4 Horsemen Of Death Novels & Stories

Before Zephyr could further think about the potential threat he was about to encounter, the Horsemen made their move. Suddenly, they began to charge hungrily at Zephyr. Each of them carried a heavy black spear of which each tip emanated a wicked glow. Zephyr had no choice but to meet their attacks with his own personal weapon — Draken. Through the clashing of steel, one of the horses raised their hooves against Zephyr. Then, a gust of wind blew past as another rider sent their energies to envelop Zephyr. Each of these riders possessed great battle power. Although they did not possess any brains, they had no trouble when it came to ambushing and anticipating Zephyr’s attacks. Their attacks we

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.

Chapter 51 The three members of the Supreme God Destroyers, their bodies cloaked in darkness, emerged from the shadows, their footsteps echoing in the eerie silence of the hidden lair. They were the ones who had orchestrated the devastating attack on the Wolfsbane and Shadow Hunter werewolf clans, leaving behind a trail of devastation and despair. In their possession were two alphenos, the revered warriors of the fallen clans, their faces etched with a mixture of pain and defiance.

The remaining three Hellhounds had also been perfectly and easily taken down by Fennel! Ten human-modified killing machines from the Hall of Evil were wiped out within ten minutes by Fennel and Philip! This was the combat power of the two Easterners! This scene completely stunned the guards of the Hall of Evil inside and outside the manor! Too powerful! Was this Sun God Apollo of the Hall of the Sun? Sure enough, he was as freakish and terrifying as the legends made him out to be! The ten Hellhounds were the killing machines under the Hall of Evil’s Dark Angels!

he replied, annoyed. The chauffer courteously opened the door for Alexander, who got out of the car with an air of arrogance. He strode towards the black sports car. He was a car lover and immediately recognized the model of the vehicle packed before his eyes. It was a BMW M2 which was known for boasting a meaner mug and sizable hips. It had a hard-charging, high revving twin-Turbo straight-sit, which eats up straightaways.

After the successful completion of a mission, Connor Weston, the youngest patrol division captain of the pack, had fallen into an eternal sleep on that rainy day. … After his death, my soul began to dissipate, like dew evaporating into the air under the morning sun. In my final glimpse, I saw Chris rush into the infirmary. He then fell to his knees and clutched Connor's hand, his shoulders trembling violently. Later, I saw Connor buried beside my grave. Our two tombstones stood close together, as they were always meant to be. I witnessed many pack members come to pay their respects, saying things like, "It was such a shame for a hero like him to die so young."

He directed his speech to the doctor and ran out to that suspicious tunnel And he is bare-chested..sweat fills his chest and..muscles He entered quickly without caring. The tunnel or dungeon was very deep, behind him were the guards and men of the herd of Ultm - his Mate 's flock - " Alpha". Harry shrieked running toward a deeply fainted man, with many, many men near him, some of them dead - some dead - and others breathing hard, just like Jack. Zayn's gaze shook, cautiously looking at the place , "Harry let him go," ordering him and the rest of his pack to oppose him .

The instant it did, the forest lid up with another dozen motorcycles, roaring to life. The Wolf Riders! They circled the Black Skull Riders, hollering and laughing, before breaking into formation and heading back to the main road. Screaming woes and curses, Viper ordered his men to follow us as their bikes roared to life and tried to catch up... “I can’t believe he fell for that!” Knives grinned, way too happy about being shot at than any normal man would! I didn’t reply but grinned as well, as he hollered a “hoo-yah!” and took the lead as we sped down the road. As it would turn out, leaving Bunny with too much time on his hands and with money from his stepdad was a deadly combination. Appar

There are wisps with it as well. There's no use outrunning them. We'll need to stand our ground and fight. My heart is pounding and my palms are sweaty as we come to a stop. The three-headed hound is advancing towards us, its eyes glowing menacingly in the dark underworld. The wisps seem to be gathering around it, as if to add to its strength. Jack leads the charge, his sword glinting in the dim light. Alec and I follow close behind, ready to do whatever we can to help.