4 Horsemen Of Death Novels & Stories

He walked over to the bronze horse and began scrutinizing it. It was strange. Sebastian had never noticed anything unusual about the bronze horse before. Why had Lyanna specifically asked for it? As he scrutinized it further, he realized something. Although the bronze horse's body was shrouded in dark energy, there were actually four red clouds on its hooves. Red symbolized blood, but it also represented life. In contrast, black symbolized death and destruction. There was life and death energy on an object. The intertwining of life and death represented reincarnation.

Her squeak of a whisper didn't disturb her brother. "He wanted to be here, and you needed blood. Your mother insisted he come up here. She was here for a while, but I never let her in to see you. Everyone's okay. Your Mom and Dad are still in custody. Two of the Horsemen are dead. It's over." Felecia blinked at him and decided to ignore everything about her mother. Three of the four Horsemen were dead. What about the last one? Where was he? Evan lifted his head. "Did you know you have a rare blood type?"

The noise of the bone cracking was loud enough to reach his ears. Two other men came to stop him when one of them was taken down by Draken. Draken and his men have arrived. Hunter killed the other guy and the blood spurts out and falls on his face. Rasmus covered for him as he made his way to the hall. With each passing second his heart was dropping further. He noticed that most of Alonso's men were killed by the vampires. As he got closer to the door he felt something tingling inside him. With a low growl, he kicked the huge double doors open and came to a halt in the hall.

The witch assured me he'll be right back. "What did you tell him?" I asked her. "That his parents, the previous alpha and Luna weren't killed by humans as how his uncle had said. His uncle was the one who did it, he tricked them, and killed them with wolves bane," said the witch. I was saddened by the news. I know how Alpha Deucalion felt for I had lost my dad and my only brother because of Bazaar and his pack. "Will Bazaar ever be stopped?" I asked the witch perturbed.

It was the reason he was tormenting me, after all. “Also,” he continued, “Someone sent me a text message.” “What text?” Kai asked. “In the text was a name. A clan name, to be precise. Les Morts d’Ivoire.” My heart skipped a beat. “Les Morts d’Ivoire?” “Yeah. Sound familiar?” I nodded. “Alistair’s clan.” Jay shifted in his chair. “How come I’ve never heard of it?” “Heard of The dead Ivory?” Alistair’s clan was known to foreigners as the dead Ivory. In New Jersey, they used Les Morts d’Ivoire. It meant the same thing.

"What happened to him, and the fate of the nine men that were deceived?" "The dark lord was sealed by my duke, your father. Five of the nine men were slaughtered by me, and three had not been seen in years. They were known as Nazguls, or we called them the Black Riders. Not only that, they were always drawn to the weapons that killed their master, the soul nectar, because they believed it held the key to restoring their master's. " "So, you mean the Smiths are the ones that slaughter the dark lord Sensoi, then free Gordon and Gaea from the hands of the darkness?"

His intuition, honed by years of experience on the battlefield, screamed at him – these were not mere warriors, harbingers of death. They were not human. A wave of nausea washed over him as he realized the true nature of these beings. Each knight, a walking nightmare, exuded an aura of raw, untamed power. Miron was certain that even the fiercest beastmen would tremble before their advance. The leather-clad soldiers, seemingly unfazed by the arrival of their spectral comrades, stood in silent formation. They watched as the knights, wordlessly, moved past them, their dark forms blending seamlessly into the shadows. The march began, a silent procession of death, and Miron's heart hammered again

He raised his hand, signaling for everyone to be ready. Suddenly, a group of survivors appeared from behind the trees, their faces marked by desperation and greed. They were armed, some with makeshift weapons, others with guns that looked far too advanced for this broken world. The leader of the group, a tall man with a scar running across his cheek, stepped forward. “Well, well,” he said, a dark grin forming on his lips as he eyed the convoy. “Look what we have here. Looks like you’ve got something that belongs to us.”

And I looked, and behold, a pale horse! And its rider's name was Death, and Hades followed him. And they were given authority over a fourth of the earth, to kill with sword and with famine and with pestilence and by wild beasts of the earth. – Revelations 6:8 The 5th Hegemony Fleet, or what was left of it, flashed into the Rylaren Gamede system with a bright flash. They were joined by the remaining mercenary fleet, evacuee ships, and whoever else they could get out of Conflict Sector 2.

He looked up again and glanced at me before looking directly at Elias. “All my research points to these princes also being known as the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.”