Sanghelios Halo Novels & Stories

His attention snaps back to the problem at hand, and he growls again, breaking open the rest of her door to go inside and check more thoroughly. I’m left waiting in the hall, waiting. When Salazar reemerges, he looks even less in control. “Go look for her in Velthra. Now.” I go toe to toe with him, only vaguely aware that my building anger is affecting the space around us. The halo sign on the back of my neck begins to glow, and he stiffens when our clothes and hair begin wafting as if gravity is pulling at us. A sign that I’m close to ripping a hole in Velthra.

Halo taps Gael's left shoulder and the boy looks up at him. Halo Noel: Think they will take a picture of you looking up at the dome? Gael Slater: Awesome. They have a modern SX-70! The boy dashes off and Halo quickly follows behind. Using his hidden skills to keep track of the boy through the crowd. Gael reaches the fluffy dolphin, animatedly spewing out orders to them. Halo keeps his distance, but Gael turns and smiles. Waving him over with a big grin. Halo points at himself, and Gael nods vigorously. He chuckles nervously, then walks over only to be greeted by an exuberant wave from the mascot.

"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.

Traffic lights blinked against a city descending into chaos. “Helios runs the security systems for three major nations,” Alma said. “If Nyx activated him, he’s weaponized every surveillance system in the eastern hemisphere.” Julian pulled his coat tighter. “So he’s watching us right now.” As if in response, a voice echoed from rooftop speakers. “You’re late, sister.” Helios emerged from a rooftop helipad, tall, golden skinned, with eyes that glowed like the sun. His arms were cybernetic, shining with heat signatures.

Finally dropped the fake halo and showed up like the villain she really was. "If you behave, I might let you live long enough to die of old age." Cute. Real generous of her. Even if I'd been totally clueless, they still would've wiped me out. Just like last time—erase, delete, gone. Lillian cracked up, loud and unhinged. "You did this to yourself! Rot here! Everything you had? Mine now!" In my last life, I never got why Bobby and Whitney backed her. She might've "saved" them, sure, but I was their son's wife. That used to mean something, right?

he says dubiously, almost unsure. “...mmm. Well then, Sphinx, you’re aware of what took place at one of my docks?” Lucius’ monotonous voice slowly floats towards me. Just before I snuck out, I went through all his camera footage. From the airport to the docks. While doing so I saw the heist done by the Halcones (Spanish for Falcons). They killed the members there and stole the Scorpions’ drug shipment. I nod, “The Halcóns stole your drug shipment.” I state all-knowingly.

Without giving a damn, I sat with my arms crossed as I looked over the entire table. I could see a few of them scowl while the rest just turned back to Halo who was no seated. A big smile was on his face as he stared back at me, seeming satisfied with whatever his crazy plan for bringing me here was. “I knew you wouldn't come if you knew they were all here.” He said to me with a slight shrug. “You can't be an ally without meeting the members can you?” “I never asked for it.” I replied coldly and Halo just laughed before turning to look at the other members. “I know a lot of you already know, but this is Luca Santoro. An ally of La Oscuridad. He doesn't want to he classified as a member.”

At the hospital entrance, two men in loungewear stepped forward and blocked my path. "Are you Ms. Cynthia Lawson?" When I nodded, Andre Walker, the country's richest man, looked so shaken that he could hardly get the words out. "Ms. Lawson, my wife is an older expectant mother. Something went wrong during the surgery, and she urgently needs blood. You must already know about the situation!" As he spoke of his wife struggling through a difficult delivery, his eyes turned red.

“Excellent. I need sunlight or moonlight or anything that isn’t deep ocean pressure.” Kade looked nauseous. “I need… silence.” Rian raised his hand. “I need therapy.” “We all do,” Ianthe said cheerfully. Alessia was already moving towards the hatch. Kael followed immediately, walking half a step behind her, shadows adjusting to the slightly warmer atmosphere of the Solaris hangar. The hatch slid open. A wave of bright golden light hit them. Solaris guards lined the entrance, weapons at ease but shoulders tense. Several engineers stared at the WING with awe, whispering among themselves.

The Gobi Desert was a landscape of frozen dunes and absolute, terrifying darkness. The Silo 9 complex, buried beneath the Singing Sands, didn't look like a NASA facility. It looked like a cathedral of silver and bone. The Zenith sat in the center of the shaft—a sleek, spindle-shaped vessel crafted from a self-healing titanium-collagen alloy. It didn't have thrusters; it had neural filaments that pulsed with a faint, bioluminescent gold.