Last Horizon Novels & Stories

"Logan, will you only be satisfied after you've driven me to my death? Harley Brooks is leaving for Toronto soon. After this, we'll never have another chance to see each other. I'm only going to see him off as his professor. Is that wrong too?" Her phone rang unexpectedly. When she answered, her voice turned impossibly gentle. "Okay, wait for me. I'll be there in half an hour." Before leaving, Leighton tossed the divorce papers into the trash. "We'll discuss when I get back. But don't even think about a divorce." She slammed the door so hard it echoed. Inside the room, only the sound of my own sobbing remained. I'd already checked. There were no flights to Toronto tonight. Sure enough, not l

Then—just as Sebastian stepped through the Hartwell gates—he ran straight into Vivian, who'd been waiting impatiently for Nathan and Nathan Jr. And in that moment, the system's cold, mechanical voice echoed in my mind: [Mission complete. Transmission initiating now.] A blinding white light flashed, and my soul vanished from this world without a trace. Sebastian's body went rigid. His eyes reddened without warning. "After everything," he whispered, "you still wouldn't give me a chance." He shoved past the stunned Vivian and walked away, never looking back. Vivian barely had time to process the shock of seeing my corpse—before she found herself staring into Nathan's bloodshot, terrifying eyes.

Forever his. THE END

He nodded toward the ceiling, toward the city, toward the absent core. “Horizon wasn’t just designed to override your water valves and power grids. It was listening. Measuring. Tracking crop yields, disease patterns, weather anomalies. It watched the decline—and it modeled what would happen if no one took control.” Lena remembered the scrolling numbers in the node chamber. Names of cities they knew. Names of cities they didn’t. “And?” she asked. “And it predicted total regional collapse in twenty years,” Jonas said. “Thirty, if everyone got lucky.” Lena’s throat went dry. “Convenient.”

Light poured in—a thin, gray dawn cutting through the mist. They crawled out one by one, collapsing on the riverbank behind the northern ridge. Garden City’s skyline loomed in the distance—dim, silent, but still standing. Smoke rose faintly from the industrial quarter. The power grid was dead, but not gone. Somewhere, life still moved. Mira shaded her eyes and looked toward the horizon. “You did it,” she said. Ethan followed her gaze. “No,” he said quietly. “We did.” Behind them, Lorren sank onto the wet grass, staring at the sunrise. “And now,” he murmured, “they’ll come to take it back.”

The wrinkles on Hendramo's forehead started to return as he glanced at the watch wrapped around his arm, trying to make sure he wasn't coming home too late. "Weird," Hendramo muttered. “Is Niar out?" "But it's too late for him to still be out." Hendramo's feelings were not at all calm. He even looked around to make sure Niar was around. But when he found nothing, Hendramo just sighed and entered. "Maybe he's asleep already?" He could just be tired from leaving yesterday.

Victor narrates. I left Veronica Diaz's room without her noticing in the middle of the night, I was a skilled hunter, and I had my reasons for leaving, women go crazy with my simple presence at dawn, it was something particularly supernatural. I dial an unknown number on a disposable phone while in my office. "Hello...this is Victor, we have unfinished business to resolve, the sooner we get started the better it will be for me," I indicate full of intrigue and courage, I was used to doing this kind of thing.