Log Horizon Novels & Stories

A green highlight on the contestant's name is used to show that the contestant’s answer was correct while red means otherwise. “The correct answer is option B,” the quiz master announced after the 5 seconds. “Well done to each and every one of you. You all got that correctly!” The audience applauded as the large display screen displayed each contestant’s name with a green highlight. ‘This is so simple,’ Ayo thought. ‘But the time is the real deal.’ She looked to her left and saw someone who looked familiar. It was one of the contestants but she couldn’t remember what the contestants said her name was. Maybe if she knew, she would be able to know who the girl was or if she knew her before. Th

Icarus muttered, eyes locked on the thick fog ahead. I didn’t respond. I had no breath left, no words. Just the certainty that we had to keep moving. The Black Ridge rose on the horizon like a curse. A cluster of mountains dark as coal, surrounded by trees with twisted trunks and eternally dry leaves. And among them, the village: Moss Hollow.

My voice cut through the commotion, halting everyone in their tracks, "I have the medicine." A pale blue pill lay in my open hand. Relief washed over James's face. "That's it! Honey, hand it over quickly, I need to give it to our son." James reached out, his face a picture of gratitude for his son's narrow escape. However, I did something completely unexpected. With a light laugh, I flicked the pill into the champagne tower. It fizzed, then sank. Everyone froze. James was livid. "What are you doing, Joyce?! That's our son's lifeline!"

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.

Another day has come, sunlight seeps through his window as his gorgeous blue eyes squint. "Master your breakfast is ready," Fafnir said as he open up the curtains. The garden outside looks lush as ever, as fields of furze, bushes of different colored roses, and beautiful yellow dahlias make the sunny day jollier. Justine smiled and slowly sit up. His unsettled bangs are pushed back complimenting his sea rover-blue eyes and bristly eyebrows make Fafnir wonder why his good-looking master never gotten a fish in the sea. 'Oh yeah, the unsettling bangs' he said to himself

But I definitely did not eye-rape him. "I am so sorry." I mumbled. Is the universe against me or something? "I wasn't looking and-" Okay, maybe I did a little bit of eye-raping. I mean, who could blame me? He's gorgeous. He has sandy blonde hair with some brown highlights. His face is just... pure perfection. Then I realised something that made me frown. Something that made memories of him come back. His eyes were a shade of forest green. Forest freaking green. Ashton. Oh god. I'm not even kidding, I am going to cry.

They got up in the morning , and headed towards their destination. It was going to take them approximately 2 hours .Hoor was enjoying the journey, the roads so beautiful with greenery all around . When they reached tolipir .A lot of other tourists were also looking around .Hoor was enjoying every second of the exploring . The smile wasn't leaving her face. Hoor was looking at the beautiful scenery infront of her, the river flowing down below, the water looking so clear, the trees covering the slope of hills .

She had brought him a glass of water and a small plate of bread. "You're thinking about tomorrow," she said, sitting in the rocking chair beside him. "I’m thinking about the day after tomorrow," Raven admitted. "And the one after that. The horizon keeps moving." "That’s the secret," she said, her voice like dry leaves. "The horizon isn't a destination. It’s just where the earth meets the sky to show you how far you’ve come. You don't have to reach it. You just have to keep it in view."

"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.**

She just looked at me with those flinty eyes and told me that if I came back to Kauai without visiting the airport site, She shouldn't bother coming back to my patio at all. Now, the humid, floral air of Kauai had been replaced by the recycled, dry oxygen of a Boeing 737. The "Blue Horizon" was a lie. Up here, thirty thousand feet above the Pacific, the horizon wasn't a peaceful line—it was a reminder of how far there was to fall.