Death Horsemen Novels & Stories

he calmly muttered, opposite of the raging storm inside him. — And thus was how they stand as the four horsemen of the rebels in the woods around the Capital. Beside him were the Lords of the House of Vampires and Trolls and Duke Hyvern from the House of Men. The four of them were the strongest in the ranks and lead strategists, and this was the start of the siege. The commencement of the abolishment of the Mair Empire.

Before Zephyr could further think about the potential threat he was about to encounter, the Horsemen made their move. Suddenly, they began to charge hungrily at Zephyr. Each of them carried a heavy black spear of which each tip emanated a wicked glow. Zephyr had no choice but to meet their attacks with his own personal weapon — Draken. Through the clashing of steel, one of the horses raised their hooves against Zephyr. Then, a gust of wind blew past as another rider sent their energies to envelop Zephyr. Each of these riders possessed great battle power. Although they did not possess any brains, they had no trouble when it came to ambushing and anticipating Zephyr’s attacks. Their attacks we

“It connects directly to the lower levels.” Damien scanned the shadows. “Stay alert. I smell fresh death.” They slipped through a broken side entrance into the locker room area. The stench hit them immediately — blood, sweat, and the sickly sweet rot of the Lunar Rage. The Locker Room Low growls echoed from the showers. Kael froze. He knew those voices. Three werewolves stepped out — the last surviving members of Delta Howl who hadn’t turned during the dormitory massacre. Jax, Riley, and Cole. His brothers. They looked exhausted, clothes torn, eyes wild with fear and the early signs of infection.

His arm stretched out slightly, pushing me back. “Get behind me,” he commanded, not even looking at me as he said it. His eyes were fixed on the strangers ahead. The riders dismounted in one smooth motion. When they removed their helmets, our eyes widened at the same time. They weren’t random travelers. They were members of The Celestial Wolves Council. My breath got stuck in my throat. I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. I just stared. Meanwhile, Aiden’s hand tightened around mine when he grabbed me.

We listened to mom being as gracious as she could in congratulating me on being a co-owner of the ranch. I showed some excitement in my voice and said, "On top of that, my horse arrived today, and his name is Dustin. He is a descendent of Old Sorrel who was one of the top American Quarter Horses right here in Texas. He is beautiful mom. We went into town today and picked up my new saddle and all the other stuff I need to work the range. I'm going to get grandpa to saddle him up tomorrow so we can go for a ride."

“Are you serious? The Pale Rider?” Church narrows his eyes and looks at me as if I’ve lost my mind. “Yeah, why?” Sitting back, I breathe out a sigh and shake my head. Church would be too young to know the consequences of seeing the Pale Rider because Gabe turned him soon after finding him. But I’ve seen his true form countless times when I was still human and always right after I decimated a village. “Now their club name makes sense; the fucking Hellfire Horsemen and they’re hiding in plain sight,” I scoff before getting out of the SUV. Church looks lost, but I’m not going to be the one to tell him he literally met the personification of Death that night.

I replied. He nodded in understanding. "Ni pukha!" "K chortu," I muttered, accepting his good wish. Alpha Lance called for silence and led the pack in a series of religious chants, the words reverberating in the cold night air. When he dismissed them, the group dispersed, bodies twisting and bones snapping as they shifted into their beast forms. Sasha gave me one last pat on the back before following the others.

“What?! Hell no I’m not some nobody!” “Oh so just not important enough to know any important details. I got it.” “Fuck you! I know lots of important shit!” “Oh yeah? Like what?” “Well I know that…” he trails off and it looks like his voice gets caught in his throat. He looks up to me and his face goes deathly pale. Then out of nowhere his eyes start to roll back in his head and his whole body starts to convulse. “What the fuck?!” I say as he starts to foam at the mouth like a rabid dog. I have no idea what to do so I mindlink my warriors that have been waiting outside to come in and help me take this guy to the pack hospital.

Jeremiah held his forehead as he was still quite dizzy, “Not so great, Engram, I just expelled from the temple and I have nowhere else to go…” The former priest then suddenly realized that he was riding on an undead horse. Most parts of the horse were skeletons and some of it was rotten flesh. He then shrieked in fear, “What’s on the Goddess name is this thing, Engram?” Jeremiah asked, as he was unwilling to take a ride on the top of a horrifying-looking horse.

“I must add I'm sorry. I don't have anything information you talk about. Just go to hell!” The big man suddenly jumped at Rio and slashed his blade. The movement was so fast and sudden. Rio parried it with an ax, making a strange clanging sound from the impact of the two. However, the sudden attack shocked Rio too much to knock him off his horse and crashing hard. He snorted in pain, but immediately stood up even though his body was a little wobbly. His horse reared up, then ran somewhere. “I guess I know where hell you mean, coward,” said the enemy heartlessly. He turned to his other friends. “How about the idea of ​​looking for hell in the heart of this mankind guy?”