Halo X Star Wars Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Tears spilled from Starla’s eyes, soaking into the thin fabric of her hospital gown, leaving deep, dark stains. Her fingers traced his features, as if she were afraid he was just another illusion—another cruel side effect of cryogenic sleep. “I never thought… you would be here too.” “It doesn’t matter now.” Xavier kissed away her tears. “From now on, I’m staying by your side.” Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of the recovery center, the aurora danced across the Arctic sky. Xavier gently pushed Starla’s wheelchair as she traced frost patterns on the glass with her fingertips.

He had no choice but to stop talking. With such friends, what else couldn’t he bet on? Upon thinking that, he turned into a Sword Light without hesitation and entered the black-white-amethyst-gold halo where his main self of Path was. Then, a dazzling Xaria Light erupted from the amethyst-gold halo. The halo surged and was pulled to the top of the gray clouds.

Xander slumped back on the fluffy white armchair, his head rolling backwards as he stared up at the pink and golden ornate ceiling of Soralina’s bedroom. “Wow…a lot has…happened.” “Yup. Told you so.” Soralina agreed, sipping from her light pink mug across from Xander, her eyes trained on the table. “You did miss out on a lot brother.” “I certainly did.” Xander agreed, shutting his eyes before he let out a frustrated sigh, running his fingers through his hairs.

Leonardo explained. Dylan studied both paintings for some minutes before going to sit. "I have read about the war between the angels and the ancient lycans. It was said that the halo was obtained during the war, which was later remodelled into the halo artefact for protection. But the war was several decades ago; there is no way she might have experienced it first-hand," Dylan mused. "Do you think she has a connection to the halo then?" he asked. "I can't find anything that could connect them, except her sister. Even now, she has no knowledge that our kind and other races exist amongst humans," Leonardo replied grumpily.

I carefully inhaled slowly just in case my breaths might disturb her rest as I looked up at the stars, which glowed brighter, aligning into a swan constellation. They were coming. I held her tighter, burying my face in her neck. They were coming for her. At that moment, all I wanted was to take Xanthea back to the Infernal realm — to our penthouse, to our bedroom — where I could live a little longer in her warmth. Share moments of love where I could lose my heart in her heartbeats. Steal kisses that made my heart beat a little faster. Drown myself in her scent that helped me breathe a little better.

HAYLEE ~<>~ Euphoria beat through me as I fell into a peaceful slumber. Xalen’s scent and arms wrapped around me, helping me fall deeper and deeper into a realm I didn't know existed. Although I was unconscious and deeply asleep, I was still conscious of the way my heartbeat decreased. The slow thump in my chest propelled me—or better still, propelled my soul—into a dimension where I felt like some floating but lost angel. With Xalen in my bedroom, where he just made me cum… made me a woman. Even the thought of that made this floating angel smile and find her way within an unfamiliar dimension. But that wasn’t the point I was trying to make.

But I was quicker, slipping another silver band around his wrist, embedding it into his skin. The two wolves leaped at me as Rolph yelled, "No!" "Lacus!" I held up my hands and brought them back down abruptly, imagining Xander. I had no idea where he was, and he'd better not be doing anything he wasn't supposed to. Otherwise, he was going to get a surprise. Wind rushed past as I zoomed through the transparent tunnel, through the dark matter and stars. I stopped a moment later in the hallway of the Compound on the first floor. Xander was running the other way.

The first man, sensing her indifference, left without another word. Moments later, the younger man approached, sitting close beside her. His voice dropped to a husky whisper as he asked, "Are you interested?" Elara stayed silent, leaning in so close their faces nearly touched, then twirled the glass in her hand with a sly smile before pulling back. The man’s eyes roamed over her, taking in every curve. He slid his arm around her waist, pulling her closer as he whispered, "I’m Xander Hawke . And you, sexy?" Elara met his gaze and, in a sultry voice, said, "I’m Elara."

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT Night of Stars The journey to Elaric's chambers felt like floating through liquid starlight, wine making every step uncertain, walls tilting in ways that defied architectural logic. Xalara gripped his hand for balance as much as affection, laughter bubbling up from her chest at nothing and everything—the way shadows danced ahead of them, how her feet seemed to forget the proper rhythm of walking, the absurd joy of finally abandoning months of careful control. Gods, when did I drink so much? When did wine start tasting like courage and feeling like liquid rebellion against every careful choice I've made?

I turn my head to the sky , and I watch the stars twinkle brightly and I remember the words she had told me the night before I had left. “When ever you might find yourself feeling lonely , Sir Xavier. I want you to look the sky…” her hands slowly reaches out to the sky. We are both laying on the hay , looking at the stars and enjoying each others company – not knowing how long we are going to be apart. “ I want you to look at the stars – even if the sky looks dull and empty , search for a single star…and when you do , just know that I will be looking at it too” I feel my hand reaching out to her own. Our fingers intertwining with each other – her fingers are so soft and small compared to my