laid out in black ink on yellowed paper, real as the stone under her feet, detailed enough to make her feel like she was never writing a story at all — just taking dictation from a world that already existed. She pulls one of the rolled maps from the shelf and unrolls it on the table. It shows the entire continent, with names she never invented — the Scarred Lands to the north, the Salt Plains to the east, the Glass Mountains to the west. Roads wind through territories she left blank, rivers carve paths she never imagined, cities bear names that feel both familiar and alien. In the corner, a small symbol is drawn in red ink — a crow holding a key in its beak, the same mar

I rumbled, my deep voice dropping into a low, gravelly grate that physically vibrated the glass console. Marcus swiped his calloused fingers across the display, zooming out past the reinforced titanium walls of the Kingsley estate. The holographic map shifted, revealing the borders of the southern maritime pack and the eastern delta clans. Scattered across the outer sectors, glowing red tracking nodes lit up like fresh entry wounds.