Log Horizon Games Novels & Stories

--- The Dark History The next day, Evelyn gathered the group to explain more about the Reflection Game’s history. “Centuries ago,” she began, “the Seven Immortals ruled the Realm of Mirrors, a place where reality and illusion intertwined. They were wise but wary of humanity’s greed. To protect their secrets, they forged the Reflection Game, binding it with their own power. Only those who could navigate its trials would gain access to their knowledge and artifacts.” Zara raised an eyebrow. “But if the Immortals were so powerful, why didn’t they just destroy the relics?” “They couldn’t,” Evelyn replied. “The relics were part of their essence. Destroying them would mean destroying themselves.”

Then he himself will be either killed or forever exiled from his family. Things aren’t meant to be like this. Then, he opens his eyes. And pulls the trigger. --- SOoooooo the book is finished! This was Part I of the Games We Play series; ACT I: Awakening. I will post information about the second part, which will be a separate story, in the next chapter tomorrow, and then some links where you can get the ebook/paperback if you'd like on a****n the day after that! thank you for reading, i hope you enjoyed :)

“The thrill of divine surprise exceeds the human minds, they are stunned when history is made and they are stupefied when a legend is born” The cock crowed loudly as a symbol of the breaking dawn, the sweet melodies of birds filled the air as they flew out of their nests seeking to make the best of this new day. The sun glowed warmly and the Hunter kingdom gave off an ancient feeling of the medieval era, even though so much time has passed and the rest of the world has improved in terms of civilization, the kingdom remained unaffected by the passage of time.

A horrible growling sound echoed around the forest. Rogues.

She walked ahead while I trailed behind her. . . . Natalie's P. O. V It was a mall, but it did have a lot of things that interested me, from the restaurant to the supermarket, to boutiques... Everything. But the one I especially took interest in was the gaming center. I spent a great deal of time there, trying out all the games. " No, no, no! Don't die! " Xander murmured. I smiled smugly. " How did you learn like this?" Xander's asked, turning to me.

“After everything I’ve done to bring you back.” The Hallow should be towering by now. It should be strong enough to step into the daylight, to reclaim what was once its domain. This town was built on its bones, its power, its hunger. The founders understood that. They fed it. Honored it. Feared it. But fear has faded in Hallow’s Edge. And I intend to restore it. I step deeper into the market chaos, unseen, unnoticed. People are still shaken from the surge, Raven Warren’s surge. The girl is unconscious in Emily Connor’s arms, Noah hovering over her like a guard dog. Grace Connor is checking her pulse. Liam is scanning the woods.

Zoriana drove at full speed, racing to reach the palace before the sun fully claimed the sky. Outside, the horizon was painted in molten gold and soft pinks. The view was breathtaking, but she saw none of it. Burned into her mind was the image of Tristan, standing tall and silent as he allowed the Royal Guards to arrest him without a fight.

Horizon Homes was officially registered five weeks later. The name had come from a late evening conversation with Robin, both of us at the kitchen table with the proposal documents spread between us and cold coffee going undrunk at either end, and Robin had said something about how the point was to build toward something you could not yet fully see, the way a horizon functioned, always present and always just ahead, moving as you moved but never disappearing. I had written it down in the margin of the nearest page and looked at it and known immediately that was the name, not because it was clever but because it was true.

* I wiped the blood off my face, my eyes turning as cold as ice. I finally understood the essence of this game. Play the White Moonlight? Die. Play the Maid? Die. Play the Family? Die. As long as you are "human," as long as you approach him with a goal, you are a dead end. Because in his eyes, "human" is synonymous with betrayal. I want to win. So I can't be human. "System," I gripped the hourglass tightly. "I don't want a physical body." [Player Halen, your request violates the rules.]