Novel & Cerita Halo Spartan Oc

Then, looking back at my cold cup of tea, I scoot myself over and hover my hands over it. 'Come on, Lylah. You can do this!' I tell myself. Once again, I narrow my eyes and concentrate on the words 'Inferno Flamo,' repeating over in my mind. Minutes go by, but I keep pushing myself to keep going this time. Half an hour has passed, and beads of sweat have formed across my forehead as I keep as still as a statue focusing on the cold tea. An owl lands on the stone rail and hoots, startling me. I turn and glare at the brown owl.

The kind that makes your spine stiffen and your instincts scream run before your brain understands why. Subject 07. He was tall, lean, wearing the old Academy combat uniform — the one retired after the first Halo disaster. His skin was marked with silver veins, pulsing faintly beneath the surface like live wires. His eyes? Black. No whites. No pupils. Just void. “Ophelia Wolfe,” he said, voice flat, mechanical. “You are not authorized to carry Halo data outside the Observation Chamber.” Ophelia narrowed her gaze. “I wasn’t aware my own memories were property.”

It had a chequered front strap, double diamond grips, stainless steel and engraved frame, polished gold finish of the Wilson Combat Classic Super grade handgun. Eden had seen it in Malakai's hands multiple times and absolutely loved it. In all honesty, she was just taking it now to piss Malakai off, and trust me, it worked. Malakai was fuming, Eden was going to be a lot to handle, he could already tell. He knew she would not be easy to control, and that was an understatement. Eden had become one of his best too. By the time Malakai reached his office, Eden was long gone.