Novel & Cerita 4 Horsemen Of Death

"Not checkmate. Just the beginning of the next move." As the stars began to peek through the twilight, the Horsemen stood united, not by blood or by war, but by the love that had finally, irrevocably, set them free. THE END.

I sighed, but had no come back for him, so I unscrewed the top and downed the whole thing. “Now that’s a good alpha. Shall I start my guard duty now, or would time suffice? I was hoping to get back into the library and review some of the Codwall alpha dynasty. Heard he had himself a wolf rider lover without a problem. Though he only ruled for a few full months because he was killed.” “By the rider?” I asked, shocked. “No, that was your great-grandfather Rupert. He gave up his heart and willpower to a rider. Codwall apparently ate some poison berries. He did seem quite the idiot.” Max cackled.

" I have seen two possible sides of this war. One of them is you four, as her protectors, at your strongest, and Ember in front of you, bringing peace on earth. "The other has been Ember on her knees, surrounded by one man with a shadowy face I cannot make out, surrounding her as her blood flows out of her and trails into him. He seeks her ichor blood to make him stronger. In this vision, ash falls from the sky. The skies are red and filled with the most terrifying creatures I have ever seen. You are all dead, she said grimly. " Each of the four horsemen will come for her in all her lifetimes as the human goddess, with one coming for her in each generation over the next three hundred years.

They made their way to us and sat down beside me. At two minutes the pack house doors swung open again for the second time revealing four large men who were to ensure it was an honorable fight. The two taller, larger men were Alphas, but the tallest of them had a stern look on his face. Scars littered down his back on plain display. Muscles hard from years of training. He stepped to the middle of the ring and addressed the crowd directly.

“What kind of leaders would not inform their members and let them die?!” “They’re useless leaders!” Men from the group remarked. “We should kill all of the women so that we can choose a new leader.” “You don’t know anything! Leaders who lost all their members were burned alive yesterday!” Yekaterina yelled. Silenced followed as they realized how wrong they were. In that moment, a total of ten men started quivering as they were electrocuted, the metal on their wrist activated. In just a few minutes, they all dropped dead on the ground.

a werewolf announced. Zane Drocco is a handsome lad carrying the title of being the oldest among them despite the clear skin and youthful appearance. He's had visions of the past, present, and future. He's also laid out several prophecies that turned out to be quite true, and everything he envisioned had come to reality. Apart from that, he is also the strongest warrior who led battles to victory in centuries. A literal knight in shining armour.

“YOU HAVE FOUGHT BRAVELY BUT IN VAIN. MANY DIED AND MANY WILL FOLLOW. GIVE YOURSELF OVER NOW AND YOU WILL GET A PLACE IN THE NEW WORLD THAT I WILL BUILD. KEEP SHOWING RESISTANCE AND LOOK WHAT WILL HAPPEN.” I get a vision of the 4 horsemen riding through towns in the Mortal Realm. Starving chil-dren, plagues, corpses lying rotten on the streets, people fighting their own people for food. Babies are left crying alone before death passes them and they go quiet. Everywhere they go they bring war, starvation, and death. The vision is pressing on my skull, and I feel like I am never capable of joy or happiness again. The vision starts to clear, and I can finally see light again and breathe in the

Lana’s brow furrows, “You speak of the four horsemen of the apocalypse? Are you saying my sisters are the horsemen? But they’re…men. Arent they? ” Clotho nods, “You’re thinking of the human’s biblical terms. Of course, the humans would make them all males. Zeus forbid that females be just as vicious as males.” she rolls her eyes, which would be so amusing if the situation wasn’t so dire. “However, the basic concept of the horsemen is the same. You are Abaddon, the destroyer, the antichrist. Whatever religious moniker you are labeled leads to you being the ender of worlds. Once the balance was restored, your true identity and your sisters’ souls would be mobilized.”

All sides of the underworld gathered to witness the games, which will determine the underworld's new queen. Four presences materialized beside me, Death, War, Famine, and Pestilence, and all bowed to me. Nodding my head in acknowledgement, they were the horsemen of doom, lethal and immortal. They serve the King of the Underworld, and they will destroy, alongside me, the worlds, when the timing is right.

Others close in from behind, but I’m locked on the horrors in front. “I am Chernobog,” the bone giant growls. “I am Sekhmet,” the lioness hisses. “I am Hel,” the half-skeletal woman says, her teeth clicking as she speaks. “We wanted you to know who’s sending you to your death.” Gods of death and destruction. Fantastic. They unleash their powers. Chernobog conjures spears from thin air, growing larger as they hurtle toward us. Sekhmet cups a sickly green mist in her palms—pestilence, thick and oozing.