Halo: The Flood Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"You're overwriting yourself! There won't be anything left of you to inhabit the world we're saving!" Kael didn't look at her. He couldn't. His eyes were now two voids of pure, destructive interference. "THE NOISE... IS... THE ONLY... CONSTANT," a voice that wasn't Kael's—a chorus of a thousand Quenched—echoed through the chamber. The Auditor’s Final Move Sensing that their "Cleaners" had been blinded, the Auditors did something they hadn't done in ten thousand years. They stopped trusting their sensors. The "Halo" of ships began to descend into the atmosphere. If they couldn't hit the Earth from orbit, they would burn it from the inside out. They were coming down to "The Surface," abandonin

He scrambled backward out the broken door on his hands and knees, running for the high ridge before the upper dam structure gave way. The roar slowly settled into a steady, massive thrum. The room stopped shaking. I fell back against the wall, my hands covered in black grease and red blood, my bare foot completely dead to the cold. I looked through the ruined doorway. The fog was clearing, showing the wide, empty river valley below us, completely wiped clean by the flood. Clara crawled over, her face white but whole. She looked down through the floor hatch, where the giant water pipes were running dry.

Herrscher Academy, Dorm number 80. “Alexa, please wake up your neighbor.” Said the instructor. That girl shaking the shoulder of sleeping member beside her. “Huh …?” that boy start to wake up even still sleepy. “Classroom feel comfy than hostel, Cornelio?” Said the instructor. The other Cadet laugh on low. “A-ah, pardon me, Sir. I’m already awake, please continue the lesson.” Said that boy. His name is Cornelio Halozy, top ranked member in his squad even he just 16 years old. He dislikes to talk with other Cadets for some reason.

Martha was still there, slumped against her pillar, exhausted but alive. ​The mercenaries who had been following the water—men in black tactical gear and breathing masks—were floating in the water, their weapons useless. They weren't dead, but they were trapped in the shimmering, thickened water, unable to move. ​Alaric looked at his hands. He looked at me. He looked like a god who had just remembered he was once a man. ​"It's over," he whispered. ​"No," I said, looking up at the skylight. I could hear the helicopters circling above. I could hear the Council members screaming into their radios. "The flood was the end of the old world. Now, we go to the surface and start the new one."

I held her in my arms, whispering comfort as Clara fought to reboot the med systems. “She’s inside the network,” Clara hissed. “Our ship. Our backups. Our minds if we’re not careful.” Lucien’s eyes burned. “Then we kill the source.” “You want to kill a child?” I snapped. “I want to stop the end of the world,” he snarled back. And for the first time… I wasn’t sure which was which anymore. We jumped to HALCYON at midnight. It hovered like a dead god over the curve of Earth. Lights pulsed along its ringed edges. Drones floated like metal bees. And in the center, suspended in a glass cathedral—Rhea.

He could lose everything, but he couldn't lose her. Malakai took Eden's halo and broke it in half creating two horns instead. The halo that represented innocence was what Malakai broke and turned it into a killer. He took an angel and turned her into a devil. But deep down, she always remained an angel. Malakai's angel. Even with her broken halo. So, like I said. This wasn't a story about heroes and villains, this was all about the villains. Because villains will always be villains if the heroes tell the story. So I decided to tell you a story from the villain's point of view.

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

the last of them sassed “This is absurd” Mother cried out “You know you can do this without her having to die right?” “Yes but where’s the fun in that” They answered in sync. Totally creeping me out I looked round and found my father and brothers looking at each other with eyes glazed over and I knew they were communicating telepathically “Ugh… so how is this going down…” Mama asked again “Yes!!! Here’s the plan… Chaos will have to…” ****** ****** On the Third Day Alpha River’s P.O.V

“Planned your survival.” Rain hammered harder, concealing the silence that followed. *** Night engulfed the annex completely. They left only the screens to light the space, blue‑white halos staining all surfaces. Evelyn stood alone at the far side of the room, recording device in hand — the same one labelled Mirror One. She hesitated, thumb hovering above record. New Entry – Firewall Pattern. Her voice trembled but remained steady enough to be archived. “I accused Elias of playing God. Now I learn he built the flood walls.

“Weather report, 90% humidity, 30 degrees celsius, 100% chance of rain. REDACT previous Rain report. 100% Chance of a Rainstorm. Wind speeds at 20 Kilometers. Have a safe patrol Arbiter H-6.” The AI’s hologram dissipated, leaving the already dimly lit room in total darkness. The Arbiter stood by the window, staring down onto the city below him. Domed Arcologies sat peacefully against the raging elements while the smaller riverslums and platformed spires dotted the surroundings with holographic advertisements snaking across their malformed architecture.