Halo: Reach Sword Base Novels & Stories

at 200 decibels. Valerius swung the sword down. Haley hit [ENTER]. PING. The data packet didn't travel through the air. It traveled through the hardline connection, bypassing the ship's wireless shields, shooting straight up the power coupling, and directly into the Gungnir’s central nervous system. For a split second, nothing happened. Then, the world turned pink. Valerius’s helmet—a marvel of high-tech augmented reality that displayed tactical data, gravity vectors, and biological vitals—suddenly flashed.

/“I know, I just... I got excited. I wanted to see.” Her expression softens and she lets out a huff. /“I understand, but you must be cautious. Start with once a day, then gradually increase to twice. But no more than that for now.”/ I take a deep breath, absorbing her words. /“Okay, Halo. I’ll be more careful next time, I promise.”/ She nods, her image flickering. /“Try it now, but just for a moment.”/ Taking a deep breath, I focus on Halo’s eyes, allowing the world to shift into its inverted state. But just as the cabin comes into view, I see Ruin stepping out of the bathroom, a towel slung around his waist.

Sylvan mutters with amusement as his eyes turn black. Kylo rushes forward, his body poised with determination. One arm extends in front of him while the other rests by his face, a fierce expression etched onto his lips. “Mine…!!” Zion howls, ripping the tranquilizer from his neck. With a sudden burst of energy, Zion springs to his feet, propelling himself forward. Using Sylvans' back as a platform, he swiftly seizes a sword from Sylvans' hand and leaps into the air, brandishing the weapon triumphantly above his head. With a rapid and powerful swing of his sword, Zion swiftly removes Kylo's head. He then lands gracefully in a crouching position, just a couple of feet away from me. His stance

Her intense gaze, hardened by countless battles, was tempered by her unwavering loyalty to Somerland. To Elysia's left stood Gareth Swordbane, widely feared and respected as the Sword Demon. He was a tall, imposing figure, his eyes sharp and deadly. Known for wielding a blade with unparalleled mastery, Gareth’s skill in swordsmanship was legendary, his reputation as a ruthless opponent striking fear into the hearts of all who dared challenge him. His sword, an ancient blade etched with runic symbols, was strapped across his back, and his eyes held a piercing focus that spoke of countless battles fought and won.

It was really a dead end now. “Capture them now!” The rouge leading them yelled, but Eric slashed a sword through him before taking a few steps backwards. As another rouge charged forward, he slaughtered them like the animals they were. Fighting against the rouges wasn't really the problem; being with Halo was. She might get wounded if I picked up a sword.

While Riel was providing him with the opportunity, Henry had only one aim in mind: to grow as powerful as possible. Night arrived quickly. My vision was untouched by the darkness. But it was difficult for Henry because everything was the same colour due to the snow, and he ran into rocks and walls a few times. I left him alone. In any case, his ability should kick in at some point. I double-checked both the system and the map. The path to the sword technique was indicated on the map. Back in my world, it was similar to a navigation screen. "Basically, we're walking towards the peak."

The sword known as the treasure of Blade's Reach was destroyed by Adrian. Hansen looked at the shattered Lunar Edge, completely stunned. The next moment, Adrian struck again with the Hellblade, which carried a killing intent that surpassed everything. The attack was about to fall on Hansen's neck.

The fight was brutal, a blur of sword clashes and swirling darkness, each of us locked in a battle that felt like it would never end. But with every strike, I could feel the shards pulsing in my hands, their power growing stronger. I focused on the light they emitted, allowing it to guide me through the darkness. I had to do something. We had to end this. Then, amidst the chaos, I saw it—Harold. His unconscious form lay on the ground, not far from where we fought. The realization hit me like a lightning bolt. Harold was here. He wasn’t just lost in the Abyss; he was still tethered to this world.

I jumped up and I looked like a child who was given a candy because of ecstasy. I was in the middle of my fun when I realized I was the only one celebrating like a fool here. I hesitate to smile at them. They just stared at me seriously and then went back to examining the celestial weapon they had obtained. Raid analyzes a blue sword with double blades. A lion's head is engraved on its handle. “Raid, that’s the Blade of Pride. It brings victory to its user,” Archmaster revealed to the man.

The man's eyes narrowed as a formidable energy surged from him, displaying his cultivation base at the martial general ultimate mastery stage. Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! In a flash, he lunged at Howard, his broadsword slicing through the air, creating a series of deadly arcs aimed straight at Howard. The sound tore through the silence.