Death Horsemen Novels & Stories

And lastly, a white horse with a glorious rider, bright and he was war. Fire suddenly was raised around them and their colours became indefinite as all that was seen was red flames. "Arise and ride with chaos for you are the harbingers of the Apocalypse." Azazel yelled with a voice that reached the skies. The dust of the desert formed three beings, and they rode on the horses that matched their colours. Born By Power : Chaos And Apocalypse Chapter 7 Horsemen

Her lids had already begun to half close and Damascus could feel that their time together on this Earth was coming to an end. Before Damascus could react, a dark shadow emerged out of the trees and crossed the highway. Damascus had tried to slow down too quickly for the speed that he was going and the 321-horsepower beast beneath him began a deadly wobble. The death wobble so they called it. Damascus attempted to keep control but in the end the machine did what it wanted and flew. Ejecting its rider in the process.

Asher remained standing still but his body was tensed up in a fighting stance. Malevolent forces were in the throne room. I could feel their bloodlust and killing intent. The air around us shimmered like broken glass and thick dark space broke through. They stepped through. Horsemen, two headed hairy monsters, fourhanded humanoids. They were too many to describe and they aimed for…me. Why? Dominic lunged in with a blinding speed and a horseman’s head rolled of his shoulder and hit the ground. Before I could react to such a brutal killing, he was tearing through the creatures with unbridled rage. I had never seen him so angry before. It was a terrifying thing to see.

The horses of the others stopped, near the sharp cliffs, and bowing as if at the sight of a frightful monster they raised their front legs and turned back, these beasts had a sense of their own that scared to death like moon dogs, this meadow was something cursed and you could tell in advance that you could die like a dog. Of the ten young men, only two sacrificed their swords for their masters, and Dixon at the age of seventeen armed himself with a very large bow with which he could crush armor, iron heads like blades protruding like sharp thorns that served wonderfully. the master in distress, a quiver caught in the saddle of the saddle gave him enough security to gallop the archer, and at

The noise of the bone cracking was loud enough to reach his ears. Two other men came to stop him when one of them was taken down by Draken. Draken and his men have arrived. Hunter killed the other guy and the blood spurts out and falls on his face. Rasmus covered for him as he made his way to the hall. With each passing second his heart was dropping further. He noticed that most of Alonso's men were killed by the vampires. As he got closer to the door he felt something tingling inside him. With a low growl, he kicked the huge double doors open and came to a halt in the hall.

I watched from the window as a battalion of Tohr's soldiers stood proudly on outside the gates. Golden warriors waiting for their leaders, they all sat on top of their horses standing patiently. A man at the front held an enormous black horse by the reins who like to stomp the ground impatiently. Or rather, what they cultivated into a horse. It was this weird dog/bear/ horse creature they called thershons. He seemed to wish to get going and was irritated that this man was holding him back. I smiled slightly, thinking to myself, yes that was definitely Tohr's thershons. Just as strong, powerful, and impatient as the man himself.

“You two disloyal traitors. Master Webb had just passed away. We barely got to avenge him, yet you two have already disobeyed his will. I am going to kill you two as a sacrifice to him in heaven!” White Horse sweated profusely; the arrogance he had previously was all gone. Thud! White Horse and Crimson Snake immediately knelt and begged for forgiveness, “Sorry. We’re sorry. It was a lapse of judgment. We will be loyal to Master Chester Wilson from now on…” White Horse was almost in tears. He never expected Dax to be Level One Martial Saint! Dax harrumphed without saying a word as he turned to look at Chester. White Horse and Crimson Snake were not idiots. They immediately groveled and cried

He produced a small journal from his pocket, "His name wasn't Lebende either. His real name is Dietrich Wagner. He came from Venmere and even knew Lord Bathory." Aurelia listened with her head down, "So how does the baker start to dabble in Magic?" "I was getting to that," Mashek flipped through the His wife was a victim of a demonic horse. The locals call them "Le Cheval Mallet. They appear to be beautiful mounts from afar. Once someone decides they'd like a ride, the horse shifts into something nightmarish, and the victims vanish." "Our foe lost someone to such a creature?" Ayasu asked.

Their expressions were just as cold and stern. Ding Hao glanced at them casually and discovered that the horses that these people rode all had hair that was as black as ink. The horses were more than two meters tall and their four legs were strong and nimble, just like ferocious beasts. They were Dark Cloud Lion Beasts which were also called half-demon horses. It was said that they possessed a demonic bloodline. They could travel 5000 miles in the day and 1500 at night. They were extremely handsome and each horse was worth several thousand dollars.

The mountaintop erupted into a symphony of mechanical violence. The Iron Wolves didn’t just arrive; they crashed into the clearing like a localized hurricane of leather and chrome. Dax led the charge, his Harley jumping the curb of the observation deck and skidding to a halt between me and the leveled rifles of Silas Thorne’s mercenaries. Behind him, Tank, Reaper, and twenty other brothers formed a semicircular wall of steel, their engines revving in a rhythmic, intimidating growl that challenged the thrum of the helicopter overhead.