Four Horsemen Novels & Stories

Dad is covered in blood and is showing no mercy as he bulldozes through enemy, killing everyone in his path. They are scared, as they should be. As the rogues flee from dad, they are stopped and trampled by a herd of horses. I look at Aspen confused but he appears more shocked than anything. The horses are deliberately targeting the rogues and leaving our warriors alone. What is going on?

Ina came down from where she had waited and went to see what had came about her sick daughter, when she got there, she did not see her, and so was confused, she thought Eledumare who had refused to talk, was messing with her, she left with another warning, that if her daughter was not found, in just three days, she shall carry out her evils on ma kind, Antinuke knew of the three days, and must complete the Union before three days, and save many from this war, that was far more dangerous than that of the witch. The horses were not just horses as they seem, they are use were not just to run, but many were their uses, they can develop wings when necessary and fly, their speed were unique and ou

This was their land form. "You mean seahorses?" I asked her. "That would be the equivalent in your language, so yes," she answered. The rest of the mounts were a combination of pegasoi, khimaira, and stoikheṓdes alogo, which Avril translated as pegasi, chimaera and elemental horses. It was immensely cool to see mythic horses.

“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.

she asked softly, fingertips still on the horse's withers as if she received strength from the horse. Atlas, of course, held steady. He was bred to be a warhorse and, more importantly, a horse of Ares. Like any animal, horses can sense certain dangers. As an Ares, similar yet different from a Hades, I am seen as dangerous to animals. I clicked once as I guided Atlas into a turn to head back to the healing tents my group had brought the members of Apollo House to. "If it wasn't, I was not told. I named him four years ago when I chose him as my horse." I explained.

We both had a significant height difference. He was almost as tall as Zachariah but a bit shorter. Apollo and Caleb were also equally tall. They had toned muscles with a bit of tattoos lingering on their backs and chest. Apollo had hazel orbs whilst Caleb and Ares had dark green ones. The three were hot. “Hey, stink-face, get your arm off her, you’re dirty and smelly.” Apollo stuck his tongue out him, making a weird gag face which made me cackle. “Shut up, I know you wanted to do that first but see who won the opportunity.” Ares smirked at his friend, while giving him a middle finger.

From a distance, the miasma hanging above us might seem like a thick fog, but up close there was fire in these clouds, flame born from anger and death and the claiming of souls. The horsemen have arrived. Nine men on nightmare horses made of pure black smoke, both the rider and steed with eyes glowing gold, faces shrouded in darkness. They formed a chevron with their leader at the point. Tristan, the strongest of Arthur's knights, and the last to fall during the battle for Avalon. To his right are Dinadin, Lamorak, Gawain, and Marhaus. To his left rode Galahad, Palamedes, Bors and…Percival.

Over ten of them. Their bodies were massive, half-human torsos rising from the chests of battle-hardened horses. Their skin was marked with tribal ink, swirling glyphs that glowed faintly blue. Their eyes were sharp with suspicion. Wild braids swung around their shoulders as they moved in synchronized strides, hooves pounding the earth like thunder. Each one held a weapon—long spears carved from blackthorn, the tips humming with enchantments. Crossbows were slung across their backs, enchanted bolts already notched and glowing faintly.

Before I could even fully register what was happening, six horsemen circled us, blocking the path with their dark, towering mounts. I froze. For a heartbeat, I thought they were our warriors returning from patrol—until I saw the crest pressed into the armor on their chests. Not Crescent Moon. Nightshade Wolves. My stomach dropped. “What are they doing here?” I whispered. “What the hell…” I muttered as my aunt and I pressed our backs together instinctively, both of us slipping into a defensive stance while the riders moved around us like predators herding prey. “What is this?” my aunt demanded sharply. One of the horsemen swung down from his saddle, landing with a heavy thud. “Where are you t

“Please. Just a little farther.” A horn blared behind me. Moonbane’s alarm. They knew I was gone. Branches whipped against my skin as we reached the forest. The horse stumbled over roots and rocks, but didn’t slow. My wrists shook against the silver cuffs until my skin blistered, my breathing sharp and broken. The horse skidded, kicking up leaves and dirt as figures stepped out from the trees. Moonbane warriors. Five of them. Three in their wolf forms, the others in their human forms. One stepped forward, lifting a torch.