Halo: The Mona Lisa Novels & Stories

Jack opened the video. The image was grainy, clearly from a low-quality security camera. It showed a room filled with server racks—standard data center equipment, nothing special. But in the center of the room, connected to the servers by a web of cables that pulsed with faint light, was something that was definitely not standard. It was Haley. Or rather, it was Haley's consciousness, rendered visible through some kind of holographic projection. She looked exactly as Jack remembered—young, sharp-featured, with the kind of smile that suggested she was always thinking three steps ahead. But there was something wrong with her expression. Something desperate.

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.

Lucille pushed me forward encouragingly. “She is the future Luna of the eclipse pack. Alison Walker mate of Drake Black.” My words fell silent. Lucille’s smiling complexion sliding from her face in an instance as she realised what I was saying. Even Estelle seemed to have gathered what I was talking about. “You can’t.” Lucille whispered in horror. “I have to. There is no other option.” “The Goddess would not ask this of you.” Lucille spoke with conviction.

“It's understandable though.” “And why is that?” I took a sip from my hot chocolate. “You're a part of the moon. You're its halo,” he told me. “Such a beautiful halo if I may add.” I blushed. “I love you, my beautiful halo.” He leaned in and his lips met mine. “I love you too,” I murmured once we pulled away.

He reluctantly agreed to Claire's idea of scaring the teenagers. As they set out to scare the teenagers, Nate twirled his hands, making a strong wind blow across the graves and quench the candles, causing panic on the teenagers' faces. One of them suggested they leave, but they shut her up. Nate then made an eerie laugh loud enough to scare them, and they froze. Claire raised her voice, pretending to be a mysterious figure in the fog with horns and glowing red eyes. They all screamed and left, leaving Claire to materialize and sit on one of the tombstones laughing evilly.

Luna Sandra despised this second maid, her eyes darting around, wide open with surprise. It turned out that every flower, every blade of grass, every door and window, every piece of furniture, and even the mountainside, the dining hall, everything was plastered with yellow talismans. This bizarre scene left Luna Sandra dumbfounded. Miona exclaimed, “This is—”

" THE BREAKOUT We ran through the corridors of the White Citadel. Klaxons were blaring. CODE RED. ASSET UNCONTAINED. "He's going to level the building," Kai panted as we sprinted toward the elevator. "He won't level it," Silas said. "He's precise. He'll just... dismantle the offensive capabilities." We reached the surface loading dock. The Goliath was waiting in the river. But as we ran across the tarmac, the ground shook. BOOM. A plume of blue fire erupted from the east wing of the complex the direction of the research hangar. It wasn't an explosion. It was a beam. A pillar of pure starlight shooting straight up into the sky. "He found the shard," Kai said, shielding his eyes. Then, the scr

Jaden glared at Mona Lisa feeling a little bit angry and disappointed that she refused to give him to his request. Mona Lisa focused on the movie ignoring Jayden's request. Jayden reached out Mona Lisa’s hand and grasped her hand trying to squeeze her hand while Mona Lisa tried to break off from his grip, both holding an intense eye contact.

Hazel Moore. Days are blending together like a blur. I'm sitting in my room when a maid calls me for dinner, her voice a distant echo through the hollow silence that surrounds me. Morana has been officially titled as the Luna of the pack, and she's back to herself. I should be happy for her, and I am. But that happiness is overshadowed by the darkness that clings to me. My wolf stopped talking to me as well.

Director Harlow, silver-haired, aristocratic features frozen in an expression of disbelief as he turned to face the intruders. "Impossible," he whispered, his gaze fixing on Maya's glowing form. "The suppression fields…”