Log Horizon Novels & Stories

Voss’ POV Love had a strange way of making people forget. That was what worried me the most. I stood quietly on the edge of a cliff overlooking the endless Borderlands, my eyes fixed on the thick forest stretching toward the Duskborne Dynasty. Dawn had only just begun breaking through the trees, and a pale mist floated lazily above the ground. Birds sang somewhere in the distance while the wind carried the scent of damp earth and pine. Most people avoided this place. They believed monsters lived here.

I've always loved nature, but I have never really been this close to a forest before. I read somewhere that you can never really see the end of a forest no matter how deep you look, so I try to look deep into it when I notice something off, different. It's not green and it's definitely not a plant. If it's an animal, I don't know, but I see a pair of sparkly white eyes looking right at me.

The song was enchanting, but it carried an undertone of something wild and untamed. Ezra, clutching the Celestial Harp, said, "The Harp's resonating with the fusion. I can feel its energy growing, trying to maintain the balance." Liora, concern evident in her voice, responded, "We need to guide it, to ensure this fusion doesn't spiral out of control." Niamh, pointing towards the horizon, added, "Look there! The sky, it's... fracturing!" True enough, the sky was a canvas of swirling colors, with cracks of brilliant light breaking through, creating pathways to unknown dimensions.

The engine roared and the truck shot across the bumpy road, giving him a moment of relief. Water drifted calmly and steadily against the shore in a steady, never-changing rhythm. The sound of the waves was calming, peaceful, and almost hypnotic. Magnus Jordan couldn't take his eyes off the horizon, trying to see the line that separated the sea from the sky. It was impossible; everything was a blur in the distance in hazy blue-grey shimmering tones.

Fuck. Something runs past me hiding in the shadows of the woods. I stop in my tracks, scared of death. I can almost hear my heartbeat. My blood is raging in my veins. "Show yourself," I yell angrily. I hear a low growl and see strange eyes focused on me for a second. I scream and fall to the ground. "Alice! Alice! Alice!" The voices have gotten closer. Something is definitely following me in the woods. I stand to my feet hurriedly. My cloth and shoes have mud stains on them. "Fuck," I grunt. The midnight bell rings from afar in the village. What a hell of a way to start my eighteenth-year birthday. I hear the growling clearly as it draws closer to me. My hands are shaking as I grab the dagge

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.

Paulina glanced at her crew, thankful for their support as they approached what could be a pivotal second for Project Nexus. Across the table sat Daniel Crowe, Horizon’s lead strategist. His confident demeanor changed into a match using a glint in his eye that hinted at something monumental. “Paulina,” Daniel started, standing to greet her with a corporate handshake. “I’ve been searching ahead to this meeting. We’ve been developing something I accept as true which will redefine sustainable energy. We call it Horizon X.” Elijah’s forehead furrowed barely as he exchanged a look with Paulina. Leila raised an eyebrow but remained silent, her skepticism clear.

By the time they reached the crest, the forest had fallen away behind them and the wind cut cold across their faces. From up here the world looked hollowed-out. Valleys full of mist rolled in every direction; the dark spine of the ridge curved northward like a giant sleeping beast. And far away, in the direction Ava had pointed, the horizon glimmered with that same unnatural pulse. It was brighter now, beating faintly like a heart. Ava stopped, chest heaving. Her pulse synchronised with the glow and then raced ahead. “It’s close,” she whispered. “Closer than it should be.”

Nemiah cried harder. Vivar began to have an odd feeling like they were being watched. He stood and unsheathed his sword as he looked around. Nemiah heard the whistle of the blade so she raised her head. “W-What’s wrong?” She sniffed. Vivar just signaled her to stay silent. She wiped her tears and stood behind him. She started to feel like someone was really watching them. They were startled when a huge crow flew out of the cave. It has been watching them a while ago, going unnoticed.

As they stepped into the cool, damp air of the night, the rain had transformed into a light drizzle, misting the surroundings in a haze. The world outside felt lush and alive, yet ominous with an undercurrent of uncertainty. George led the way, Elora and Maya close behind, each step bringing them closer to a sanctuary that felt both like a refuge and a line crossed. "Stay close," George advised, casting a watchful glance over his shoulder. "We don't know who might be watching."