Halo: The Flood Novel Novels & Stories

Havoc couldn’t sense this one. She woke with a start, turning and looking into my eyes - with eyes that nearly glowed violet with teal sparks flashing. “Chase.”, she said as she blinked, the glow fading to the normal caribbean blue that always captivated me. “Yeah. I’m here. Are you ok?”, I asked, thinking of her glowy eyes. ‘Uh huh. Why?” “Well, when you opened your eyes, they were glowing.”, I answered. “Glowing? What do you mean? Like happy or like glowing?”

Sela formed a white shield and covered them all with the rest of the angels left who also assisted in maintaining the shield. lucifer waved his palms and the ground broke open and large, vast amount of hot larva sprut out flowing in large amounts like a river and it flooded the area taking down every thing. It flowed continuously and spread around to every part of China burning every damn thing, cars, human, buildings. It spread from China to all over Asia drying up every river, every sea, every ocean, in fact every damn water body. It didn't only stop in Asia it spreaded all over the earth. If you view earth from outer space it will surely look like a mini sun because every where was b

I’m seeing things I haven’t been privy to in years, seeing faces and people even though I don’t know them. /“What’s happening to me, Halo?”/ I ask her as I’m laying on the bed with my arm slung over my eyes. /“This doesn’t make any sense to me.”/ Slowly, the darkness dissipates and Halo’s negative appearance comes into view. She’s sitting on her hind legs with her head tilted slightly to the side, a curious expression etched on her face. /“I’ve told you before, Chloe Jane,”/ she starts. /“Your mind is conjuring up some vivid images now that you’ve had a sneak peek at what the world looks like. Have you tried to up your sights to twice a day?”/

As fast as they came, they are off into the untracked woods of the Wildlands. Author's Note Dear Readers, Thank you so much for reading and supporting this long journey we have taken together. Chapter Eight in The Dark Below is a milestone within the novel itself. It is the halfway point. I cannot thank any of you, readers, enough for your support. Even if you just thought about giving my book a chance or thought about my story in general, thank you from the bottom of my heart. Chapter nine will be available near the middle or end of January. There we will explore Salavanta and her first mate, Gardax’s travels through the sky with the hopes of gathering a crew for the utmost important missio

"You will be permanently changed by the knowledge within. Are you ready to take on that responsibility? Zara and Elias looked at each other. "To turn back now is not why we came this far." Elias took a step next to her and nodded. "We are prepared." The Keeper had glowing eyes. "After that, read the book to find out how much the Nexus's power costs." The Disclosure Zara extended her hand and touched the cover of the book. She felt a rush of electricity as soon as she touched it, and the room was flooded with intense brightness. Their surroundings dimmed once again, giving way to a wide swath of stars and whirling galaxies. The Nexus, a throbbing sphere of entwined light and black, was at the

"You’re on the roof. I need you to panic." "I'm already panicking!" Haley’s voice shrieked over the radio. "There's a literal tsunami in the sky, Jack! I'm wearing designer shoes!" "Good! Focus that panic on the water. Reality bends around you. Tell the universe that gravity still works!" Up on the roof, wrapped in a corona of blinding golden chaos energy, Haley screamed in sheer terror and stomped her foot. The probability field rippled outward. The towering wall of water, seconds away from crushing lower Manhattan, suddenly seemed to remember Isaac Newton. The unnatural suspension failed. Millions of gallons of water crashed straight down into the riverbed with a deafening roar, soaking th

Chapter 1 Dawn Ellery's point of view The neon sign outside my window flickers with the persistence of a dying star, painting my skin in sickly green pulses that match the throbbing in my temples. Room 13 — because the universe isn't subtle with its omens. I press my fingertips against the lipstick-marked mirror, feeling the static electricity spark between glass and skin. Three days in Vegas, and all I have to show for it is this cigarette-stained coffin of a motel room and the terrifying knowledge that something inside me is very, very wrong.

They were deep green, glowing, swirling with plankton light. “I can’t stop it,” she said, voice echoing unnaturally. “It’s not a power. It’s a memory. I am the tide.” And then— The statue cracked. A hairline fracture across its chest. Then another. It split down the middle, and from inside poured not stone—but water. Endless. Flooding. Rushing. The drowned shrieked—not in pain, but in praise. The flood had begun. And Mireya was at its center.

They were no longer characters in a war; they were the Survivors of the Narrative. ​"The 400th Chapter was supposed to be the Great Synthesis," Elia whispered, her voice sounding like a distant echo in a cathedral. She was fading, her tactical consoles turning into literal puddles of ink that evaporated before they hit the floor. "But the Author... he skipped the war. He gave us the Peace of the Blank Page." ​Beyond the viewport, the Andromeda Sector was gone. The Siphons, the Ink-Ocean, and the Colosseum had been compressed into a single, infinite white expanse. And there, floating in the center of the void, was the Cradle.

“There’s the Morton part.” The water rises another inch. Nell coughs against Hale’s shoulder. No one asks for a safer plan. For one second, the old shape of us almost returns. Then the hatches open and my face steps into the flood.