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Fortunately he saved a few, Claire among and the rest, were stuck there, the man he saw earlier included. He appeared right into the basement and caught the attention of Khloe, Maria and John who were on their devices, computers and phones, trying to technologically track down Pete. CHAPTER 7 HORSEMEN OF THE APOCALYPSE Opening Scene ; Sight catches a glimpse of Azazel in the desert where he was raised from the forever burning inferno, by the hands of the beholder of the spark, John. Repeatedly chanting words which were inexplicit to the ears. The desert sand rose, forming a desert storm. The skies darkened and it was seen and heard, seven lightening struck in the misty, dark and heavy clouds

We were having something close to a stare-off and neither of us budged. I reached out my hand slowly, and as it came halfway, the horse's snout came and pressed into the palm of my hand. ”He remembers you,” Samuel said. The caretaker and a few others came around the corner and gasped. ”Princess,” The caretaker breathed out but I couldn't remove my eyes from the horse. His hazelnut-colored orbs were drawing me in and I couldn't look away. ”Who are you?” I asked, realizing that he couldn't answer me but in a way, he did. He tilted his head down I leaned in, placing my forehead against his.

A massive black stallion came trotting around the gilded coach and I inhaled a sharp breath at the sight of it. This was no mere horse. It was massive and as dark as pure night with living shadow writhing around its sizable frame. It was terrifying but there was a sort of terrible beauty to it all at the same time. "Abaddon, come," the king clicked his tongue twice and the stead cantered forwards. I watched with bated breath as the glorious beast came to a halt behind the king of shadow elves. He turned and briefly stroked the horse's flank before pulling more ropes out of a saddle bag.

This was going to be a long, long day. I stood there in the center of the barn, tense as stone, the scent of hay and horseflesh thick in the air. My gaze was fixed on the gentle white horse shifting quietly in its stall. It was beautiful—elegant even, with a coat the colour of fresh snow and a mane like spun moonlight. Its eyes, deep and knowing, looked like they’d seen a hundred sunrises and still didn’t trust a damn thing. Which made two of us.

It was subtle at first, almost imperceptible, but gradually, the world began to awaken. And then, the lost horse tribes appeared. Hidden for centuries beneath the shadowed veil the master of evil had cast over the lands, they cautiously crept into open meadows and sun-dappled clearings. Hooves clicked against stone and earth, hesitant yet confident, as if sensing an invisible hand had lifted the chains that had bound them. Their eyes—wide, intelligent, and wary—took in the glimmering morning, the light playing off their coats, revealing streaks of gold, silver, and the deep black of twilight.

The young woman took her place at the center, holding up the gleaming silver head - the cursed object that held such power over the vengeful spirit. As we waited in tense anticipation, the air grew thick with an otherworldly energy, and a distant sound of hoofbeats echoed through the darkness. The townspeople held their breath as the Headless Horseman emerged from the shadows, his form shrouded in an eerie mist as he rode forth with a malevolent gleam in his eye. With a guttural cry that chilled me to the bone, he charged towards us, his spectral horse rearing up in a display of unearthly power. But we stood our ground, united in purpose and resolve, ready to face whatever darkness may come

he asked with furrowed brows and suspecting eyes. "This is called intra librum, literally means inside the book. Here you can enter the world of the book and experience it first hand," His eyes suddenly glistened, his mouth opened while turning around—the same expression when he first toured the meadows of Pixie Realm. "You mean to say I can enter a book from here?" "Yes, that's what I said," Doom excitedly scanned the book titles. He kept on asking me if I was telling the truth or just pranking him. He asked several questions about how it worked and the likes. He finally grabbed a copy of the book he wanted to enter.

the disciple said in fear. Then, he took out a letter and handed it to White Horse. White Horse took the letter lazily and opened it. He was stunned instantly; his entire body was sweating profusely. He saw just a few words written on the letter, ‘Heart Smashed Rotten Bones.’ It was just four words, but White Horse was stunned in fear just like he saw the Life Urging Amulet.

The veins in his arms were bursting out of his muscular arm when he gripped the horse’s bridle. Like his search were came to an end, the horse halted before the river that rushing to meet the ocean. But his purpose is not to see the river. A group of thieves was smuggling the chests of gold that has been stolen from the cart directed to the palace. “Stop there!” one of the men said when he saw the majestic frame on the horse. The man jumped on the ground in a thud and walked to them like he’s deaf. There isn’t a slight fear in his eyes when one of the men drawn a knife out.

With each step, I felt the heavy pull of fate dragging me into something far beyond my control. We entered the line of trees. Darkness beckoned beyond. But a white mare was patiently waiting—unbound—beside a tree, her coat like fresh snow in the moonlight. She only lowered her head—as if in respect, of all things—as the beast lumbered up to her. The creature, massive and horned, motioned with a giant paw for me to mount.