Carnage Four Horsemen Novels & Stories

Horses screamed as stables were set ablaze, and Empire officers barked orders in panic, unable to comprehend the invisible force dismantling their infrastructure before their very eyes. Inside one of the fortified garrisons, an Empire noble lord clutched his gilded breastplate, his face drenched in sweat. "We’re being destroyed from the shadows! This is not a battle, it’s slaughter! Who is responsible for this?!" A terrified messenger, barely keeping his composure, stammered, "It’s the Aeternum, my lord… they wield weapons that spit fire and strike from afar like the gods themselves! We can’t—"

“Then you’ll be no better from the wielders you’re trying to oppose! If you won’t take my heed, I’m going to make you sleep, right here, right now.” Briane groaned as Blame’s nails pierced through his shoulder. Pouting, mumbling about being a killjoy, he raised both his hands. “Fine!” “There are four Wielders in each carriage and four Zorpheans,” started Berry once Blame fixed her eyes on their unexpected company. “I suspect the Zorpheans, just like Adam, are non-fighters, but the others are more likely bad news” “So, we have to battle eight, more likely?”

Andreas' face hardened. The demons snarled their arrival and the forest echoed it. The Fourth spirit had risen hell. The former army was crazed. This one was demented and emotionless, skilled in wicked ways she could not explain. Heads were ripped off. Hearts were shredded. Supernaturals fell. Demons fell. Cries echoed. Bones were snapped. Souls were lost....

She whispered and Declan almost blew up at the entourage of vampires in his kingdom but Aeris patted his shoulder watching the once in a lifetime show. The vampires at one side, the wolves at another. And a final carriage rolled in, lead by a red armored man on a red horse with a devilish smile. Declan moved back once as he stared at the guy approaching on a red horse. "Hi... Brother"

the vampire asked, following him. "I am going to the ocean," Caleb stated, stepping into the elevator. The heavy blast doors of Hangar 4 hissed open, revealing the three hundred Star-Forged Lycans who had just landed. Their silver-black armor was scorched, dripping with the golden blood of celestial beasts and the ashes of flying swords. They had won the impossible war. But seeing their King carrying their unconscious Queen, the Pack immediately fell dead silent, dropping to one knee in absolute reverence. Caleb paused at the threshold. He looked at his bruised, bleeding, but unbroken army.

Out of the swirling fog emerged a monstrous carriage of blackened oak and reinforced iron, pulled by four massive horses with coats the color of a midnight sky and eyes that burned like dying embers. The carriage groaned on its heavy leaf springs as it came to a halt, the wood creaking like a ship’s hull. The driver sat high on the box, cloaked in a tattered greatcoat, holding the reins with hands encased in heavy, metal-plated gauntlets. This wasn't a vehicle of grace; it was a rolling fortress, a hearse designed to carry a living debt into the mouth of a wolf’s den. The steam from the horses’ nostrils mingled with the cold night air, smelling of wet fur and hot copper.

I was seeing different angles of the fight as it took place. Horsemen were the first to lunge out of the dark Rifts. They were creatures that had the upper body of men and their lower body was horse body and legs. They were fast and deadly. They brandished spears and crossbows. I watched in a mixture of awe and terror as they tore through the werewolves. They were killed with precise efficiency. However, what appalled me the most were the casual silence of the Alphas.

“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.”

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.

And lastly, a white horse with a glorious rider, bright and he was war. Fire suddenly was raised around them and their colours became indefinite as all that was seen was red flames. "Arise and ride with chaos for you are the harbingers of the Apocalypse." Azazel yelled with a voice that reached the skies. The dust of the desert formed three beings, and they rode on the horses that matched their colours. Born By Power : Chaos And Apocalypse Chapter 7 Horsemen