Death Horsemen Novels & Stories

They became each other's shadows until Luca managed to bury the incident in the good memories he created with Dash. Dash cried silently for his love. He had no idea what his little pony went through. " Baby, I am so sorry. I didn't know. I am sorry for not being there enough. Forgive me my little pony. I was careless. " He cried feeling deeply pained and wounded. If only he wasn't greedy for money. If only he had stayed that day, his baby wouldn't have been molested. Luca hid in Dash's embrace as he shivered from the memories. This did not go unnoticed by his friend.

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

Ruin War-torn battlefields and the stench of death have been my home for centuries, carving scars on my soul that mirror the carnage I’ve witnessed—and caused. A creature of destruction, condemned to forever walk this earth. Before this lifetime they used to speak my name in whispers. I was known as Conquest, the rider on the white horse. The first Horsemen to signify the end times, but oh, how wrong they were. We’ve been here since the Gods created us; watching, waiting.

he places his hand on his chest, feigning confidence. "Conceded much?" I ask him boldly, cutting his sentence off and leaving my fear in the dust. He chuckles deeply causing my heart to clench, uncomfortably. My father is dead in front of me, a bullet wound to his head and here I am, laughing with a strange, 7-foot man who shouldn't be in my house. "Well baby, I'm death, nice to meet you," I know it was dumb, but I broke into laughter. "Yeah, and I'm Demeter now get out before I call the cops," I glance back over at my father as he lies in a pool of his blood.

Jack Horner groans even deeper, pumping his hips much faster than before. "Yes," Goldie Lockhart moans into the pillow. "Release inside me, Daddy! Fill my body up with your—" "Fuck!" Jack Horner growls out loud, holding the young man's hips with a super tight grip while blowing his huge load of hot fluid deep inside Goldie's back opening. He keeps his hips moving while the fluid comes out, but the speed changes because now the capo's big body is shaking from the same massive release he gave the young man.

Alexa explained as Gabe continued to give her an extremely confused look. "You know Death. From the folklore." She sighed at Gabe who continued to look at her like he didn't understand a thing she said. "His name is Abraham Van Brunt. He is a revenant. Traditional folklore holds that the Horseman was a Hessian trooper who was killed during the Battle of White Plains on 28 October 1776. He was decapitated by a 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 said, "But what the hell is that guy doing here?"

“We saw a scrap of material floating above his Hellhound and knew he had to be invisible. A few carefully aimed shots later, and he fell to the ground with an audible thump.” “We didn’t want to touch him without authorization,” added another, who sounded like he was part-snake. I clapped a hand over my mouth. Griff hadn’t checked his saddlebags. There were six in total, including the general, with their beasts of burden waiting at their sides. Two were white horses with manes of smoke, one was a black one burning red eyes with yellow flames for hair, and the other two looked to be some kind of rhinoceros chimeras that were shaped like triceratops. Then there was the fire-breathing drake.

My heightened senses immediately picked up the echoing sounds of the mike as one of the elders made his speech. "For too long, we have allowed the nightcrawlers to lurk in the shadows of our streets, forests, and pack lands, but no more. We can no longer sit back and watch as these vile creatures get stronger by the day, enough to destroy everything we have now... Hope." Elder Dmitri spoke, gesturing his hand as if to demonstrate something as intangible as hope. The main hall was packed with all types of alphas. Everyone who is anyone has come here. All alphas and their sons from the strongest to the weakest bloodline.

Dink went into a trance watching a ball of shooting stars travel around half the monitors in the room and then disappear into a white vapor that evaporated into nothingness. “Do you ever have any doubts about what we’re doing here, Sonny Boy?” Dink asked Sonny Boy. “I got no doubts about nothin’,” Sonny Boy said. “When the Four Horseman of the Apocalypse come leaping across this planet while we’re watching it go up in ashes, there won’t be nothing left to believe or doubt. There won’t be nothin’ left of nothin’. And I’m going to be right here at the helm with the Good Lord standing right beside me.”

“Since you tried to kill Mac and aligned yourself with Kate to transform him into a berserker ,” Juana communicates with a stop of aggravation, rubbing her sanctums. “Besides, the ghost riders do it, they take you out,” I add, remembering the part where he said he got shot. “The apparition riders ?” the wolf restates, his voice coming out an octave higher. The Horsemen from William Hunt's apparition? In fact," Juana and I froze tiredly.