The Horizon Manwha Novels & Stories

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐨𝐧 The stone pier felt solid beneath Maya’s boots, a grounding reality after hours of airborne turbulence and systemic upheaval. The crowd of coastal survivors didn't press forward with demands or frantic questions; they simply parted with a silent wave of sun-browned faces, calloused hands and their eyes wide with a quiet and disbelieving relief. The heavy marine transceiver in the old woman’s hand gave a soft, rhythmic chirp; a clean, unmonitored signal that carried no interest rates, no liquidation threats and no corporate priority codes.

This place feels familiar, like home, but also foreign somehow. "Mica." A man's voice, broken and desperate. I turn to see him—tall, broad-shouldered, with kind eyes that mirror my own. His face is weathered but strong, and tears stream down his cheeks as he reaches for me. "Mica, you have to remember." My own tears fall freely as I try to run to him, but my legs won't move. I'm trapped, helpless, watching as shadows close in around us both. Blood. So much blood pooling on those beautiful marble floors while I scream his name.

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.

They were hesitant, but slowly moved to let me take a look at her. Her lips were cracked but her hair was still neat. Her clothes had stains of Blood. It was a horrifying sight. And I suddenly broke down, not caring the pack members are looking at me. "Annabel...ANNABEL!" I cried. The 6 pack members shifted to their wolves and bowed to their Luna. I knew. I knew they needed to howl. "No. Don't. Stop! Don't!" I said in a hurry. They stopped in their tracks. They need to know Diana. They need to know Luna is dead. They mind-linked.

Old men gathered in doorways to whisper of horizons they had thought long lost. Sophia stood at the base of the Monument, her cloak heavy with ash and wax, her throat raw from song. Her companions surrounded her—Amina sharpening her blade, Raven sifting through lattice feeds, Elise folding her loom, Camila brushing streaks of paint from her scarf. “Look at them,” Camila murmured, gesturing to the crowd. “They are not waiting for orders. They are living.” Sophia’s voice was soft. “Then Horizon has already taken root.”

Hana smiled mysteriously and replied, "Gunwo, you must remember that your left hand touched me. Its future outcome will cause you pain," Gunwo ignored Hana's challenges. In Gunwo's mind, he alone could defeat Hana and all the exotic people. Gunwo's face scrunched up as if he had secured victory in the palm of his hand without even noticing Emma and Moan's disappearance. It wasn't until the person next to him spoke that Gunwo saw. He tilted his head into the other's ear and said softly, "Are you afraid of those weak, beautiful women and useless men? Oh, don't. Sober up if you want; I'll give you a little girl with two hair braids, okay?"

“Earlier tonight, I saw someone outside my window, this isn’t even hallucination, this is a breach.” “Yes, I totally agree with you, one hundred percent.” He said, nodding his head in agreement. “And what’s more, you know who the person was, don’t you?” I paused for a moment and then answered him. “Yes, I know who it was,” I replied, trying to hide and conceal my fear. Cael looked at me for a moment and shook his head slowly, and then he finally said it. “Visa Nigthhallow.” My heart skipped as the name thundered into my ear drums.

I know the older man has weakened, but I assumed most humans were stout as our humans are and that they could bear similar workload. We feed one barn, and return for extra water and feed for the next. Evers grabs a bucket thus time, testing the weight abd lightening the man's load much to his dismay. We repeat our process several times before everything is fed. The animals are stiff and leery as they observe me, and I tilt my head and lower to subtly expose some throat to thwart my appearance as a threat. I do not stare or hold their eyes in challenge, and soon they start to feel braver and move about. Their eyes still track me uncomfortably though, as they would watch a gator in their drink

Is it? As soon as Mei gets next to me, she offers me a cup of coffee and I take it gladly. "Thank you." "Just give it a few more minutes and you will be back to normal," Mei assures me and I frown. "My love, I know you are confused, but," he takes my hands in his and rubs them softly, trying to soothe me. "Horatia's pack is now turned into what is called a 'Farewell Cry', they are mourning the loss of their leader. It is supposed to be something unique between them, but somehow you tapped into their frequency, and got trapped in it."

Suddenly, a violent gust of wind knocked them out. A wild laugh echoed in the tumultuous wind, which now resembled a tornado. Nate and the princess stood their ground, but the entity remained obscured. Despite the chaos, she knew that the smell was that of a rogue, and it was not a good omen. Nate tried to calm the wind by twirling his hands, but to no avail. This was the most powerful rogue they have ever encountered and as they were trying to escape, the wind yanked them to the tree and Claire felt a sharp blade impaled in her chest, making her unconscious…