The Horizon Manwha Novels & Stories

"We are ready inside it." Sapphira’s presence surged through her veins, and Ariana’s hand rose instinctively. White light exploded from her palm. Her eyes burned blue, pupils rimmed in silver. A growl, not her own, but the wolf’s, rumbled from her chest as her body shimmered, then melted into the towering form of the White Wolf.

"We need to find a way to repel them, whether it's sunlight, wooden stakes, or something else. We can't let them turn us into one of them." Usopp, his senses attuned to the unfolding drama, reveled in the ensuing chaos. "Ah, the struggle for survival. Such delicious despair. Soon, this town will fall under our dominion." As the night wore on, the town of Greenhills became a battleground, with residents fighting desperately against the encroaching vampire horde. Usopp's chilling laughter reverberated through the darkness, signaling that the quiet town would forever bear the scars of this supernatural onslaught.

Scrolling through the other messages, I finally found a peaceful spot. Lorne: [Good morning, Chloe. I'm coming to pick you up. Don't forget sunscreen today. The sun is really strong.] I: [Got it.] Feeling bored, I clicked into his private page and scrolled through his posts until I came across an invitation, with the caption: [Here we go.] I sat up straight, staring at the invitation. Then a laugh escaped my mouth because it was an invitation to a private gathering from the Lockhart family. No wonder...

At the farthest edge of the Horizon, the core eight formed the ultimate knot of union. Silas and Draven double-stuffed Vespera while she sucked Rook. Wren and Lorien claimed me as Sable ground against my face. The eight of us moved as one single, glowing organism of ecstasy. Every thrust, every lick, every moan merged perfectly with the infinite horizon. The final climax was a radiant dawn of pure union. Waves of golden-emerald light erupted across the horizon, washing through every realm and every soul. The Song reached its most expansive resonance. New unions formed across distances and differences. All separation dissolved into shared pleasure.

It was surrender dressed in sacrifice. Above, the sanctuary convulsed as if impatience ran through its walls. Through the sovereign seat I saw the first hound wrench itself half-free of the broken second circle. Antlers punched into the ceiling. Dust and moonlight rained over Luna Lea and Alpha Cameron as they struggled toward each other through fractured stone. Marian had stopped pretending at triumph; she was trying to crawl. Elara stood in the middle of collapse like a curse that had finally found its throat. We did not have the luxury of moral perfection. Only of choosing which danger we could still live with.