Log Horizon 3rd Season Novels & Stories

The blanket wrapped around us, making everything hazy—except for that smile. Could I— The sound of the door opening made us both lift the blanket and look up. Julian, Orion's third assistant and loyal follower in his small group, stood there. "Time for work?" I asked, grimacing as Orion stood up. He nodded. "Yeah. Sorry, I wish I could play with you both longer. But—" Julian cleared his throat, and Orion let out a deep sigh. "Yeah, see you tonight. Bye, little boy!" he said to Alvin before striding to the door and leaving with Julian.

Ahaana's POV: The next morning, I woke up around 4 because I couldn't sleep and I guess I slept around 2 hours. I shook my head seeing the dark circles around my eyes in the bathroom mirror and my head was paining like always. I immediately took a bath and covered my dark circles with the foundation like always. I then prepared my favorite herbal tea for everyone including those two male staff and kept it in the kettle and went to the staff room around 8:00 after spending some time in the library. Yeah, I know it's weird for professors to spend time in the library but I couldn't help it.

A Shadow at the Horizon The secure residence turned into quiet, however the anxiety turned into suffocating. The weight of Dominion’s very last message pressed closely on all of us: “Watch the horizon.” Vanessa sat in the front of her laptop, scrolling through statistics with a fierce intensity. The glow from the display illuminated her exhausted face as she pieced collectively each thread of Dominion’s last network. “They’re regrouping,” she stated finally, breaking the silence. “I’ve intercepted scattered communications among their remnants. They’re pulling resources, contacting vintage allies, and making ready for something. But I can’t pinpoint what.”

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.”

I remained standing at the head of the table, arms crossed while I addressed them directly. “Kade is stable and recovering,” I began without preamble. “The eastern outpost is lost. Seraphine is dead—beheaded after transforming through some alchemical means. The Covenant mark was on her. There is a larger force behind her. We have one surviving enemy fighter in Percival’s custody for interrogation and testing. The Hollow is confirmed as their base—three miles north of Blackthorn Ridge. We will prepare a full assault once we have more intelligence.” Lord Beaumont leaned forward. “Casualties?”

“I’ll be back before you wake up.” I grab his good wrist before he can stand. “Promise me you’ll come back.” He looks down at me, scar visible in the low light, eyes fierce. “I promise.” He dresses, slow, careful of the shoulder. Kisses me one last time, deep, lingering. Then he’s gone. Door closes. Lock clicks. I curl on the cot. Still collared. Still marked inside and out. And somewhere in Lagos, Horizon is waiting for the next move. But this time, they’re not facing an analyst who’s afraid.

I figured I would just sleep on the chair until I knew the rules of this twisted game. I went to the kitchen for a glass of water, my hair pinned up in a messy bun. SLAM. The front door hit the wall with a violence that made me drop my glass. He was back. And even from the kitchen, I could feel the darkness radiating off him. Kiran walked in. He looked different—unstable. His eyes were bloodshot, glowing with a dark intensity that made my skin crawl. He walked straight toward me and, without a word, reached out and pulled the clip from my hair, letting it fall over my shoulders.

The betrayal still stung more than I liked admitting, even to Luca. "Alpha, a dark SUV and a teal sports car just crossed into the city limits," Warrior Alex mind-linked me. "They're coming into the city now," I told my beta. The Orion Pack was massive over ten thousand members, practically a self-sufficient city of our own. I'd only hired Isaac's firm because I wanted an outsider's perspective, someone with no loyalty to anyone already inside my walls.

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

The other two rogues hesitated, looking at their injured leader, before they all slowly backed away into the deep trees, realizing I wouldn't be an effortless kill. The moment they vanished, my strength completely vanished too. I collapsed back against the cold rock, my hand clutching my side as warm blood soaked rapidly through my fingers and into the dirt. I stared blindly at the canopy above, certain this was exactly how it ended for me. I was going to bleed to death, completely alone in a piece of land that didn't even have a name. “Hold your positions! Secure the eastern tree line immediately!” The loud, commanding shout echoed through the clearing, shattering the quiet night. Through m