Four Horsemen Novels & Stories

Waiting for us outside were four brown horses and a one-horse carriage. ‘Is that why they call them the four horsemen? Why would wolves need those though?’ I wondered as they climbed the horses and pressing a brown hat on their heads. It was just me and the carriage next to me. They just left me there to make a decision. They probably wanted to torture me if I ran the other way — not like I could with my bound ankles, but I wasn't stupid. I hopped into the carriage and sat down. The driver hopped down and closed the door. Then he climbed back to his seat and took hold of the horse’s saddle.

I see thousands of them–wolves, warriors, horses, and chariots. The slope of the eastern hill is covered, the line stretching out so far that it blurs at the edge of the world. Armor catches the rising sun and gleams like fire in shades of silver, gold, black, and red. I see Moon River’s colors and Golden Elm’s banners. The warriors move in unison, a tide of power cresting the valley rim. They’re here. They all came. The first golden chariots wheel into view, sleek and curved, drawn by massive white stallions, their riders armed with long spears and painted shields. Horseback riders flank them, some wielding bows, others swords, their horses’ manes streaming in the morning breeze.

Siron said a memory coming to him of a tall red headed man from his childhood. The man was holding the hand of a small girl with bright red hair, and her eyes so green. Siron was maybe nine or ten and he could remember thinking even then how powerful she would be. He shook his head and glanced down at the pages in his hand. “Her father the name sounds familiar.” “It should he was the Alpha of whispering moon” Silas lifted an eye brow. “Whispering moon? Didn’t that whole pack die in a horrible fire?” “Supposedly no one made it out of the pack house.”

"Now." They moved into the trees. The horses stepped silently on the frost despite their size, pressing between the obsidian trunks until the path was barely visible through the black branches. Aurora held her breath. The riders came into view a minute later — twelve of them, moving fast, their horses pale gray against the frost. They wore no silver armor. No divine masks. Their coats were deep black, their hoods drawn up, and at their chests each bore a single mark she had never seen before.

Tonight, I’m the hurricane, and they’re about to drown. And that’s when I saw them. The four horsemen of brooding judgment. Julian. Aaron. Marcus. Luca. They stood by the grand staircase like the Greek pantheon had just discovered sin. Julian, stiff and furious in black. Aaron, grinning like this was the best thing that had ever happened to him. Marcus, watching me like I was a bomb he wanted to study. And Luca, dark-eyed and detached, a whiskey glass perched in his hand, boots kicked up like he was above it all.

His voice was low, but filled with a chilling calmness that mirrored the steel in his eyes. Cyrus’s expression darkened, and he stepped closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You think it’s just me? You’re both dead already. There’s nowhere left to run." He leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with a knowing malice. "You’ve made a fatal mistake by trusting each other. The empire doesn’t just destroy enemies, Ravenspine. It destroys loyalties."

"What do you mean?" "Just what I said. I heard Dagon myself, all of his brothers are after her, and once he discovers her, so will their father." A silence settled over the group. It was broken by Holly. "I really hate being talked about like I don't exist. Can you please explain what's going on? The Four Horsemen herald the end of the world, don't they? Why would they want anything to do with me?" "Your soul," Lachesis answered. "Holly, you're you, but your soul has lived many lifetimes now. It makes you a target to those that devour souls."

Hildegarde continued with her jabbering, and Mane wished that he could pull her off his shoulder and hold his hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. Slowly, the trio rode their Red Maned Horses over to the gate of the large mansion. There were four gate guards. Three of them were Animal Hunters, and one was a Thrasher. A pretty impressive line-up admittedly. But when one considered that they were the guards of the City Lord, their strengths didn’t seem all that impressive.

Shows big lids with brilliant amber irises, and curvy lashes. Beautiful eyes for a man thought Phillip. The horsemen watched the three strangers for a few moments. No one knew what was in his head, until he pointed at them, then pointed over his shoulder with his thumb, telling the knights to take them. ***

Four nights had passed by, they had run into The Dark Lords’ riders once more and another odd beast, apart from that, the journey was mostly uneventful. Today they could no longer take the horses any further, the time had come to abandon them. Much to Declan’s frustration knowing that they may never see his horse again.