Halo Spartan Oc Novels & Stories

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

he announced, and the room got louder. "If that was the case, why did the halo only have an effect on the royal Pack? Besides, there has never been any incident in history where the halo merged with someone. Can you please explain this to us?" another Alpha asked, and Dylan nodded. "It is not common knowledge, but the halo was made to be carried by a Luna, not a crystal. However, the generation of Lunas that followed the creation of the halo had no one fit enough to carry it, so it was never carried by a Luna."

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

He drops, and the war begins. Gunfire cracks across the lot. My men surge forward, precision cutting through chaos. Lucio takes down two before they even raise their weapons. I move fast, steady, each shot a sentence passed, each body a message carved in blood. Inside, the warehouse stinks of fuel and dust. Crates line the walls, marked with symbols that mean nothing to most but everything to men like me. They are Vincent’s lifeblood, his future. Not anymore. “Light it,” I order.

He raises an eyebrow, and Halo smirks knowingly. Halo Noel: Worth a try. Halo turns back to the compartment and pulls out a pair of matching compact pistols. The steel receiver is a solid steel chassis, with a slimmed mag. He holsters them to his side, where they are completely concealed in holsters convenient for mobility. He grabs other small gadgets, including small silver disks the size of quarters in slim, see-through cartridges. He loads them into a camo-green vector gen semi-automatic rifle. The clean weapon features a full-length rail with a night-vision optic mounted atop it. A futuristic design, as lethal as it is beautiful.

I desperately hoped that the wreckage did not contain any of my allies and that they had escaped safely, but now wasn't the time to search for them. Now was the time to bring about an end to Draco's reign of terror. As the dust cleared, I would have given anything to see Draco's face the moment he saw my Spartan standing amongst the field of wreckage, utterly unharmed. "What?" he exclaimed. "That's impossible! You were directly in range! How are you still standing?" "Killswitch targets IRON chips," I responded. I reached my hand up to touch the empty slot in the back of my neck. "the secret of the Spartan is that it doesn't use one to balance."

Three pairs of eyes lifted to meet his, each one sharp in its own way. Alpha Caspian of the Southern Realm's deep bronze skin caught the light as he leaned back in his chair, blond coils slicked away from his brow and his dark eyes hooded as a lazy smirk tugged at his lips. He always looked too calm, as if nothing could ever shake him. Alpha Aleksandr of the Eastern Realm sat rigid beside him with rugged features, dark brown hair and amber eyes hard as flint with a pale scar nicking one brow as he tracked every move Orion made.

"An omega who doesn't know she's an omega. It's fascinating, really." "Back off, Lena," Jace warned, his voice dropping even lower. I glanced at him and saw his eyes had shifted—the hazel darkening to that now-familiar gold that seemed to glow with inner light. Lena's eyes flashed in response, the amber color shifting to the same unnatural gold. The air between them seemed to crackle with tension, and I found myself pressing back against the booth, my heart hammering in my chest. "Careful, Jace," Lena purred, though there was nothing soft about her tone. "You wouldn't want to cause a scene, would you? Not with so many humans around."

He heard they were very painful and uncomfortable, so he happily took them every month. The scent neutralizers he took were also expensive because he put them on every day. He knew only Alphas could smell Omega scents, but he didn't want to risk people finding out he was an Omega, so he also needed money for that. It wasn't like he was poor; he just had enough to come by. He didn't complain about his life, and he was happy with the way he lived right now. Those few side effects couldn't keep him down.