The Horizon Manwha Novels & Stories

Claire tilted her hand to let the black sand fall to the earth. The sands around her moved, making her look around. Running like streams of water, sand came together, piling upon the sand, gradually rising, crafting the shape of a man. The sand began to fall off, returning to the earth, and the face of a man remained. When the rest of the sand fell off, all that was left was a man. This man was tall with gray eyes, white hair, a fine muscular build, and he was handsome. He stood looking through the misty form of Claire, and she looked back at him.

Early the following morning, he brought Diane and the girls onto the Sumoon Airship and embarked on the journey back to Midland. At the crack of dawn where the light was still dim and there was a gentle rustling breeze, a shooting star darted across Northsea and disappeared in the sky above. On a hillside at the border pass between Midland and Northsea, a middle-aged man with gray hair and a green robe stood tall on the hillside, glancing down with an imposing gaze. "I'm finally here!" Horra said to himself in a hoarse voice. He had left after the falling out with Baldwin and Xavier, traversing through the void while concealing his energy. He came to the border, determined to kill Severin an

One of the Alphas asked Dylan. "We will use our claws not our teeth to kill them. Mind link our all members to use their claws in war to kill enemy. And warn them about the poison. The beast will give us the chance to bite them but we need to act smartly" Dylan said and all Alphas nodded their head and started mind linking their people. Just then they saw a bright white light middle of the hut. Everyone got down on their knees including Dylan because the light belonged to the moon goodness. "Your Highness" Everyone greeted the moon goodness.

“There’s a reason Damon made me beta. I’ve got potential.” The cloaked man nodded. “Perhaps. Now the plan is in motion. Time for phase two.” “No. Be patient,” the man snapped. “We wait just a little longer. Don’t make me repeat myself.” “But I thought—” “I said wait,” the cloaked man cut him off. “We’ll meet again. For now, follow the script.” With a wave of his hand, he vanished—just a whoosh of air left in his place. Knox watched in stunned silence.

Her father’s voice. Verena froze, claws still poised above the rogue’s throat. Slowly, her head turned toward the snow. Figures emerged, wolves and men both, stepping out from the pale horizon. Their presence was undeniable, their eyes sharp, their bodies tensed with recognition and suspicion. She released the rogue, letting it collapse, and rose to her full, imposing height. Step by step, she crossed into the snow’s edge. The black sheen of her fur shimmered under the pale light, shifting strand by strand into radiant silver as though the moon itself painted her.

“What happened?” She smiled faintly, her voice low and steady. “I met myself.” He hesitated. “And?” “I’m not afraid anymore.” Behind them, the mirror cracked down the center, releasing one final pulse of energy before shattering completely. The sound echoed through the temple like thunder. Outside, the Moon turned red for a moment—then brightened, whole and pure. Kael looked at her warily. “What did you see in there?” Aria’s gaze turned toward the horizon, where the storm clouds were already gathering again. “The beginning,” she said softly. “And the end that waits for us all.”

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."

Warm, even. "Welcome to Thornhold." I managed a small smile. "Thank you." She returned the smile with practiced grace. "Would you indulge this council by answering a few questions?" My fingers tightened around the fabric of my shirt beneath the table. "I'll answer if I can." "Wonderful."She folded her hands neatly before her. "For the record...What is your full name?" "Malia Hayes." I say, voice controlled as I kept my eyes straight Ahead. "And you are..." She paused delicately. "...human?"

We burned our old sigils under the moon. Painted new ones in ash and blood. “We are not wolves anymore,” I said. “We are Eclipse.” And the howl that followed wasn’t mine alone. It was ours. The moon bled red. The earth opened in silence. From the crater rose something tall, robed, wrong. No scent. No breath. No time. The Man with No Scent was just a vessel. This was the god inside. The Hollow One. And it already knew my name. He came to me while I dreamed. Not Vaeron. Not Dax. A stranger with eyes like frostfire. He touched my hand. The dream caught fire.

The girl in room number four introduced herself. Blushing by the fact that she already knew my name, I answered. “Yes… you are?” “My bad,” she laughed. “I’m Luna. Your friends told me you are human, I’m half.” A half-human named Luna? That’s something I don’t see every day. I was on the verge of responding when we got distracted by Willow coming out of the bathroom. I still can’t believe I have to share a space with her. Someone wake me up from this nightmare please!