Horizon Chapter 3 Novels & Stories

It took two days of traveling over what they considered treacherous ground to reach Hope. Between keeping their eyes open for newly made alien and a****n zombies and the wild beasts- many of which were prehistoric- their nerves were completely spent by the time they stumbled into Arthur’s house. Alice was sitting on the porch when she spotted them coming down the hill toward the village. Racing into the house, she frantically prepared him for their arrival. Although Arthur was relieved that his love had returned to him and eager to hold her in his arms again, he dreaded having to give the group the news of Ari’s demise. He’d struggled for days to think of the right way to tell them and had

He silently reminded himself nobody could be trusted. As Gabe munched on his roll, his mind spun with ideas, none that made sense. He should be used to running from Napoleon’s men, but now he realized how he was completely sick of it. Was his crew tired of all this turmoil as well? And Marcus Thorne who had been Captain Hawk before handing the responsibilities over to Gabe—had his friend ever felt this frustrated and confused? Both of Gabe’s close friends over the years, William Braxton and Marcus Thorne, had been nearly captured a time or two. Still, those two came out victorious in the cause. Right now, Gabe felt as if he couldn’t fill their shoes, and he didn’t enjoy the uselessness creep

I then aggressively threw my arms out and shot open my eyes, letting out my full power as I screeched up into the sky and ascended. With my magnificent wings fanned out, I levitated into the air. I then screeched even louder, and my body began to shake when it became engulfed by electrical flames. I could hear my screech as it echoed through the woods. Suddenly a faint screech replied, then another and another, until all that could be heard was the screeching replies of other hunters. The echoes were getting closer and I smiled as I thought to myself, they're coming for me. ***

On our wedding night, my wife, who almost never drank, got wasted because she was supposedly too happy. Just when I didn't know what to do, my best friend sent me a long message explaining how to take care of her. I blushed, but I still followed his instructions and soothed her the way he described. Natalie, who had been making a scene, miraculously quieted down. But just as I was about to call my friend and thank him, Natalie suddenly hugged me from behind. Heartbroken, she whispered, "Ashton Hawke, you're the one I wanted to marry." As she said it, the tattoo near her heart slipped into view: a hawk with its wings spread wide. My mind went blank. Ashton Hawke was my best friend of

💀 As if existence could not tolerate two Ilyaans. ⸻ Then the Architect pointed directly at them. 📖 And whispered— “The problem is…” 🌑 “I no longer know which one is which.” 😱😱😱 The world shattered. The sky exploded into silver light. And somewhere beyond reality… Something awakened. Something that had been waiting for this exact moment. 🖤 ⸻ End of Chapter 30 To Be Continued…

Outside, the ridge was dark against a sky going slowly, deeply blue, and somewhere a wolf was howling — long and low and unhurried, just marking that it was here, that it was present, that the territory was held. She listened until it stopped. Then she opened the folder and got to work. End of Chapter Three.

They felt each other's nerves, each other's hopes, each other's small, fluttering fears. "This is the law of the New Dawn," Aeron said. "To see the other is to see yourself. To protect the other is to protect the world." The Horizon of the Three As the sun began to set, casting a long, golden-violet shadow across the peaks, the three of them stood alone on the battlements of the Moon Tower. The valley below was a tapestry of bioluminescent lights—the fires of the village, the glow of the Aether-groves, and the shimmering trails of wolves running through the indigo grass.

HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐨𝐧 The ascent from the depths was a grueling exercise in claustrophobia. The Nest breached the surface of the English Channel just as the sun began to sink, painting the sky in bruised purples and sickly oranges. The sea was no longer the vibrant blue of the travel brochures; it was choked with the grey ash of the Spire, a floating graveyard of synthetic materials that clogged the submersible's intake valves and forced Dr. Thorne to cut the engines more than once.

There was only the warmth of her mouth, the taste of defiance. Outside, the green light of the Citadel pulsed, a heartbeat of doom. But inside the bubble, two small, fragile humans held onto each other, plotting the death of a god. "Tomorrow," Tristan whispered against her lips. "We break the ice." "Tomorrow," she agreed. "We end it." The Mammoth rolled on into the dark, carrying the last hope of a broken world toward the frozen edge of oblivion. End of Chapter 34