Halo Oc Novels & Stories

A lot of other people who already had mates were going to be there as well, to celebrate the Moon goddess and to watch and see who would be paired with whom tonight. Alpha Alex was getting ready in the bedroom. He was wearing a business suit, fixing his cuff as he stood in front of a full-length mirror. Then he heard the door open, and he stopped and glanced to see that it was the luna walking in. She was wearing a blue sparkly dress. It was stunning, but it was not the one that they had agreed for her to wear. Traditionally, they were supposed to wear black to every Oracle Ceremony. That was how it had been done for generations. So Alex seeing Cassandra in a different color was kind of weir

--- SCENE 2: CODE NAME – HALO POV: Eli Navarro | Location: Naomi's Apartment Vault | Time: 9:12 AM Eli unlocked the second part of the USB Naomi left behind. A program opened. Titled: HALO. A message blinked. > “What if I told you the Navarro family was never the real crown?” He clicked play. A video of Naomi, worn from battle, eyes manic with clarity. > “Jayce thinks he’s king. Eli thinks he’s the shadow. But the real war wasn’t about power. It was about who hid Project Hollow.”

Margaret is one of them. "He assumes omegas are only good for manual labor and bedmates," Halo scoffed. "He is quite a condescending fickle wolf," I replied. "He is a loser and a coward," Halo growled. "Let us focus on our plan to leave this place. I know what the seer said, but I'm not staying here forever. It is unfair," I said, cutting off our mind-link. Beta Vincent's POV

Ophelia was one of the unlucky ones. Emir retracted his intent to kill and assessed Oscar with surprise. "You've already achieved Supreme realm, and it appears your rank is quite high." Oscar grinned. "Emir, I am a half-Supreme, with combat strength comparable to a peak Supreme." "Impressive!" Emir acknowledged with a nod. Such prowess placed Oscar among the elite members of the Halcyon Clan, making him truly remarkable. "You're badly hurt." "Yes, I barely survived a few days ago. Emir, I've come to ask for the Halcyon Clan's assistance this time."

When they saw the scene in the night sky that was projected from the training field, it was safe to say that they were dumbfounded. “What the f*ck is going on? Is this a 3D holography film? When did we get our hands on such fantastic gear? The effects are amazingly realistic! Is… Is that the projection of the Araiton Dynasty?” Juan continued to rub his eyes and expressed his surprise. “Are you kidding me? Am I f*cking dreaming? This is absolutely stunning!” Olympias also pushed Jim out of their house. When she saw the scene in the night sky, her face was filled with disbelief. She thought that she was seeing things for a moment.

I muttered to the soldiers, "You step an inch forward then I'll forget the kindness in my heart and save my family." My gaze drilled into the commandant. He must've sensed my annoyance and the overwhelming need to hurt them, he fell to my feet. Or was it my Luna aura? The rest of the soldiers fell before me. Flynn and his team were somewhat shaken. The smugness fell off Stan's face. "Who's pathetic now?" Chase smirked. "Don't be fooled," Flynn snarled, "She is just an Omega with no power. She is a helpless creature with false confidence."

“Good day, all. I am Mary Vaughn-Hamilton, daughter of Gerald Vaughn, Alpha of the Phoenix Pack, but some may know me as the Luna of the San Francisco Pack. Before drafting this message, I battled with myself, because I was unsure if it was the best thing to do. It is now clear to me that I should never have allowed myself to be silenced. My story deserves to be heard.

She was definitely energetic. My first lesson with Alec went great. He explained code words and units to me, focusing on letting me get a grasp of the structure and command theory. "You're smart. Very, very smart. Your intellect is no doubt higher than mine. That's why..." He trailed off, placing a square, metal box on the table. I blinked at it and then beamed. I recognised this little box. I helped create it - the tactical holo-emitter pod, model THP-500 - typically called holo-pod. A compact, self-contained projector that generates fully interactive, room-scale holographic simulations for everything from CQB drills to comms exercises. It was a joint effort between me, Helios, Khione and t

says Syl. "I don't," I admit. "I might," says Hala as she perks up, her pearl earrings shining in some of the light that comes between the leaves around us. She closes her eyes and concentrates, and her standing cast appears, before it melts into a cloud of shimmering glitters. Hala opens her eyes, and then points at Syl as she directs the cloud. It goes to him, and then falls over his head, shoulder, and rest of him. It's not erased his image, but it has distorted him. With the right background, it'd only look like a breeze was blowing something of that same background.

I drummed my fingers on the desk. A second later, the door slammed open. Lillian barged in, fake smile long gone. "Clara Quinton, why'd you freeze my card? The TV reporters are still outside! Are you trying to tank Vectorial Corp's rep? "I've worked my butt off to build this image, and now you're tearing it down? "You never even cared about this company, and now look at you—wrecking everything. What kind of person..."