Carnage Four Horsemen Novels & Stories

Adrian then called out, "Guys! It's time for you to show yourselves!" "Yes, sir!" General Hydro and General Pyro replied. "Roger!" Ash also chimed in. Several figures materialized and stood before the trio. "Who are these people?" Aubrey and Rean were stunned. Leading the charge were two armored warhorses, one wreathed in flames and the other trailing water. When they moved, they became streaks of blue and red light as they sliced through the mist. For a moment, the vast mine was filled with the wails of countless ghosts. Soon after, the mist dissipated.

'He wasn't your mate, Alvara. We ran close to the road but still far enough out of sight that humans won't get too suspicious. From what I could gather, the four men shared an internal link with each other. Ciaran would get a vacant look within his eyes every now and again, driving Ozias to run in front of him, just in case he couldn't fully understand what was happening outside of his body.

The fully armoured warhorses ploughed through the ranks of the beastmen, effortlessly crushing several beneath their hooves and leaving others sprawled senseless in their wake. Spears and swords wielded by the knights easily pierced through the beastmen's light armour and sturdy muscles as they attempted to resist. Advancing relentlessly, the warhorses delivered heavy blows with their hooves, shattering tendons and muscles as they trampled over the fallen corpses. Even those unlucky enough to still draw breath met their demise beneath the relentless onslaught of horseshoes. The group of beastmen attempting to flee the battlefield appeared more disciplined, clad in superior armour compared to

"I've turned against the family for her before, and I'll do it over and over. Even if she doesn't choose me, I've devoted myself to her. I will always be by her side until she's one day mortal, I promised her that." Holly winced at his words. "Eros?" she whispered at his shoulder. He continued to face the others as he held his hands together and gathered his own energy. "If you push me, I'll kill you both." "You're going to kill one of the Four Horsemen?" War chuckled. "You should have been the sin of Pride instead. To think you'd consider yourself that advanced." He clucked his tongue. "Girl, bring Death, and let's finish this."

“It’s a standard structure.” The room fell quiet again as reading resumed. Elena studied the faces around the table. Tommy looked convinced. Maria appeared focused on the implications rather than denial. Vincent was harder to read, but he’d already cooperated earlier. Carlo remained the wild card, though his attention was genuine. “There’s more,” Elena said, motioning to the second box. “Documentation on the other four arrested this morning. All recruited and managed by Giordano.” More folders. More silence. Elena watched Carlo closely as he reviewed the files on his people, his expression shifting from disbelief to anger, then something closer to grief.

"All four Horsemen are in place and we are ready to begin." Heath shifted anxiously in his bruised and dented, metal folding chair. Cautiously he eyed the four men standing before the group of approximately thirty-five people. Their costumes were unusual. They felt almost religious to Heath. Each man wore a floor length gown inspired robe which resembled a judge's ensemble. The colors, Heath decided, were ceremonial. The first man wore a robe of Stark white. The second man's robe was blood red. The third robe was coal black. The fourth was pale green. Each robe had a large golden horse embroidered on the left breast panel. A golden roped hem had been hand stitched to perfection.

The heavy vault door opened enough for Cain to pull it open completely. He stepped into the steel hallway inside, doors similar to the one we'd just passed through lined each wall, stretching on as far as I could see. After every few doors stood men big enough to be linebackers. Some of them had buzzcuts, others had tattoos crawling up their arms to disappear under the Kevlar vest they wore. Scars marred a few of the men's faces and others were adorned with facial piercings. The shadows cast on their hardened faces by the fluorescent lighting above us were aggressive.

And then, I saw the army. They weren't wolves. Not really. They were husks—warriors clad in armor of rusted silver, their eyes glowing with a sickly, pale light. They moved in perfect, silent unison, a tide of metal and decay that was eating the very air around them. At the center of the mass was a carriage made of bone and iron, pulled by six massive, hairless beasts that looked like wolves but moved like spiders. The door of the carriage opened. Killian Vane stepped out.

Then I heard what sounded like a voice among the four living creatures, saying, "A quart of wheat for a day’s wages, and three quarts of barley for a day’s wages, and do not damage the oil and the wine!" When the Lamb opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth living creature say, "Come and see!" I looked, and there before me was a pale horse! Its rider was named Death, and Hades was following close behind her. They were given power over a fourth of the earth to kill by sword, Pestilence, and plague, and by the earth’s wild beasts.” As she quotes scriptures, she throws her head back and laughs maniacally. “You don’t want to do this, Lana. Please, fight this,” I grit out.

Everything was calm. The four guards who had come with us carried Theo’s casket on their shoulder into the funeral house. As we followed behind them with me pushing Mirabel’s wheelchair, I could hear my little sister sob. The guards placed the casket on a catafalque in the gloomy funeral home. Candles surrounded the casket and on top of it were the roses from earlier. They opened the casket.