Log Horizon Games Novels & Stories

The horizon was a jagged smear of charcoal gray and bruised violet. For three years, I had walked toward it, guided by nothing but the rumors whispered in the hushed, terrified voices of dying scavengers. They spoke of a place that held the line, a fortress of humanity amidst the rotting sprawl of the walking dead. They called it "Haven."

I rub the sleep from my eyes, glancing out the window of my room, and witness a scene that jolts me awake completely. There, in the early morning light, I see Aurora engaged in fierce hand-to-hand combat with a man. It's a sight to behold, and I can't help but feel a twinge of sympathy for her opponent. Aurora is a force to be reckoned with, precisely delivering punch after punch.

I drift off to sleep on the plane on the way back to Texas, only to awaken after having a very vivid dream or maybe I should say fantasy of Drake. I pour myself a drink and try to relax. I decided to change clothes and freshen up, just in case Drake met me at the airfield. Silly how I have to remind myself this is all just a game. I catch myself wanting him, wanting to please him, wanting to give myself to him. I have to remember that I want to hurt him, make him regret how he treated me. Lila, my wolf also reacts to Drake so strongly I constantly have to reign in. I continue to sip the burning alcohol that I am drinking, my excitement continues to grow at the thought of seeing Drake. Noth

Lastly, I put a small modified bob pin in my hair. I put some emergency flare and alternative gun in my backpack, a rope, a spyglass, a lot of small hidden cameras, my tablet, and a water bottle. *** 11.15 pm I scattered 7 hidden cameras around the base, another 5 in the base, 8 along the tunnel, and 10 inside the base—2 for every room. *** 11.48 I throw a glow stick behind me and another one in front of me. I checked all of my weapons, making sure they're in place.

Her eyes grew colder with each passing second as she watched the man indulge in the pleasure of the world. She took out a small whistle-like object and blew it into it. An almost unassailable needle flew from it and pierced the man's exposed neck. It took a few seconds for the man to pass out cold. The cigarette in his mouth stayed in place like the glass of wine in his hand.

He felt bad to leave her out like that, especially after already upsetting her so far. He took a deep breath. "Rose, do you wanna watch?" He asked. "Eh?" She surely was shocked. 'Maybe I shouldn't have asked…' "Umm… Sure." Rose moved to sit close to Matthew. Matthew moved over a bit to give her some room. Then his eyes were locked on the screen. The logo of the company working on the game showed up on the television that was connected. CRIMSON GAMES A scene of mountains, deserts, snow, ocean, forests, spooky grave yards played on the television in one smooth flow of the camera zooming it until it stopped at an open field of grass. Then a young woman in a suit showed up from the corner of the

“Focus. This is going to bein the exam. As soon as the bell rings, I grab my bag, and leave worried about Annie. Present Day Klara's Point of View Adriano’s Mansion — Late Night When Adriano finally comes back downstairs the heavy silence in the room is suffocating as Adriano stares at Matteo, his expression locked in a defiant sneer. The blood on his hands wasn’t just from the man who lay dead at our feet — it was from the web of lies he had spun, and the dangerous game he was playing.

“That’s higher than I thought you’d say. I do like having green eyes, but I like yours too. Our child will have dark hair, right? How do dominant genes work?” Archer’s eyes light up. “You really want me to explain it? Because I will.” “Sure. But don’t get mad if I don’t follow along.” “I’m happy to repeat myself. I told you, biology fascinates me.” * Archer comes to a sudden stop, staring across the street. We’re making our way down Michigan Avenue on our way to the Cheesecake Factory. “See a ghost?” I ask him. “That’s Dr. Crawford.” “Who?”

Now a once-whole blue planet floated with just particles of itself as it drifted across this dark, lifeless plain. In a different plane lied a primordial creature of the night finding solace in the eternal night that plagued his castle, the whistle and Chimes of fate had stirred his old blood awake. He knew that times were finally changing, and it seemed he had to get back to the game. "I wonder how Netherndel is faring, it's time I get back" his deep red eyes shone with a dangerous glint as he looked across the darkness, his eyes seemed to bypass the veil between planes for his gaze had a godly presence that came with it.