The Halo Series Novels & Stories

“His mind manipulation is admirable as well.” Johan stared at the prince beside him. “Mordecai, please take him farther, where he can’t hurt the rest of the class,” Prince Xander called out to the medic. Johan raised an eyebrow as Mordecai began to lead Dorin away from them. He didn’t think he could hear Xander over all the din. They were still watching the fight when something weird happened. “What the hell is happening?!” Johan gaped as blinding light surrounded Dorin and Mordecai. It raised up to the sky and left a darkness so intense, it looked like a chunk of the heavens disappeared.

Like I’m its prey to stalk. I look away hoping that I'm overreacting. "Pair up!" instructor Draven calls. He turns to me and Seyla and points. "You two do not pair up. I want to see what Inmate Thalorien can really do." he smirks. Great. I knew my last name would cause issues for me, but I did not foresee myself becoming a target because of it. Seyla offers me a small smile before pairing up with a tall, red-haired woman behind us. Students move quickly around us, falling into place like they've done this a hundred times before.

He looked at the message. "Who keeps sending these," he said. "I don't know," she said. "But they've been right every time." "Whoever it is," he said, "they're inside Harlow's operation." She held the phone. "Or they were," she said. "And they're not anymore." He held her gaze. "Call Amara now," he said. "Not in forty minutes." "Yes," she said. She dialed. Amara answered. "There's a second archive," Nora said. "Harlow and Aldara jointly. Unregistered. And they're moving to secure it tonight."

The mansion was enormous and grand, filled with numerous servants. I bit my lip, never imagining that a startup founder like Ikaros, who collaborated with Jay, could own such a magnificent home. We got out of the car and entered the house. Its hallways were high-ceilinged with ruby red paneled walls and large gold-framed photos, adorned with crystal chandeliers and towering ceramic vases.

"He knew I wouldn't let the company die. He used my own ego as a homing beacon." "How long?" Marcus asked. He was standing by the barn’s main sliding doors, peering through a crack in the rotting wood. "Three minutes," Hailey said, her voice trembling. "Thermal satellites just picked up five heat signatures dropping from high altitude. HALO jump. No aircraft signature. They’re using stealth gliders." "Five?" Ben Carter adjusted his glasses, looking around nervously. "Five guys? We can take five guys. Marcus is a tank. Elena has a pistol. I have… a stapler."

said Wanda James? Thought Silas. James extended his hand for a shake and Silas accepted. Silas narrowed his eyes at him as he spoke, “The name's James Frost, but you can call me James”. James dipped his hand into his pocket and brought out his business card. Silas accepted it, his eyes still narrowed. Who the hell is James Frost, and what did Wanda want with him? “Are you here to check with Andy?” Wanda asked “No. Just to return this” he held up the package.

Stolas says, perhaps a little too happily for my liking. “If what they think is true, the treaty has already broken and you guys could be in for a world of hurt… and that may just be the point of all this. Someone may be trying to trigger a conflict between humanity and the rest. I need not mention that these are people who today have drones, satellites, and infrared. This would not be a war, like the old days; they can do some serious damage now.” Stolas sits and ponders for about a minute, his fingers tapping out a rhythm on the cover of his book. He then admits:

Milo was incredibly powerful and endured for almost half a day despite being simultaneously attacked by James, Feb, and Qusai. After defeating Milo, the remaining participants advanced to the next level of the arena. There were many halos in the arena. The contenders quickly occupied areas under the halos when they appeared in the new arena. The halo in the made one immune to damage and could restore the energy of one’s crystals. The white halos gave one a temporary strength boost, while the blue halos also gave one a magical shield that temporarily improved one’s defenses. Lastly, the pink halos improved one’s speed.

With a single breath both me and Aeryn say, clear and steady, “We do.” The voice laughed — soft and sorrowful. “Then be aware the clans will burn to stop you.” The sanctum trembled. The moment we spoke the vow “We do” the dais cracked beneath their feet. Twin arcs of silver light surged from the hovering artifact and struck their chests like lightning. We cried out as the magic pierced us, not with pain, but with remembrance, as if some older part of them had been forced open. Then the world fell away.

A futuristic design, as lethal as it is beautiful. Calum whistles. Calum Beauchamp: Should I send word to the mainland, Your Grace? Halo Noel: Not until those girls are on a plane to Arlingfell, Mr Beauchamp. In one Swift movement, Halo holsters the rifle behind him. The magnetic mechanism whirs dimly, and the perforated muzzle glows a bright blue then darkens. Halo turns to the right of the cabin, where the emergency exit blinks. Calum checks his own tech gauntlet, eyes scanning the numbers.