Halo Novels Novels & Stories

NIGHT. HALO engages night and heat vision, watching the mercenaries become red figures against the intense brightness of the night-vision in his optics. He unholsters then raises his rifle, and a light sound of metal emanates as he disperses one of the quarter-sized disks. It falls in the centre of the enclosure, and one mercenary looks down. Shining his flashlight on the ground. He sees it, grows alarmed as his head tilts in confusion, but he picks it up and sticks it in his pocket.

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

It wasn't just that, the villain was taken down by the protagonists because they are the protagonists who had the protagonist's halo. However, those are just my guesses but it is more likely linked to the plot of the novel titled ‘In the name of Psychopaths’. Aren't those so-called protagonists gonna end up destroying the world because of the constant war? They sure do act high and mighty, thinking they wanted to save the world yet in reality, they wanted to rule the world.

The world was silent, as if isolated from the mortal realm. Carl stopped walking and slowly raised his eyes, his pitch-black pupils suddenly sharpening as he gazed at the gray sky. To ordinary eyes, the sky still looked as it should in the morning—mist swirling, the first light of dawn faintly shining. But in his vision, an invisible Rule Halo was slowly gathering above the firmament. That halo was neither gold nor white, without substance or form, yet it contained a vast and overwhelming pressure that could suppress all ages and rule all things. It held no emotion, no warmth, cold as eternal ice, pressing down heavily upon him from above.