Horizon Chapter 3 Novels & Stories

"Why don't we have a little fun with our food first. Ladies?" I am jerked by the foot by something underneath the water. The forest disappears as the darkness of the river takes hold of my vision. I scream underneath the water as I fight for air that I desperately need. My gaze swims around trying to search for Julia. I shiver in fear when I can see nothing at all. A hand attaches to my shoulder and I struggle against it. I am quickly running out of air. As my eyes close for what I think will be my final moment, I hear a soft voice on the waves. Remember.

"It's okay to fear what you don't know, but why not celebrate what you do?" I wondered, before poking his other shoulder, drawing familiar red eyes up to me. The other two walked up to join us, a quiet settling over the area. These three men who were perfect strangers felt like dearest friends. It confused me, but the black-haired one kept reading his book with a calm smile on his face, the red-haired one followed me over to the fountain to play with the water, and the brown-haired one watched from the bench. "She CAN tame the three. Now we just need a link to her world in the future. Let's do what we can."

"Emma... the Sunless weren't just looking for power. They were running from something. My sensors picked up a secondary signature behind their fleet. Something much larger. Something... Ancient." I looked at the map in the Chronos-Vault. The "Test of the Horizon" was only just beginning. The 250th chapter was still forty-three milestones away, and the sky was starting to turn a dark, metallic silver. "Emma?" Félix whispered. "Yeah?" "I think we're going to need a bigger wall. And maybe some better heaters." I laughed, a tired, ragged sound that carried over the steaming sapphire waves. The journey was no longer a restoration. It was a Defense of the Light.

【Welcome to the “Happy Home” scenario.】 【Survive for seven days to clear the game.】 【Initial players: 30 | Current survivors: 30】 【We wish all players an enjoyable experience~】 After dying in a car crash, a flash of white light brought me to a tall building. A strange mechanical voice echoed in my ears. Because I’m extremely nearsighted, everything beyond three meters is a blur. I couldn’t make out the building’s details or the faces of the people around me, just vague human shapes.

The sun dropped behind Solaria's jagged peaks, throwing long red shadows across the cliffside city. What should have been a night of quiet triumph had turned, in the space of an hour, into a race against something far more lethal. "This wasn't an accidental bloom." Elowen crouched at the entrance of the high-terrace aqueduct vault, voice tight. A shattered iron padlock lay at her feet.

How the hell had I let this happen? I stood at the edge of the dock, breathing hard, fists clenched at my sides. The ocean stretched out before me, vast and glittering under the fading sun. Boats bobbed gently against their ropes, as if nothing was wrong. As if the world wasn’t unraveling. But mine was. My world was her. And now she was gone. “Sir!” I turned at the sound of approaching footsteps. Three of my men arrived, panting from the rush. One of them—Marco—met my eyes first, and something must’ve shown on my face because he paled immediately.

***the previous chapter is the last chapter in which Amory’s POV will appear. We have now arrived at the point of the original book ‘Damaged’ on the chapter titled ‘Three Years Later’ if you wish to read both books as they occur in-sync with each other*** Amory is behind the bar dressed in a black halter top with black booty shorts and silver stilettos, which is typical for her, and I see her kick into high gear when Sy starts waving to get someone’s attention. We all know that this is do-or-die time! But a couple of drunk dumb fucks smashed to the ground behind me, breaking glasses and spilling liquor everywhere.

The evening breeze was gentle, carrying the fresh scent of early summer plants growing. In the courtyard below, children laughed and ran around. Elderly residents strolled leisurely. Life flowed on in its most ordinary and solid form. I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with fresh air. The three months after Arya's death, which had been full of her family's scheming, were like a long, oppressive nightmare. Thankfully, I had woken up. Wounds would scab over, pain would fade, and the lessons I learned would stay with me, making me stronger and wiser going forward. Night fell, and the city lights came on. I went back inside and turned on the lights. Warm illumination instantly filled the ent

I can chase a horde of boards with just my mirror hand. But the moment I saw him again, all of those energy seems to go against me. I can’t breathe. I thought that the bracelet he was wearing, something that have a tracking. That is why I try to remove it. But who would have thought that would just my mere hand holding on it? It would shatter on the ground. And there he let out those scent that he was giving off. It was the same scent that I have smelled when he was young. But this time it is much thicker than what it has used to be.

Chapter 200: Fractures in the Chorus The third dawn of Horizon rose pale and uncertain. Mist clung low over La Paz, wrapping the Monument in a gauze of silver. The glow beneath its stone remained, faint but steady. Yet in the streets, the air was no longer simple with celebration—it was thick with murmurs. Sophia felt them before she heard them. She had grown attuned to the rhythms of the city—joy pulsed differently than suspicion. Today, suspicion moved like a draft under every door.