Four Horsemen Novels & Stories

Fortunately he saved a few, Claire among and the rest, were stuck there, the man he saw earlier included. He appeared right into the basement and caught the attention of Khloe, Maria and John who were on their devices, computers and phones, trying to technologically track down Pete. CHAPTER 7 HORSEMEN OF THE APOCALYPSE Opening Scene ; Sight catches a glimpse of Azazel in the desert where he was raised from the forever burning inferno, by the hands of the beholder of the spark, John. Repeatedly chanting words which were inexplicit to the ears. The desert sand rose, forming a desert storm. The skies darkened and it was seen and heard, seven lightening struck in the misty, dark and heavy clouds

Lana’s brow furrows, “You speak of the four horsemen of the apocalypse? Are you saying my sisters are the horsemen? But they’re…men. Arent they? ” Clotho nods, “You’re thinking of the human’s biblical terms. Of course, the humans would make them all males. Zeus forbid that females be just as vicious as males.” she rolls her eyes, which would be so amusing if the situation wasn’t so dire. “However, the basic concept of the horsemen is the same. You are Abaddon, the destroyer, the antichrist. Whatever religious moniker you are labeled leads to you being the ender of worlds. Once the balance was restored, your true identity and your sisters’ souls would be mobil

one muttered, as he stared at my wings. “Ignore them,” Alkin said to me. “We have clearance to dock. They told me all three of us were welcome.” “And you believed them?” replied Sven. We became aware of the sound of hoofbeats as two dozen armored horsemen rode towards us from the city, their chainblades buzzing. “That does look welcoming,” I said.

“Not even close.” Iris was still passed out on the back of a horse she shared with Syrana, Kye, and Xanth were made to share a horse, and the other three Khione warriors had to be split as well, two shared a horse while one was paired with an Erstonian warrior who was not so thrilled about sharing his horse with a captured potential slave.

"The ditch near the crossroads is overflowing with runoff. I will go with you." "I'll come too," Noah said, grabbing his dry wool cap. "Three pairs of hands will make quick work of loading those heavy hundred-pound sacks." Ten minutes later, the three brothers hitched Old Dan and Barnaby–the farm’s two massive Belgian draft horses–to the heavy four-wheeled wooden farm wagon. The large horses snorted in the cold rain, their powerful iron-shod hooves stomping in the soft mud as Zero-Zero climbed up onto the high wooden driver’s bench alongside Luke and Noah.

The compartment had a damp smell as Natasha inhaled from the pain that had shot up one of her legs from the descent. Sang drew the door shut just before gesturing to them with an index finger over his lips and left them down there in the darkness, with no idea whatsoever of what was going on. He rejoined his father whose eyes, narrowed and making his tiny wrinkles prominent on either side, looked on apprehensively at the horsemen. There were about a dozen of them, their animals trotting through the neighborhood and going past every hut. One of the horsemen, a tall burly man with a trim moustache, dismounted his large white stallion and the long sheathed sword strapped to his left hip dangled

Not when he emerged to greet me. Clouds billowed around him, a giant black horse beneath him, its glowing red eyes full of fire. The mist thinned, showing the ranks of his riders, transparent yet as they waited to emerge into the world to wreak their destruction on it. Their destiny, the last ride, to destroy all that had been created, to lay waste so new life could begin.

It was the second half of the scroll. I reached into my pocket and took out my half of the scroll. I was grateful it was still in its airtight metal container, spared from air and water damage. We held them both up together and walked closer to the fire, holding them to the light. As we did, the entire inscription became clear: The Four Horsemen travel a trail to freedom. They leave common ground, Enter a ring of blood, Meet at the house, And find the ones they loved Beside the fourth tip of the cross.

All the Four Horsemen awakened, called by the violent screams of Death’s dying angelic force, the roar of an earth-shattering thunder foretelling their arrival. Ultimate destruction was brought upon the Earth as they all came forth, one by one. First, came out Conquer, riding a pure white horse, his shining blade victoriously twirling in the air, taking claim on all lands, forcing even the mightiest kings to submit to his own will... 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, rivers of blood flooding the lands as all me

he calmly muttered, opposite of the raging storm inside him. — And thus was how they stand as the four horsemen of the rebels in the woods around the Capital. Beside him were the Lords of the House of Vampires and Trolls and Duke Hyvern from the House of Men. The four of them were the strongest in the ranks and lead strategists, and this was the start of the siege. The commencement of the abolishment of the Mair Empire.