Carnage Four Horsemen Novels & Stories

It was clear they wouldn't remain alive for much longer. Kane abruptly declared, "By the order of the successor, Benedict Hoover has lived as a hero among men, and it should be reflected in his death. Orpah Tigre and Colt Marshall shall accompany him on the road to hell!" "I'll kill you!" Benedict roared. Understandably outraged by the death of his Four Fighters, he lunged forward, his hand shooting toward Kane's throat.

In the distance, war drums began. The rhythm was deliberate, steady, meant to strike fear—to make us count each beat and imagine what was coming. It worked. Then we saw them. The Cult army appeared on the horizon like a dark stain spreading across clean cloth. Marching in formation, four hundred strong. Dark armor gleaming in the dawn light, red banners snapping in the wind, eyes glowing with corrupted magic—purple and sickly green. They moved in perfect unison. Unnaturally perfect, like puppets controlled by a single will.

Thump. Thump. From the dark woods, a giant wave of white horses and black wolves possessed my black magic ran toward the castle. But these were not normal animals. The horses had red eyes, and the men riding them were vampires. They wore silver armor that reflected the fire and behind them, thousands of mindless ghouls ran on all fours, screaming like hungry animals. "Hold the line!" Zayn’s voice boomed. It was so loud it sounded like thunder. He stood at the very front of the gate. He didn't hide behind his men.

that was kept secret from most people and that he should never reveal it to anyone he didn't already know. He shuddered when he heard of the Four Forces of Chaos, the greatest Evil, who were constantly striving to destroy the realm of mankind. There was a god of blood, Khorne, the master of slaughter, whose followers laughed in battle and filled themselves with an endless thirst for carnage. It was the great mutant Centch who transformed his worshipers and taught them the darkest secrets of magic. Nurgle was a plague whose followers spread fire and disease to the farthest reaches of the universe. Slaanesh was a fallen god of unspeakable pleasures. He now knew enough of some of their worship

Mara gripped my arm. We stood there, frozen. Waiting. It wasn’t a war cry. It wasn’t the mournful howl of loss. But it wasn’t joy either. The sound grew louder—faster. Then the first horses appeared through the dust—two of them. Warriors. Bloodfang warriors. Their faces were worn, smeared with dirt and exhaustion. Their armor was scratched. Then more came—on foot and horseback. At least a dozen. Then more. The street outside the Alpha’s house filled in minutes.

“Very amazing, my dear. But all jokes aside, we should begin your training immediately. Before they could begin their training, the sound of wild horses could be heard in the background carts of metal. “What was that?” Liz asked. In more moments, the three girls and John found themselves surrounded by four horse bugeyes and out of each hoped out of each hoped out several hoped out several men cladded in silver and red armor. “What’s happening?” April G asked. Out of one of the bugeyes came out a muscular, Hispanic man with a scar across his left eye. “My name is Sir Hector Garnish,” The man said. State your purpose, outsider.” John pushed the girls behind him and lifted his arms.

“Very amazing, my dear. But all jokes aside, we should begin your training immediately. Before they could begin their training, the sound of wild horses could be heard in the background carts of metal. “What was that?” Madison asked. In more moments, the three girls and Hughley found themselves surrounded by four horse bugeyes and out of each hoped out of each hoped out several hoped out several men cladded in silver and red armor. “What’s happening?” April G asked. Out of one of the bugeyes came out a muscular, Hispanic man with a scar across his left eye. “My name is Sir Hector Garnish,” The man said. State your purpose, outsider.” Hughley pushed the girls behind him and lifted his arms.

Three months of riding the same elevator with a man who barely spoke to me, yet somehow managed to ruin my panties every single time. I pressed the elevator button harder than necessary, biting my lower lip. Please don’t let him be there tonight. Please let me get upstairs without making a fool of myself. The doors slid open with a soft ding. And of course… there he was. Marcus leaned against the mirrored back wall like he owned every inch of this building. Six-foot-four of pure, quiet dominance. Broad shoulders straining against a black button-down shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal those thick, veined forearms that haunted my dreams. His dark hair was slightly tousled, like he’d run his fi

First came out Conquer, riding a pure white horse, his shining blade victoriously twirling in the air, his soulless dark eyes scanning his surroundings, eager to take claim on every land. Second, War emerged from the pits of Eternal Fire, riding a fiery red horse, his cries of battle echoing across the seas, his blade dipping in the blood of the innocent shattered Peace. Third, Famine crawled from the very depths of Hell itself, riding a black horse, thriving from the desperate screams of those in pain, turning into useless dust all sustenance on Earth... Fourth, Death’s corpse-like pale horse descended from the thundering dark sky, trotting to his rightful owner, obediently lowering his hea

Was there an enemy watching them like I was ? The front door opens and a woman walks out , she stops and squints up at the sun. Her hair was a mess, her clothes looked like they had just been thrown on and in her hand was her heels. The walk of shame. Whoever she was , was just coming from an interesting night by the looks of her. Then the door opens behind her and a tall man I recognise comes out , he’s shirtless but has his jeans and boots on. Tattoos cover his full arms and chest all the way up his neck and then stop. His long hair was loose , blonde. I recognise him as Joker , one of Carnage's inner men. He pulls what looks like a cigarette from behind his ear , digs in his pocket and li