Four Horsemen Novels & Stories

"All four Horsemen are in place and we are ready to begin." Heath shifted anxiously in his bruised and dented, metal folding chair. Cautiously he eyed the four men standing before the group of approximately thirty-five people. Their costumes were unusual. They felt almost religious to Heath. Each man wore a floor length gown inspired robe which resembled a judge's ensemble. The colors, Heath decided, were ceremonial. The first man wore a robe of Stark white. The second man's robe was blood red. The third robe was coal black. The fourth was pale green. Each robe had a large golden horse embroidered on the left breast panel. A golden roped hem had been hand stit

Most likely at her husband. "You truly have a fiery one here, Bryan. I suggest-" He was cut off by the sound of trumpets. The opening and closing of doors not too far from us. The crowd fell into silence. The last trumpet blew and soft murmurs broke out. None of them seemed to realize that they were all wolves. That the king would no doubt hear all of them speaking, regardless of how softly they spoke. Idiots. That was the problem with the royals and their endeavors. They had long since forgotten where we all came from. What blessed being ran beneath our skin.

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?"

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.

“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.

The door burst open, and in stepped a group of six warriors, their horses panting and sweating from their ride. The horses were magnificent beasts, each one tall and muscular with a coat as black as the night. They snorted and pawed at the ground, their eyes wide and wild as they took in their surroundings. The men themselves were no less impressive. They were all tall and broad-shouldered, their muscles rippling beneath their leather armor. They strode towards me with confidence, their expressions serious and determined. One of them stepped forward, bowing his head respectfully. "Alpha Asher," he said, his voice ringing out in the room. "We have come with a message from the Lycan king."

“There is a party of humans approaching the mountains on horseback waving a white flag.” Thaelen turned to look, missing the moment Jaylin launched into the obstacles of the gauntlet, dodging spikes, uneven footing, and swinging pendulum. Haethnir was right. The humans had sent a party of horsemen across the plains, their hooves kicking up a tail of dust behind them, and their lead horseman waving a white flag. “Well?” Haethnir asked Thaelen. The wind caught the other vampire’s hair, blowing it across his face.

Sabine had no obligation to help, yet she still offered her support and understanding. As they neared the auditorium, the commotion intensified. Emory could feel the crowd’s anticipation building with every passing second. At the bottom of the stairs leading into the hall, she saw a chariot pulled by six majestic white horses and her jaw almost dropped. It felt like a royal dream.

Right now, right at the moment when clear thinking was needed. Perhaps this is how they start to go crazy? I saw double, jumped from the distant cloudless sky to the deformed wasteland of the Valley, then to the forest, to the endless line of the dead, continuing to advance from Tinasa and again to the strip of mountains framing the black, ash-like earth, split by faults. A wide road ran along the edge of the Valley, dust was raised by the hooves of horses. A long file of horsemen trotted out from behind the hills, all in battle armor, well-armed, all but three riding in front.

“Nah, I loved your pops too much to let you have anything but the best. That man was the best of the best. Not one fuck up in more than thirty years of working for my family. That’s something special. But hey, look at you. You’re on your way to being the next Mordechai Zoil.” “Technically I already am,” I reminded him. He laughed, then all of his men laughed along with him. Didn’t seem too funny to me. Every first born on my dad’s side got the same name. Jonathan walked away from me, going back to the two bleeding men on the ground. He sighed at them, once again asking what he would do with them. I already knew what he would do with them. Their fates had been sealed the moment they fucked up