Noble 6 Halo Novels & Stories

He lifted up his spear, and his men understood his gesture as they halted in a moment of disorderliness. The man’s chest was covered with a gleaming bronze breastplate emblazoned with regal drawings. He wore a red garment that swayed sideways when the winds blew against it. He seemed, by all standards, the leading figure. He dismounted from his horse and collected a battle helmet from a soldier who handed it to him. He wore the helmet, transforming his handsome face to an ugly mask. He snapped his fingers, and a black soldier gave him a scabbard. He pulled the glittering sword out of its scabbard. The gaze of the men around fell on the sword as it absorbed the sun’s reflected light, dazzling

My earpiece crackled to life. "Agent 64, can you hear me?" "Yes, sir," I replied, keeping my voice low. "I am in the ducts." "Good. I am patching Cyber in now." A soft beep signaled the handoff. “Nora, you are in the east duct,” Cyber's voice said, calm and precise. “The vault room is in the center of the building. Go straight, take the right fork, then continue ahead.” I followed his directions, inching forward on hands and knees. The heat was unbearable, the stale air thick with dust.

Vera looked slightly pleased and deliberately raised her voice. "Cynthia, you have no shame. You have become the rich people's lackey. Even if you gave me this money for free, I still wouldn't accept it." My face went pale, and all I could do was watch her walk inside. By 8:00 pm, the charity gala officially began. I could only watch it through the live stream. Sean had to leave early because of a contract his company needed to finalize.

"But the man who runs it, Vex... he’s ruthless. He controls all the fuel distribution and mercenary contracts on the station." "I like ruthless men," Sebastian replied smoothly. "They understand math." [The Negotiation] The Rusty Halo was a massive, subterranean club pulsating with heavy, bass-driven synthetic music. Sebastian’s group bypassed the crowded dance floor, following Elara to a heavily guarded VIP booth in the back.

"I am. You asked for it. Now you have to give me what I want. It's Halo's turn." Kwen just looked at me like I grew three heads. Suddenly her eyes flashed its golden green color and I knew my next full course meal was on the way. Halo's scent was slightly different from Kwen's. Kwen was a cocoa mint, while Halo was a cocoa cinnamon. It was just as filling and flavorful. Reign and I took turns pleasing our mate. By the time we were done and Kwen came the last time, she passed out. We watched her sleep, loving that we got to experience this with her. Now that I've tasted her, I'll never be able to go another day without it.

Frank reacted, the bot having some modicum of emotions programmed into its being attempted a sad look, as it loaded the arbiter with the necessary load out. “I’ll have the same as him Tommy, whatever is in my rig” H-6 replied, patting the machine in the back. The engineer who managed the ammo dump waved at the two, his eyes glued onto his holo screen as he managed his exhaustive inventory. “Good morning to you too Tommy Prime” H-6 greeted him. Once they were set out and loaded, the Arbiters mounted their airbikes and set a flight path, H-6 and Frank fist bumped each other before energizing the Helium in their vehicles.

"And one day, I presented her with the ring you wear, He looked at it. The top of it holding the yellow stone glittered, Xander saying,"As we maintain Order, every new Don of Carnefecina gets the tattoo of all nine planets on their back. A sign of balance. Perfection. Something beautiful from chaos, but every Don that rules, is given two things. A ring called Halo that reminds one of the Sun, to show their power over other things and the other, a crescent moon with a star, to be given to who the Don keeps higher than themselves. In other words, if there's a life or death situation, also called Venus bearer's life would be put first before the Don himself,"

Chapter 54 The Gift The Halo deck shimmered to life, its holographic projections weaving a breathtaking tapestry of color and light. Niklaus and Kie had chosen a Starlit night: a view from Heaven. It was amazing it seemed like you were walking on thin air among the stars in the Heavens.

He sat on the chair in front of his laptop and began his research. After an hour, he leaned back and crossed his arms, whispering hoarsely“James Frost,” The owner and founder of Lumina Luxe, a famous hotel known for its ethereal quality and standard facilities. What does Wanda want with a hotel CEO? He pondered. Clicking his tongue, Silas closed the laptop, hissing in frustration. What was he even doing right now? Maybe Fiona was right, he spoke rudely to her all night and even refused to stay with her all because of some stupid curiosity.

They were rare, even within the entire Southsky! The fifth halo protected another high-grade spiritual treasure that appeared to be a defensive shield. Finally, the sixth halo housed a palm-sized spiritual treasure shaped like a miniature mountain. It radiated a divine glow and was shrouded in swirling blackish-yellow energy that distorted the surrounding space. Severin's heartbeat quickened at that sight. "There it is! The Sky-Soil Zenith!"