Horizon Chapter 3 Novels & Stories

His utterance had earned chuckles around, with eyes shifting through the figures before him. “Get ready people for the greatest ride of all!” He called out, soon pulling a horn from behind him, blowing into it at once, and right then did the cheers begin. I turned to Cameron, hoping to find an hint of glee in his gaze, but believe me, he remained crestfallen just like an hour back in the resort room when our little argument had ensued. “A tale tells of local pirates coming over from time to time, out on this side of the sea”

The Cascade of Everlasting Rapture had washed away the last remnants of separation. The Song now stretched across the horizon of all realities like a boundless sea of light and desire. Ninety-three chapters after the first defiant flame kindled in Thornwood, love and passion had become the infinite horizon toward which every soul journeyed.

"Zurich is in the opposite direction of Costa Rica." "Then we have a choice to make." "No." I looked out the window. "We don't." The highway stretched before us. Empty. Endless. A ribbon of asphalt leading toward an uncertain future. Somewhere ahead, Mira waited. Somewhere behind, Margaret's secrets waited. And somewhere in between, the truth waited. All we had to do was survive long enough to find it. --- End of Chapter Thirty-Three.

Thirty days. One month. A single, heartbeat-stopping wager. Benjamin Parker was the sun. A golden-haired scholarship recruit with flour on his hands and a heart that he wore—vulnerable and beating—on his sleeve. He spent weeks chasing the school’s "Ice Prince," offering handmade tarts and a smile that could melt the coldest winter. He thought his persistence finally paid off when Jonathan Hayes—the obsidian-eyed, terrifyingly beautiful heir to a tech empire—pinned him against the school gates and claimed him in front of everyone. But the "Golden Romance" was a lie from the very first kiss. Jonathan didn't choose Benjamin because of his heart; he chose him because he was a convenient t

"If you don't register the cores, the horizon will fold into an erasure!" "Let it fold!" Xander roared, his arm wrapping around my waist, pulling me close until his steady, human heartbeat was the only metric left against the roar of the collapsing page. "We aren't the text! We’re the ones who held the pen!" The Unwritten Voyage The chapter concluded as the white horizon didn't turn to black ink or white light. It turned to nothing.

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

82 I give him my sternest expression, conveying to him that I will force it in his mouth if need be. Bryce grudgingly takes the herb and puts it in his mouth. He gags a few times while trying to chew it, but after a few minutes, his pallor turns from green to pale. "Better?" I inquire smugly. He grunts his response. Men! "Land Ho!" A sailor yells from the crow's nest. I turn, and in the distance I can make out the outline of Normandy, growing more significant as the minute's pass. A mixture of trepidation and excitement fills me again. No

Rian walked at my side. The soldiers bowed. The city watched. The Anchor had returned. The Alpha had returned. The throne was empty. But the world was full. I looked at the horizon. I looked at the man. I smiled. The journey was done. The growth was complete. The future was ours. Would you like me to continue with Chapter 28?

THIRD PERSON POV: “There,” Jake said, pointing ahead. “The island.” Darius nodded slowly as his plan kept moving forward perfectly. Lisa stood silent and prayed in her heart, “Ronan… please be there first.” But the ship pushed forward faster, cutting through the dark sea straight toward the island and all the danger waiting on it. The island grew bigger and bigger in front, with black trees standing tall like long fingers reaching into the sky, but it was still far ahead.

It was a part of her skin, as natural as the veins beneath. ​"The audit is closed," Elena whispered, a tear of pure joy tracking through the soot on her cheek. "The Republic of Cinders is gone. Welcome to the Republic of the Sun." ​The Horizon of Chapter 130 ​As the sun set over the newly restored Neo-Tokyo, the air was filled with a sound that hadn't been heard in a century: the sound of birds returning to the trees. ​The Ash-Born stood together—no longer just survivors, no longer just rebels, but the Stewards of the Earth. They looked toward the horizon, where the stars were already beginning to twinkle in the clean, clear sky.