Carnage Four Horsemen Novels & Stories

By the time I got there, the four horsemen already told their men to pull the rogue vampires from four different directions. I saw them scattered each four of them took one rogue vampire. There were four clusters so I asked Zachary how many they were. [Zach, how many are they?]

It pounced on the first wolf, pushing it down with him, the two beasts rolling down the bushes, a little far from them. Without wasting a second, Heather grabbed Antonio, who gazed, quite stunned, and pulled him toward her car. She opened the door and quickly got in. It took a second before Antonio grabbed the car door and got in. Heather drove away as fast as she could. As soon as Heather’s car disappeared, Remington transformed back to himself immediately, forcing Leonidas to halt in his attack and also shift back from the black wolf. His arms were bleeding but he did not pay attention, instead casting an angry and surprised gaze at Remington.

I heaved a deep sigh as someone got close to our carriage, placing hands around it. I realized that it was a soldier, he had a keen interest in the bodywork of the carriage. I was a bit surprised when he locked in his gun and stared into my eyes, felt like he could take the truth off my lips, “What do you want sire?” “It’s not what I want, you’re Cace one of the Four fearless people in the world of werewolves right” he asked as he stared into my eyes, I knew that Alpha Galen must have sent his men to accompany his daughter who was why she stopped when she saw the sign on our carriage.

The bitch had planned this very, very well. I was arrested on the spot. My four mates—Preston, Hunter, Kris, and Killian—could do nothing but watch as I was dragged away. Their eyes were full of desperation, but they knew as well as I did that they couldn’t interfere. The Lycan laws were absolute, and once the Council was involved, even Alphas had to comply.

"All I’m saying is… spoils aren’t always silver and steel. Sometimes the prize is simply breathing at dawn." Everyone gave a nod in agreement as we continued the journey back. Until we reached a point of interest; a wreckage. The shattered wheels, splintered boards, and shredded canvas — all looked familiar. We stopped as the horses came to a halt. Blood soaked the earth, a dark, congealing stain at the carriage’s side. Four bodies lay lifeless. Adolph’s eyes flicked to them with a grim frown. "The escorts," he said. "Casper and Ophelia must have cut them down."

all four boys asked in unison, and something in their voices made Theron take an involuntary step backward. “This isn’t over,” he said, grabbing his bag and backing toward the door. “You think you’ve won something here, but this isn’t over.” “Yeah, it is,” Zane said mildly. “It’s very over.” “And if you ever come back here,” Kael added, his cheerful mask completely gone, “if you ever even think about our mate again, we’ll show you exactly why the Elxra pack is considered the second strongest in the territory.” “We’ll show you why we should be first,” Marcus corrected grimly.

The heavy cable attached to the harpoon begins to retract violently, dragging a massive, heavily armored iron war-carriage right through our defensive gates. The iron-plated wheels grind against the stone floor with a screeching metallic wail, crushing the remains of the wooden barricades as if they were made of dry twigs. Sparks shower into the air from the friction, illuminating the grotesque, spiked hull of the war-carriage and the jagged runes carved into its side that channel raw, synthetic dark magic.

"And today, the weak will finally serve a purpose. We trade the useless for the strength of our future." A rhythmic, heavy thud of hooves suddenly interrupted him. The crowd parted instantly, stumbling over each other in sheer terror to get out of the way. A massive, armored carriage rolled into the muddy square. It was pulled by four monstrous, coal-black draft horses that looked more like demons than animals. The carriage itself didn't bear a pack crest. It was carved with jagged, ancient runes that seemed to swallow the fading sunlight. The temperature in the square plummeted. Puddles of mud literally froze over.

These horses were beautifully bedecked, covered in jewels, and the kings’ men, wearing chainmail, handed out several shining lances. Caitlin found herself led to a horse, which she mounted, then found herself handed a huge lance. On the far side of the field, facing her, a vampire warrior mounted a horse and scowled back at her. She recognized him immediately. Cain. Another whistle sounded, and Caitlin’s horse charged forward at a gallop. The warriors all cheered, as the two galloped right for each other. Caitlin could feel the wind in her hair, out of breath at the speed of the horse, doing her best to wield the heavy lance. She saw the expression in Cain’s face, bearing down on her, and tr

She couldn’t deny how his muscular body and pure masculine magnetism drew her to him. If he regained movement she’d die. She knew that and he probably wished he could get his hands on her. She glanced across the room to stare at the cracked and peeling white paint that ran the length of the room on the floor by the door. The staff called it the kill line. All test subjects were shackled by each limb. Though they were strong enough to break chains occasionally, none had ever broken all four at once. They only needed one free limb to kill. She sat inside the kill zone with an enraged, huge male whose two arms were chained but they weren’t connected to anything anymore. That realization made he