Carnage Four Horsemen Novels & Stories

He thought the council would accept his retirement but it would be the end of his life. “You are stupid! You know you can't survive if you don't finish those and you really told them what you know!” Voice of a man getting out of a car. This is probably their leader. Azrael and Seraphine immediately stood up and pointed the gun at the man but before they could get ready, he tried to shoot Azrael. Azrael was still holding his captured man, He make him like a human shield and caught bullets from their leader's gun. Four gunshots ended his life. Azrael and Seraphine immediately returned fire.

And on Friday morning, another order for room service had been placed as early as 6:30, only for the waitress to meet no response from Frank's chamber but a sinisterly open door that afforded her the view of senator Frank's corpse in lying around in a pool of blood and his lady guest stripped stark naked, beaten to pulp, and tied to the bed frame. Coincidentally--perhaps not so--it was the second case of murder of top dogs in the city within the space of a week, and in a similar pattern at that. The first murder had struck earlier in the week when Henry West-gate, a famous tycoon in the city was set up for a car accident in his Jeep. It had been discovered that the middle-aged business tycoo

But seeing Kael's forces now, seeing the scale of corruption he'd unleashed, I wondered if any amount of preparation would be enough. "There," Garrick said, pointing toward the enemy's center. "That's him." My breath caught. Kael rode at the head of his army on a massive black horse that seemed woven from shadow itself. Even from this distance, I could see the red glow of his eyes, the darkness that writhed around him like a shield. He wore armor that looked like it had been forged from midnight, and when he raised his hand, the entire corrupted forest seemed to respond. Shadow creatures poured forth. Not the humanoid ones that Celeste had described but these were monstrous. Beasts with too

“I hope it’ll all be OK.” “Me too. So, just wait here just a bit longer, and I’ll have someone come and get you when Rita’s in the transplant ICU ward.” “Thanks.” Carrie glanced at the sketch pad on the chair. “You drew those?” “Yeah.” “What are they? Dancing women?” “Apsaras. Female spirits from Hindu and Buddhist mythology, usually associated with water and air – with clouds, mostly.” “Wow.” Carrie stared at the drawings. “They’re beautiful.” Maggie blushed. “Thanks. They’re for that big commission I told you about.”

Then, as the sun dipped low, a thunder shook the gates. Drums rolled like distant storms. Horns blared through the city. The people rushed into the streets, and silence fell heavy as stone when they beheld the sight. The army of the Horned King had arrived. Armored riders clad in black steel rode at the front, their spears tipped with crimson banners bearing the sigil of the curved horn. Behind them, endless ranks of warriors filled the horizon—winged men whose shadows darkened the sky, horned women cloaked in smoke, beast-legged hunters with eyes that gleamed like predators. And at the center, pulled by obsidian steeds that snorted fire, came a carriage of iron and gold, vast and terrible,

He leaned forward and spat a thick, viscous wad of saliva directly onto the glass between us. “You’re an old cargo, Croft!” he screamed, his voice cracking. “A rotting ship! I’m coming for you! I’m coming for both of you! You hear me? YOU’RE DEAD!” I didn’t flinch. I simply looked at the spit slowly sliding down the partition, a perfect symbol of his entire existence: base, ugly, and ultimately inconsequential.

And at that table… sat four men whose mere presence shifted the air. The Alphas. Even from a distance, their power was palpable. Alpha Ares of Crimson Fang, the one I had one hell of an encounter with, sat majestically. His presence was iron and thunder, his suit perfectly tailored, his gaze sharp enough to cut through steel. Next to him sat Alpha Gunner of Iron Claw, a wild, smirking flame of a man with a scar running from his jaw to his neck. Alpha Kai of Shadow Veil radiated intellect and cold precision, his glasses gleaming as he reviewed a document. And finally, Alpha Finn of Nightfang, lounging back with a lazy charm that failed to mask the feral gleam in his eyes.

A detachment of armed horsemen appeared at the gates of Carival and galloped to the caravan standing in the middle of the road. At the magical dome, the riders took a step and, unable to get closer, moved along its border. Wary glances ran around the frightened faces, lingered on two decapitated corpses and motionless bodies dented into the bottom of an overturned cart. Hands immediately reached for the hilts of the swords, four took up crossbows and aimed them at the armed people in the caravan. Though it was pointless now, the dome wouldn't miss a single bolt.

At my order, a funeral procession suddenly erupted, carrying funeral wreaths on the red wedding carpet. Some sang, while some were waiting. The whole ceremony turned chaotic in an instant. Fabian’s face turned ashen, and he hurriedly ordered his men to dismiss the procession. Looking thrilled, the florist owner came to me and said, “Mr. Hunt, all your wreaths have been delivered. I’ve even thrown in the full-service package. Are you satisfied?” I couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

It was unprecedented. At that moment, the Martial Reverend charged toward the beasts and slashed them. As he was one of the leaders, he could redirect some of the power of the four-hundred-thousand-strong army. With the support of the formation, he was like a war god. Charging into the horde of beasts, he slaughtered them all. The moment the beasts died, their Blood Essence was absorbed by the mysterious formation in the sky, and they were mummified. At that moment, Thea pulled out the Malevolent Sword and summoned the Four-Quadrant Art before slaughtering her way through the endless hordes.