Carnage Four Horsemen Novels & Stories

They rode farther into the city, finally coming across the dead bodies of the people in that land. Calhoun nudged his horse to go on a trot, slowly going through all the lifeless people laying on the road. The corpses were bent in weird angles, with objects sticking out of every one of them. Many of them still had their eyes open, their last expressions exposing what had happened. They all looked like the devil himself had appeared before them. A formidable person had appeared, and he could destroy that huge a scale.

He thought I had executed him for her. Before I could force a single, agonizing word of denial past my lips, the treeline violently exploded. Dozens of elite Alpha lords, Silver Fang generals, and Elder Silas burst into the clearing on horseback, their hunting horns silencing the forest. They pulled hard on their reins, their massive warhorses snorting plumes of white steam into the freezing air as they took in the chaotic, bloody scene: the decapitated boar, the kneeling Warlord, and the feral slave pinned to the earth by a royal arrow.

She had been my only friend, and I trust her. ‘I’ll come back for you, mum,’ I made a vow on that spot as the table mystically returned to its prior spot. The four horsemen gathered before me, towering over me like giants. “Shall we?” The one that killed Damon asked with a sly smile. I hated him with my every being. But what could I do? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I turned and we walked out of the palace in silence. Waiting for us outside were four brown horses and a one-horse carriage.

Outriders on fast horses, scouts with eyes like hawks, circling the column. At the front, Lucian. Elias to his left. Jace to his right. Caelan behind them. All four on spare horses, black as night, no saddles. They rode like they’d been born there. They didn’t look at me. Didn’t need to. Behind them, me. On a warhorse. Old. Scarred. It knew this road. Behind me, the elders. Their carriage was bigger than it should be. Black wood. No windows. No driver. It moved anyway. Silent. The horses pulling it were gray, and their eyes were wrong. The men gave it space.

The shadow horses pulling the carriages raised their hooves at the resounding roar that disrupted the serene tranquility of the road. “A blood bear! On your formation!” The leader of the thirty cavalries shouted at the top of his lungs as they surrounded the six carriages at the center while facing the four-meter-tall red furred bear emitting a bloody smell standing in front of the thicket of trees next to the brick road. The shaking of the carriage pushed Raimere’s unprepared figure to the side. “Shit!” The back of her head squarely hit Varyan’s jaw and Raimere instinctively reached out her hands to grasp at anything as she felt her body falling.

His body shifted with each bump in the road, and every time it did my stomach twisted like it was my own brother lying there. Ahead, four bikes rode in formation, their taillights a steady, pulsing red. Rafe, Calder, Maddox, Jax - the brothers. Mine. Wolves born of fire and metal, their engines were low, furious heartbeats pounding out a song that promised vengeance. Behind me, more bikes thundered, twenty strong, a wall of sound and fury escorting me like a queen of the dead. It looked like a funeral procession. It was one.

Jackson pulled over on the side of the building and we all got out of the car one by one and looked around. We walked towards the door and before we could open it, it was pushed open from the inside by two buff looking guys who were both bald and has some sort of symbol as a tattoo on the left side of their necks. They were both wearing all black and the looks on their faces was intimidating. They both stood on each sides of the door and folded their arms across their chest while eyeing us from top to bottom. "Can we help you all?" The first guy standing on the right side asked with a deep frown on his face.

I say, Bellona shakes her head ever so slightly, she starts to cough and blood splutters from her mouth. “Tatum, go to Tatum they should have made it” Is all she manages before her body goes limp in my arms. I look up at Clay who has been tending to the other to males, he has a frown on his face. I look over at the two bodies and back at Clay who shakes his head letting me know they too had passed. Both children stand looking exactly what they are, scared and confused. Looking around at the bodies of the fallen I know I can’t leave them out in the open, so my mate and I decide to build a pyre to honor them before we can make our hike with the children to Alpha Tatum’s pack hoping to find mor

Ruin War-torn battlefields and the stench of death have been my home for centuries, carving scars on my soul that mirror the carnage I’ve witnessed—and caused. A creature of destruction, condemned to forever walk this earth. Before this lifetime they used to speak my name in whispers. I was known as Conquest, the rider on the white horse. The first Horsemen to signify the end times, but oh, how wrong they were. We’ve been here since the Gods created us; watching, waiting.

They were vicious against enemies, the shapeless assassins and spies that could penetrate the defences of any threat whilst also providing aid to those that they obey. A faint shuddering in the shadows hinted at the appearance of the wolves. They moved cautiously, looking to avoid the last of the dappled light that fell between the pine trees. Slowly their forms took shape like watery images of beasts, their bodies floating and swirling like smoke and mist. Behind the witch, the warriors shifted uneasily, still not used to seeing these curious creatures. “Look, Signe! Do you see them?” Estrid cooed to her daughter, pointing to the first of the shadowy figures that stepped out from the roilin