Death Horsemen Novels & Stories

Cringing at the nickname, Dawn almost spat out the drink in his hand. He didn’t hate Jack Daniels, but the joke was getting old. “Aren’t you getting tired of it?” he asked. “That horse is dead.” The horse might be dead for many years, but it wouldn’t amuse Jericho any less. Dawn might have learned how to relax his dress code, but his personality was still as stiff as ever. “The horse might be, but not the man. You were supposed to be dead.”

First came out Conquer, riding a pure white horse, his shining blade victoriously twirling in the air, his soulless dark eyes scanning his surroundings, eager to take claim on every land. Second, War emerged from the pits of Eternal Fire, riding a fiery red horse, his cries of battle echoing across the seas, his blade dipping in the blood of the innocent shattered Peace. Third, Famine crawled from the very depths of Hell itself, riding a black horse, thriving from the desperate screams of those in pain, turning into useless dust all sustenance on Earth... Fourth, Death’s corpse-like pale horse descended from the thundering dark sky, trotting to his rightful owner, obediently lowering his hea

Screaming at the hunters coming toward him with bows and swords. To only hear a voice that made everyone go still. "Stop" Just one command and all the hunters bow down. And that's when Volkan's grey eyes met the dark black ones of the man behind everything. Daniel Black The leader of Hunters stood in front of him. His face emotionless, not caring of the bloodshed of the innocents he just committed in name of ending the werewolf specie, which according to the humans were heartless beasts that are to be eliminated at all cost.

All I remember about the four horsemen is that they protected the Amory and flew through the sky on horseback, but they are rarely spoken of. “Do you remember seeing Amory Cruz and his guards on TV? We have not publicly talked about them using the title of horsemen in generations. That does not change their original title though and the fact they are still around. Each horseman represents a faction, they are chosen by you, which is what that power slipping earlier did. Arcas initiated them when he slipped out. The last horsemen died protecting the Amory, which is what should happen. Now you need time with this, speak with your friends and family. We will move soon to the Amory compound and n

“I’ll sort it out. Tell you all about it later. Thank you, Sarah.” Sort it out. Right. “Alpha Russel, Luna Christy, members of the Goldhawk pack, this is Bellmouth and the Headless Horseman, here by my Mate’s request. Good boy, Bellmouth. Mr Horseman, thank you for coming.” The horseman draws his sword, a long and thin one with a fancy cup bit over his hand and twiddly bits sticking out around the cup. He’s only saluting with it. He puts it right back in its scabbard afterwards.

It’s eyes were orbs of black with white flecks in the middle, and it’s feet reminded him of a tauntaun from Star Wars because they were white and clawed. In a sharp whisper, Heather recited, “‘I looked and there before me was a pale horse! And its rider was named Death, and Hades was following close behind him.’” Brandon had had enough and started backing toward Dax, dragging his dad with him who wasn’t about to let go of his son after seeing that. Aaron and Heather came along, too, and once they were in a more central location, where they would have enough time to react should something approach from either direction, Elliott asked, “You say that thing is a demon hunter?”

Traditional folklore holds that the Horseman was a Hessian trooper who was killed during the Battle of White Plains on October 28, 1776. He was decapitated by a flying cannonball, and the shattered remains of his head were left on the battlefield while his comrades and troops hastily carried his body away.” “Thanks for the quick run down in history Alexa.” Gabe responded, “But why the bloody hell is he attacking our pack? what the hell do that guy want?” I said as I left my office, “He is here for Isabelle. He is after her, just like every other monster. I have to take care of him myself.” Gabe trailed behind me and asked, “What can we do?” I was reassured, “Make sure everyone is safe. I’ll

Might not have covered everything the guy had dropped, but hell, it saved most of it. "Enough said. Connor, Julian, and Danny, you're my bros for life now." Another Monday rolled around. The crew had gathered at my farm again. "Connor, I wanna go riding." Madeline ambled over with a grin while Logan was busy losing at cards. I gave her a smile. "Let's skip the horse. I'll take you for a cruise instead." I fired up the engine and floored it. Madeline hadn't exactly been sitting steady. Her weight shifted left, support vanished, and she tumbled face-down across my lap. Her head landed just south of my belt.

"Go home. If he sees you here, he'll cut my throat." I froze at that last line. "I want to know." "Let's just say Axel doesn't like seeing something of his around here chatting with everyone." I gasped. "I'm not his, what are you talking about?" His expression softened. "You think you aren't. From the moment you walked into his office, you signed a deal with the devil. Sorry, I have to go." He left me stunned, my mind starting to piece together small fragments of truth. But if there was one thing about me, it was that I never backed down from a fight. I would see this through, because I wanted to understand more. I wanted to see Axel's true nature with my own eyes. I was sure everyone else w

Dammit, the alcohol! I could only draw my silver dagger and fight back through the rear window, the old-fashioned way. Elsie screamed and burrowed into Cedric’s arms. He shielded her with his body while firing back with blood curses. “Don’t be afraid, my love. I’m here.” The carriage’s magical core took a direct hit. It spun out of control, crashing into a giant, dead tree. Then I saw it. A massive, mutated alpha hound. It was gathering a ball of pure shadow energy. Devastating.