The Broken Halo Novels & Stories

Sariah flew backward, landing hard against a stone. Pain exploded through her ribs, but she was already scrambling up, eyes blazing. Isolde lunged for the echo, but it vanished, dissolved into mist and voice and promise. The throne cracked again, and what remained of it, and the sky above split down its middle. Not from light. From something coming through. Something vast. And the echo’s voice rang out from everywhere at once. “You broke the cycle. Now watch what grows from the ruin.”

Brandon Kim’s last statement, but he kept a straight face, acting as if he wasn’t interested. “Remember this, Skylar. Your bond cannot be broken at will. You and your partner are permanently bound. The only way to break that bond is through death. This is clearly different from the typical concept of an Alpha and Omega fated pair because you are not an Alpha. Anyway, I’m done talking to you. I have to get back to work. Rest now." Dr. Brandon Kim walked out of Skylar’s room, shaking his head. Just before he disappeared behind the door, Skylar faintly heard him mutter.

A week later, I received news that Lilith had been forcibly sent to a mental institution. Her once-beautiful face was now disfigured by glass cuts. She wandered around in madness, constantly crying out, “Lucas, save me! Don’t let them talk about me. I’m so scared…” Eventually, as her condition worsened, she lost her grip on reality and fell from a tall building. As for Lucas, under the Werewolf Association's sentencing, his life also came to an end. One day, while engrossed in work, I received a call from an unknown number.

"He built it to hold. To contain the thing that should not be. But power is a hunger. And the kings that followed did not understand what they sat upon." Rael’s grip on the book tightened. "And now that the chains are broken, The Hollow Crown will call," Vame finished. "And something will answer." A heavy silence fell. Then Bram huffed, resting his axe against his shoulder. "Right. So let’s fix it. How do we stop this?" Vame’s golden eyes flickered. "You cannot." Rael’s stomach twisted. "There has to be a way." Vame turned toward him, gaze piercing. "The cycle is broken. The world will not remain as it was. The only path now is forward."

' I quoted and looked at him, "Are you suggesting-" "Wolfhaze isn't just the person's thought process. It affects their body. And it's a common fact that infants don't live past the first few days after birth, when they were conceived with or from a parent who had wolfhaze in their system." Aeron said and looked over to me, "It's a dangerous drug for wolves, and only a few cases have resulted in pregnancy. My seed was made from wolf haze. Cases like that resulted in death. My seed was laced with wolfhaze Maliya. That means the child will grow in your womb, burning. When they are born, they have burn marks down their bodies, their veins are a deep purple, and they-"

“If you’re seeing this, it means I failed you. Not as a scientist. But as someone who once promised to protect you.” “You weren’t supposed to remember. They said if we erased enough — if we fragmented your mind just right — you’d never find your way back.” “But you did.” Ophelia sat frozen as the image of him — older, grayer, but still with that calculating calm — looked her dead in the eye. “They’ll lie. They’ll call you unstable. Dangerous. But you are evolution, Ophelia. Not a mistake.” “Velgrave has a vault. One even they’ve forgotten. Inside is the origin of the Halo gene. The real version. If you want to end them… find it.”

“Vera… Gabriel… the halo around the moon… it’s changing.” I felt it before the words even hit the air—the temperature in the room dropped. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end as I turned toward the messenger. The walls of the tent seemed to pulse, as though the very land itself was reacting. “The halo…” the messenger’s voice shook. “It’s thickening, turning red at the edges.” The room fell silent, the weight of the words hanging heavy. Everyone turned to the large window, their gazes drawn to the sky outside.

The Circle was broken. Not just the physical structure—the throne shattered, the runes burned clean—but the illusion it had upheld for centuries. Power, prestige, unshakable control… all of it lay in splinters beneath Selene’s feet. Yet the silence that followed wasn’t triumph. It was grief. Because the weight of truth—even when earned—was heavy. The high dome was cracked, open to the night sky. Moonlight poured in through the broken glass, illuminating the wreckage. Selene stood alone near the center, her fingers still tingling with residual power, her heartbeat echoing louder than any sound in the room.

> Lucien: “Why would she do that?” Dante’s gaze darted from Sera to Lucien. > Dante: “Because she didn’t trust either of you completely.” > Dante: “She recognized the bond between you wasn’t heroic. It was codependent. And Halo your tech is a virus. Without purification, it spreads.” He leaned in closer. > Dante: “She left this so you either break the bond… or rebuild it deliberately. Because if Halo or Echo ever came back, they’d use it to control, not protect.”