Last Horizon Novels & Stories

Not just Strangle-Vine — Black-Vein Hemlock, grafted onto the fungal roots on purpose. Julian knelt to look, and whatever color was left in his face drained out. "Strangle-Vine puts you to sleep. Hemlock grafted onto it, activated by wine — that doesn't put anyone to sleep. That stops hearts in three minutes. Every diplomat in Solaria is sitting at that banquet right now." "House Blackwood." Valerius's voice dropped low enough to feel in the stone. "Bellmere failed, so they've stopped trying to weaken the north. Now they're trying to end it in one night."

The plane broke through the clouds and descended steadily toward Northspire Bay, glittering like a field of stars beneath the night sky. Outside the window were thousands of warm lights–life, warmth, the world itself–stretching into a brand-new and boundless horizon. There was work I loved and believed in. Friends who walked beside me with sincerity. A lover waiting for me, loving me. And most of all, a new life–chosen with my own hands, full of warmth and promise.

“He as it were has ten minutes to fix up between battles. There is another challenger holding up straight after this one, and divine beings know how numerous more after that.” Cassie felt unhinged, but she was solidified with fear at the same time. She was having inconvenience retaining the brutal rules of this bizarre shifter world. The as it were overwhelming thought in her intellect was that she couldn’t stand to see Claw get hurt. “When does it stop?” Cassie inquired delicately. She was perplexed that she knew the answer. “There are as it were three ways this can end,” Amy replied bleakly. “Either he routs each final one of them, or he surrenders and readily loses the position, or …”

Then, with purpose, I tossed it into the trash can. The sharp, hollow clink of metal hitting the bottom echoed through the quiet night. The wind brushed against me, its chill settling over my skin. I looked out over the night view, where even the dimmest stars held a faint trace of light. Then, I turned and stepped back inside, closing the door behind me. In that moment, I felt a stillness I had never known. Everything in the past had finally fallen with the stars into endless darkness. And ahead of me, there lay countless possibilities that I could explore one by one.

Jessica held her glass hard causing it to break making everyone's attention on us. "Well then, au revoir, Reporter Han." I walked away from her and slowly made my exit towards the entrance. The crowd's whisper slowly becoming a deafening silence as I marveled through the hallway. I went out from the room and made my way to the garden, just enough to for me to check my service. I opened my phone and called my driver. The person you are calling cannot be reached. "Come out," I said when I smelled the familiar scent in the room a while back.

"Go now, close the borders!" "Y-Yes, My Queen, right away," the general bowed before leaving. "Why are we closing borders, my Queen?" her servant asked. "Great war awaits in the land of Ehtrehto Edis. I don't want to meddle in the war of these two lands," she said. She looked back at the dark sky. *** "Hey, Hunter! All enemies are dead, will you stop now!?" Conrad shouted. Hunter went back to his senses. He stopped and the clouds distributed evenly in the skies. They are now back into puffy white clouds. The surroundings went clear and peaceful again.

Chills run down my spine and instantly my nerves vanish. We walk a little ways before he stops. He uncovers my eyes and my eyes open and try to adjust to the light. I cover my mouth and gasp. We are near the edge of the cliff and before us lies a view of the Emerald city. You can see everything from here. Below I can see the twinkling of the city lights and the hustle and bustle of the people. It seems everybody is in a rush to get somewhere, but I'm frozen in time watching as the world goes by. The view of the skyline can also be seen in the distance. The gray clouds cover the night sky as the moon tries to peek through. It's a relaxing and comforting feeling being up here.

"You killed him. You killed them all." Ravel raises her shovel. "Back. Off." The static whispers: *This is your legacy. Ashes and hate.* --- **The Horizon** At dusk, a new signal pierces the sky-a beam of crimson light, miles wide. The ground splits, revealing a city buried for eons, its spires alive with Arbor Prime tech. Eleanor's voice echoes from the ruins. **"You can't outrun the Cycle, Kelly. But you can still be a good mother.**

“Like it’s… aware.” “It’s always been aware,” Emma answered softly. “We just weren’t ready to hear it.” Lira’s voice was low, almost reverent. “Then this isn’t the end.” Emma stood, slipping the pulse device into her hand. She looked out at the horizon, where the first rays of sunlight pushed the night back one shadow at a time. “No. It’s the beginning. The Last Signal wasn’t an ending—it was a warning. A threshold. From here, what we build will decide whether this becomes our greatest ally… or our final mistake.”

The kingdom was falling. We reached a ridge overlooking the northern valleys. Everyone collapsed from exhaustion. Everyone except Renn. The old scholar stared toward the distant horizon. His face pale. His hands trembling. "What is it?" I asked. Renn didn't answer immediately. Instead, he pointed. Far away. Beyond the valleys. Beyond the forests. Beyond the rivers. At first I saw nothing. Then I noticed it. A line. A black line stretching across the horizon. Too large to be clouds. Too straight to be mountains.