Akatsuki Log Horizon Novels & Stories

“My mate–his name is Logan. He’s from here. We came here because–” “Logan?” The elder’s eyes narrow. “Yes, Logan. My mate. He had to leave Emberfyll as a boy. He was–his parents died during the journey–” The wolves behind him look wildly around then begin to sprint up and down the beach, howling and yipping like they’re calling out for someone. “What is his last name?” “Atrayis,” I whisper into his mind. “Logan Atrayis. He’s–he has eyes like yours. Hazel-green.”

Even though Alice had been on several missions with them, having hunted down phantom-beasts before, the girl had a faint heart towards gore and bloody images. Akasuki’s reason behind digging out the phantom-beast’s eyeballs was to show proof to the guild. One sure way to show evidence that one had defeated a phantom-beast was to pluck out their eyes. Once a phantom-beast had been defeated, the whites of their eyes darkened and became jet black while the irises remained a glowing luster of blood-red.

Karina says breaking through Atticus's trance. Logan wraps his arms back around his pregnant mate before opening his mouth. "There is a large force currently helping at the bombed buildings. We sent all the warriors and other Alphas in that direction," Logan says, and Chloe smiles. Of course, they did. Karina keeps he eyes trained on Atticus's dark features as he thinks over everything. After what feels like a long moment he licks his lips and looks back at her.

Akira's POV The dawn arrived the way a blade arrives: slow at first and then all at once, an unforgiving light cutting through the dark․ By the time we got to the ridge looking down across Crimson Moon territory, the fog had burned off, and I could see the valley below, like an old wound․ The high stone walls had mostly held, and the watchtowers had dying torches burning, and the sprawl of pack houses and training fields glimmered in the first cold gold of day․ Thin white smoke rose straight up from the central hearths․ Life moved on․ Routine․ Unaware․

CHAPTER 30 – Burning Horizon Rowan stood at the edge of Firespire Cliff, the wind whipping through her hair, tugging at her cloak. The world below stretched endlessly, forests and valleys fading into the distance. She clenched her fists, feeling the pulse of her fire echo through her veins. A ring of blue flame appeared in the sky, arcing high above the horizon. It twisted and shimmered, impossible in shape and color, yet undeniable. Rowan’s chest tightened. Azeriel. A message. A challenge. A declaration.

Gods. A pair of gryphons soar overhead, their bondeds laughing as they dive through the clouds. Direwolves and their humans moving in perfect sychronizon. One particulary unimpressed frost lynx lounges across a tree branch, glaring down at everyone beneath it like they are personally offending its existence. Further in the distance, Ironclad dragons train with their bondeds, bronze scales glimmering beneath the rising sun. Terrifying, but majestic. For a few silent moments, I simply watch. Because despite all else, I still love them. I always have, even though Aetherion Academy was not supposed to be my future.

Kaida’s POV The battlefield was a chaotic storm of snarls, growls, and the clash of blades. Crescent Moon warriors fought with ferocity, meeting Logan’s forces head-on at the eastern border. The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and the cries of wolves locked in combat. Atlas’s voice carried over the noise as he commanded the warriors, his presence a pillar of strength. But despite our efforts, Logan’s forces pressed hard, their numbers relentless. “We’re holding,” Axel shouted, cutting through a rogue with a swift strike. “But not for long!”

and stands up straight from leaning on the bars. Himari stands up too after she makes sure the blanket covered Mizu's body completely and says in a serious manner, " Akane was right, tomorrow she will surely win her fight. Now, at the time had been already quarter to 9 we need to go back to our own room before 10 o'clock," she said looking at the wall clock. Haruto suddenly threw the rest of the cloaks towards them and they easily catch it. The black cloak sways strongly when they start wearing it. On the back, a logo of a terrifying silver dragon with an open mouth was imprinted, indicating they are from East House.

They groan on ancient hinges, a sound that echoes through the hollow foyer. "I’ve heard the spirits of fallen Alphas haunt this place," Logan whispers, his eyes darting to the shadows. Ryder scoffs. "Since when do you care about ghost stories?" "Think about it. This place is a playground for the supernatural. All the blood spilled here during the pack wars, the Silent Crest Grounds right behind us..." A sharp, authoritative throat-clear cuts Logan off. I turn to see the man who is about to change our trajectory forever. Takumi is dressed in a black button-down, sleeves rolled to reveal forearms corded with muscle and ink, paired with tailored black slacks and polished boots.