Apocalypse Four Horsemen X Men 소설 & 이야기

“The stronger the wolf, the more mates they can sustain bonds with. Four mates means you’re much more powerful than anyone knows.” Despite the indignation that coursed through me—having a fourth mate felt like a curse, not a blessing—part of me was curious about what this mysterious fourth mate might be like. Was he another cocky asshole like Lucas? Another brooding jerk like Rowan? Or something else entirely? But mostly, I just hoped I never ran into him. Three mates were already more trouble than I knew what to do with. “Can we continue training?” I asked. “I want to get stronger so I can figure out how to deal with the Elders.”

Alejandro scolded with a stern look on his face. At the end of the day, my second knew to keep my men a priority to some degree. The news of my execution this morning had already spread and all my men were shaking in their boots. Al wanted to minimize the fallout. Wanted to spin it so that I wasn't seen as a monster. Fear may keep men in line but too much would poison them. Sighing, I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Speak." I urged the man. He trembled once before falling on his ass on the floor. Sat down on the cold tiles.

Behind her, Below-Prayer opened wider. Divine names peeled from the little shrines under the freeway and flew into its mouth like moths. The Well Spirit shrieked. The Stove God cursed in three dialects. The system gave me an option so bright it hurt to see. [Total seizure authorized under wartime necessity.] [Targets: all dead contracts, Daniel Hart, minor gods in collapse radius.] [Projected result: Underworld Court rank increase.]

" When zombie hordes got too close, Jake didn't even bother with the cannon. A quick, brutal drift sent the rear hub grinder spikes spinning through the crowd—turning them into a rain of blood and bone. Sitting in the passenger seat, watching the black RV tear through the horde like a predator through prey, Bella was speechless. So violent. So... safe. After four days of scraping and hiding and barely surviving, this was the first time she'd ever experienced what it felt like to be on the strong side of the apocalypse.

Rowan's territory was indeed remote and desolate, but it was nothing like I'd imagined. Word had spread that Rowan and I were coming, because many beastmen crowded the roadside holding gifts they wanted to present to us. They all looked well-fed and healthy, their eyes bright. Even the little ones and elderly were plump and rosy-cheeked. Since the apocalypse began, all the clans had struggled to survive. Food was barely enough to get by, and many older beastmen had starved to death. Those who survived were skin and bones. However, everything was completely different here.

“Chloe Jane, do you really want the answer to that question?” I nod. “Yes, I want to know you, all of you.” Ruin takes a deep breath, as if preparing to reveal something monumental and, honestly, I’m feeling a bit apprehensive now. “Before this lifetime, I was known as Conquest, the rider on the white horse. The first Horseman to signify the end times.” I feel a shiver run down my spine, his words echoing with a weight of history and power. “The Horsemen? Like in the legends? The Horsemen of the Apocalypse?!”

The whole place was white and the only sound she was hearing was the sound of wind. "Are you all scared of me? Show your cowardly faces!" Sonia shouted. There was no answer and it got Sonia more infuriated. "You all are pathetic deities who do nothing but live up here" There appeared before her four beings all on horses and she knew who they were. She had read about the FOUR HORSEMEN OF THE APOCALYPSE. The first one was death and his brother Hades, whose brother was Ariel, whose brother was Baphometh; they were the guardians of the portal.

Samantha replied with an unhappy smirk after hearing Evander's words. Samantha raised her hand and made a gesture. Poppy, who saw this, quietly furrowed her brow in confusion, and a moment later, two men with dangerous smirks on their faces began to approach Poppy and Evander. “Looks like you need to be reminded of the consequences of offending me, Evander.” Samantha stood up from her position and nodded her head towards Poppy and Evander. Realising that something dangerous was about to happen, Poppy helped Evander to his feet. Poppy did not expect Samantha to react so aggressively. It turned out that life in a post-apocalyptic world was indeed very dangerous.

With all his strength, he hurled the exposed end through the gap. The instant it hit the snow, there was a deafening crack. A blinding arc of electricity exploded through the crowd. The people closest convulsed and dropped instantly. The assault outside faltered. "Now! Forklift! Get that container over here!" Taking the opening, the three of us rushed to a nearby electric forklift. Together, we forced a fully loaded frozen-meat container straight up against the door, sealing it tight. The engine died. Silence fell over the warehouse, broken only by our heavy breathing and Tamsin’s uncontrollable sobbing.

Dink went into a trance watching a ball of shooting stars travel around half the monitors in the room and then disappear into a white vapor that evaporated into nothingness. “Do you ever have any doubts about what we’re doing here, Sonny Boy?” Dink asked Sonny Boy. “I got no doubts about nothin’,” Sonny Boy said. “When the Four Horseman of the Apocalypse come leaping across this planet while we’re watching it go up in ashes, there won’t be nothing left to believe or doubt. There won’t be nothin’ left of nothin’. And I’m going to be right here at the helm with the Good Lord standing right beside me.”