Over The Horizon Book Novels & Stories

He was horrified. His legs could no longer hold him as blackness threatened to wash over him. The last word he heard himself say before he gave into unconscious was 'Mariana"

Java, 1586 The wind howled across the coast. The sun blazed from the peak of a sharp blue sky, while massive waves exploded against the black rocks lining Karang Bendan's shoreline. On a stretch of smooth sand, two men stood facing each other, separated by little more than eight feet.

The cover of the third book was a silent declaration of victory. Where the previous ones had carried dark and uncertain tones, this one displayed a watercolor in golds and deep blues—colors that evoked sunrises over the ocean, promises kept, and horizons that had finally revealed themselves within reach. The title, engraved in handwritten letters like an intimate confession, was simple and revolutionary: “To Live.”

I went downstairs to empty the trash can. It was then that I noticed a global limited-edition Lamborghini parked in the corner of the street and shaking viciously. I wasn't the least bit surprised. Calmly, I whipped out my phone and took a recording of the entire process inside before sending the video straight to the biggest tabloid news agency in the world. "I want the whole world to have watched this video by 7:00 pm tomorrow," I said. In my last life, Selena Bloomberg, the orphan I'd taken pity on and brought home with me, had usurped and stolen my identity as the rightful heiress to the Bloomberg family.

Xiao Chen could not help but feel a melancholic gloom. Moments passed as night came slowly. Xiao Chen was beginning to leave when the cognizance of his Divine Sense alerted him to several cubicle alcoves hewed from the stone of the cavern walls. In these crude shelves fashioned from stone were many ancient books and manuscripts which were covered with layers of dust and soot. Xiao Chen walked closer and removed a book from one of the alcoves. He looked closely at it and found its title, "Heavenly Sky Palm".

Nausea stirred in her gut, and panic rose instinctively in her chest from being unable to vomit with her mouth covered. They stopped, and the forest sounds could be heard through the sack's coarsely woven fabric. A wise owl hooted in the distance, and a fox's agonizing cries echoed amongst the towering tree giants swaying in the breeze. A gust of icy wind travelled up from underneath. Minnow gasped at the paralyzing fear of being hung over a cliff edge. She could feel the coldness of the rock beneath her feet as her toes curled around the edge in one last futile attempt at survival—Minnow's heart raced like a trapped bird, desperate to escape.

Everything was wonderful until Miyuki boarded the ship, because on the way, Aoi informed her that in despair, he had contacted rebel vampires, opponents of harmony, and they would soon be coming to Tokyo to fight the wizards. - Seriously? And you are mentioning this to me just now?- Miyuki asked, looking at him disapprovingly. - I'm sorry... Before, I only thought about you, how I can't believe that you were looking for me and found me...- Aoi replied regretfully.- But how did you know about the clan's headquarters on the island?- he asked, suddenly realizing something.

I looked back at the pages of the book, wrapping myself more closely in the gray scarf Oliver had given me for Christmas. However, I was not allowed to return to the land depicted in the story from my book, because I sensed a strangely familiar aura that was getting closer and closer to our property. My first thought was mother, because the structure of the aura was very similar, but a few details did not match. I put the book on the table and lifted the blanket from my lap, setting it aside, before giving Oliver a meaningful look. He must have sensed the aura as well, as was already taking Alex in his arms and then walking towards the gazebo, where Oliver sat him down on the bench next to m

“Orla, someone’s just arrived. I’ll call you later, okay?” Five little words resounded in her head: too late to escape now.

Smirk sharp as shattered crystal. “Didn’t I give you one just as grand last week? What’s there to envy?” His fingers tightened on her waist, backing her against the wrought-iron pergola draped in jasmine. “Play your part. Don’t slip around Lena. Everything she has? You’ll have it too.” Now I remember. Five nights ago, crimson meteors streaked across New York’s southern skyline, a blood-magic spectacle. He’d texted: “Clan emergency. Working late.”