Death Horsemen Novels & Stories

"My mom stayed over and messed it up, so I replaced it." He sounded totally normal. Not a crack in his voice. "Anyway, I booked us a place for tonight. Dress up, okay? I wanna see my gorgeous wife properly." I hung up, but the longer I sat with it, the worse it felt. Finally, I posted on social media: [Just got back from a six-month business trip. Found my hamster dead, lungs completely black. Suspect someone's been smoking at home—or worse. Should I suspect my husband of cheating?]

Monster reached out, grabbed her around the waist, and tossed her over his shoulder. She cursed him out and struggled to get free. The big man simply slapped her butt and growled at her to settle down. Then he headed back to the compound with her over his shoulder. When he got close, he heard the roar of several bikes he ducked behind a clump of trees to see who it was. Breed, Greer, Kizzy and Shyla among the other brothers were returning to the compound. He rose up and continued to join his brothers at arms. Four horsemen rode in. They were made up to look like the Indians in the movies, bare chested and wearing leather leggings. Each of them had a bow and a quiver of arrows slung over thei

Cassia looked at the horse. “I bet you would like to have that saddle off wouldn’t you.?” The horse nodded its head vigorously. Cassia began to remove the saddle and bridle. Once removed the horse dropped to the ground and started to roll around on his back. He then stood up and shook off the dust. “Feel better now?” Cassia asked and the horse nodded its head again. Willow and Cassia walked back to where BoldR was waiting with Liliana. They began to make their way to the village. The large black horse followed behind them. Everywhere there were corpses of men women and children rotting in the sunlight.

Will kept the car speeding through the night, he suddenly braked causing the car to come to an abrupt stop. Jennifer seemed to be turned upside down, fortunately, Ivan hugged her tightly. "What's up?" “Boss, that is…” Everyone looked ahead at once, a pack of wolves of several hundred was surrounding Ivan's group. The wolves are extremely aggressive, it stares at the car with eyes that want to eat people. Wolves are animals with extremely sensitive senses, perhaps they have discovered that there is a human breath, and they are coming more and more.

Chaos erupted. The first explosion came from the left, a fiery blast that toppled one of the wagons. The horses screamed, their panicked cries blending with the shouts of drivers and the clash of steel. Wolves near the blast were thrown to the ground, and rebels poured from the shadows, their movements swift and deliberate. The Iron Claw. They were a ragtag group, their weapons mismatched and their armor cobbled together from scavenged pieces. But their attacks were calculated, their intent clear: destruction.

A tall man replied, "Sorry for obstructing the road. The horse suffered from heatstroke and fainted, causing the carriage to overturn." Dylan dismounted to inspect the scene. As someone who had been on the battlefield, he was particularly considerate of horses. He reached out and checked—both horses were dead. "The horses are dead," Dylan informed the man. The man sighed. "We're in a rush to get back to the capital. What should we do now?" He was evidently a guard as he was leading the way with one remaining horse, while the other person appeared to be the carriage driver. "Who are you people, and why are you going to the capital?" Dylan asked.

"Viper and your father- king Sorrow- were the original horsemen. They knew each other for tears before they ever stepped on the battle field. As for I and the last horsemen, we joined after the war started. Viper took me under his wing because he saw potential in a boy but the forth horsemen, he was accepted in to the group because he proved himself trust worthy. He appeared out of thin air and suddenly fought for Viper. He put his life on the line to protect the future king at all cost. He appeared out of no where but he managed to capture Viper's trust, which was not an easy thing to do." "What does any of this have to do with what you told me earlier?" I asked. "The fourth horseman, we kn

The girl continued to advance, and the guy backed towards the door across the kitchen. “Please,” the guy raised his hands in front of him in a protective gesture, “I can’t cross the threshold, otherwise I’ll become a dog again!” - Go away! - Anika screamed, not wanting to listen to his nonsense. - Psycho! She pressed him against the door and forced him to open it. The castle was surprisingly closed. Turning the key, the guy opened the door, and Anika forced him out the threshold. Taking a couple of steps away from the door, he looked at her reproachfully. A few seconds later there was a bang. A cloud of fog - and instead of a guy, a black dog with blue eyes, wrapped in a curtain, was sitting

They have a unique scent which was different from the others standing in the room. Morris and Harris looked like they just saw a ghost. I know what they were thinking. Their face had only one expression- It took us months to find them, but they find them in an instant! As if just in que waiting for the right time, Dumeny returned and threw three men on the ground in the centre. “Here are your three beasts of yellow river or whatever. Honestly, they look like three kittens than beasts.” “You didn’t kill them, did you?” I asked and he smiled his signature full blown smile and looked at me.

He ran towards the barn area where he knew fewer people would be, and as soon as he cleared the gate leading to the area, his wolf broke out and he transfrormed, going straight for a stable. The horse in there was startled and neighed loudly, Triston got irritated and lashed out, opening the horse's neck with one slash of his claws. The animal crumbled to the floor as he bled out, but Triston, reminded about Damaris' death and still feeling murderous and angry continued to slash the animal, barking and howling as he did until there was noting left of the animal that resembled a horse. It was a blood bath, drenching himself and the walls of the place in blood. His radiant white fur had now tu