Four Horsemen Novels & Stories

Ditto buddy! “What? You can fly over the river as a wolf?” I shot. “Almost, I am one of the fastest wolves in Astoria,” Kent said. Not bragging but just like it was a fact. “Why don’t you transform and I hop on your back? I can hold on pretty tight.” I suggested. Kent turned to me slowly. He looked beyond angry. “How dare you!” “What?” I asked, confused. “How dare you ask an Alpha to be your mule? I have never, will never, let anyone ride my back.” He explained further.

Outriders on fast horses, scouts with eyes like hawks, circling the column. At the front, Lucian. Elias to his left. Jace to his right. Caelan behind them. All four on spare horses, black as night, no saddles. They rode like they’d been born there. They didn’t look at me. Didn’t need to. Behind them, me. On a warhorse. Old. Scarred. It knew this road. Behind me, the elders. Their carriage was bigger than it should be. Black wood. No windows. No driver. It moved anyway. Silent. The horses pulling it were gray, and their eyes were wrong. The men gave it space.

all four boys asked in unison, and something in their voices made Theron take an involuntary step backward. “This isn’t over,” he said, grabbing his bag and backing toward the door. “You think you’ve won something here, but this isn’t over.” “Yeah, it is,” Zane said mildly. “It’s very over.” “And if you ever come back here,” Kael added, his cheerful mask completely gone, “if you ever even think about our mate again, we’ll show you exactly why the Elxra pack is considered the second strongest in the territory.” “We’ll show you why we should be first,” Marcus corrected grimly.

The daughters of the ranked wolves fidgeted nervously, adjusting skirts and fixing their hair, all eyes fixed on the road. A decorated pathway stretched toward the porch. Silver banners fluttered from the stone walls—Blue Moon’s insignia glowing beneath the early light. “He’s coming,” someone whispered. A murmur rippled across the pack like wildfire. A thunder of hooves rolled in from the distance, shaking the ground beneath us. Three riders emerged from the treeline, their black horses sleek and battle-trained, silver tack gleaming in the sunlight. The lead rider slowed as they approached the main courtyard, his mount snorting and tossing its head like it felt the weight of a hundred stares

His arm stretched out slightly, pushing me back. “Get behind me,” he commanded, not even looking at me as he said it. His eyes were fixed on the strangers ahead. The riders dismounted in one smooth motion. When they removed their helmets, our eyes widened at the same time. They weren’t random travelers. They were members of The Celestial Wolves Council. My breath got stuck in my throat. I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. I just stared. Meanwhile, Aiden’s hand tightened around mine when he grabbed me.

Or if something really bad was happening and they were too ashamed to say they couldn't catch a bad guy. I was turning ideas in my head like the way a dung heap was turned(sorry for the gory details. I'll stop), when the door opened and my mother stood in the doorway. I was about to give a weak smile when I saw Jason by her side, clinging to her arm like a leach. Well, that's what he is, right? What the—?

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.

The horses of the others stopped, near the sharp cliffs, and bowing as if at the sight of a frightful monster they raised their front legs and turned back, these beasts had a sense of their own that scared to death like moon dogs, this meadow was something cursed and you could tell in advance that you could die like a dog. Of the ten young men, only two sacrificed their swords for their masters, and Dixon at the age of seventeen armed himself with a very large bow with which he could crush armor, iron heads like blades protruding like sharp thorns that served wonderfully. the master in distress, a quiver caught in the saddle of the saddle gave him enough security to gallop the archer, and at

We ride until the horses start to stumble, because stopping feels too much like dying. They are not our horses, they are Harkon’s warhorses, big, scarred beasts that were bred to carry armored wolves into battle, and even they are blowing hard by the time we reach the tree line that marks the edge of Stoneclaw territory. Behind us, the city is just smoke now, a dark smudge against a darker sky, and the arena bell has finally stopped ringing, which is worse than when it was ringing, because silence means whoever is left alive has made a decision about what comes next.

All sides of the underworld gathered to witness the games, which will determine the underworld's new queen. Four presences materialized beside me, Death, War, Famine, and Pestilence, and all bowed to me. Nodding my head in acknowledgement, they were the horsemen of doom, lethal and immortal. They serve the King of the Underworld, and they will destroy, alongside me, the worlds, when the timing is right.