Four Horsemen Of Death Novels & Stories

The lonely, yet stunningly beautiful death or simply Sebastian, ran his fingers through his long thick black hair. Bright citrine eyes surrounded by rich black lashes glance across the bare landscape. The year 1245 a.d. Sebastian once again is late to save his soulmate. He always finds them, male or female, moments after their death. He rubbed his eyes and kneeled down next to the young woman that had been crushed to death by a stampede of buffaloes. He gritted his teeth and cursed the fates.

The once fierce warriors now faced a daunting reality, their spirits shaken by the loss of their esteemed commander. As the Merlocks stood in stunned silence, a thunderous cacophony of galloping hooves reverberated across the battlefield, piercing through the chaos. The ominous sound, akin to the herald of death, sent shivers down the spines of the bewildered Merlocks. Their eyes widened in disbelief as they beheld the approaching humans, mounted upon towering warhorses, clad in formidable armour that gleamed in the sunlight. The rhythmic pounding of hooves echoed like a war drum, each step resonating with a sense of impending doom.

“Are you serious? The Pale Rider?” Church narrows his eyes and looks at me as if I’ve lost my mind. “Yeah, why?” Sitting back, I breathe out a sigh and shake my head. Church would be too young to know the consequences of seeing the Pale Rider because Gabe turned him soon after finding him. But I’ve seen his true form countless times when I was still human and always right after I decimated a village. “Now their club name makes sense; the fucking Hellfire Horsemen and they’re hiding in plain sight,” I scoff before getting out of the SUV. Church looks lost, but I’m not going to be the one to tell him he literally met the personification of Death that night.

They always appear around midnight. And around midnight, the recently dead have arisen from the graves or the places where they died. Among the dead he saw the soldier that was holding the sword. I created a circle around me, for protection, it's an old spell. The dead can't pass the protective circle. The moon hid behind a cloud. The night was calm; the dead stopped trying to enter the mound. A red moon appeared behind the cloud. The red moon always represented the Deaf Riders, a group of wraith that fly over the night sky, hunting for, the worst of them, the warriors. The ones that can't enter Vernaden because what they have done.

Often very attractive with yellow eyes but need to be constantly on the go, kind of like puppies. Then there’s vampires. Pale, elegant, weirdly posh, intelligent, bloodsuckers. And who can forget high elves? Tall, beautiful, clear eyes, long lives, connections to nature, natural leaders. Self important bastards to be honest. Like most fairies, I’m on the short side with pointed ears and colourful hair. Mine’s purple actually. But otherwise, I look like my older brother, Russell, and my mother. Slender, pale, grey eyes. Russell’s just me with dark hair and a growth spurt. Normals don’t really have a “look” but if you look at my dad, a middle aged balding white man, you’d say he’s normal looki

When facing a battle, the most important thing for a Wolf is to believe in his leader. After a while came what the Nolan group feared, their enemy. The opponent has three people, a wolf with yellow fur and a wolf with red fur walking ahead. The wolf with black fur walked behind the other two, his blue eyes making the viewer feel fear. This group of assassins was very different from the usual ones who used to hide and sneak attacks on the Ezra people. But these guys came to be strangely arrogant and cavalier. Had it not been for the declaration of war befra's group would have thought they had come to make friends.

Ruin War-torn battlefields and the stench of death have been my home for centuries, carving scars on my soul that mirror the carnage I’ve witnessed—and caused. A creature of destruction, condemned to forever walk this earth. Before this lifetime they used to speak my name in whispers. I was known as Conquest, the rider on the white horse. The first Horsemen to signify the end times, but oh, how wrong they were. We’ve been here since the Gods created us; watching, waiting.

He looked up again and glanced at me before looking directly at Elias. “All my research points to these princes also being known as the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.”

Before Zephyr could further think about the potential threat he was about to encounter, the Horsemen made their move. Suddenly, they began to charge hungrily at Zephyr. Each of them carried a heavy black spear of which each tip emanated a wicked glow. Zephyr had no choice but to meet their attacks with his own personal weapon — Draken. Through the clashing of steel, one of the horses raised their hooves against Zephyr. Then, a gust of wind blew past as another rider sent their energies to envelop Zephyr. Each of these riders possessed great battle power. Although they did not possess any brains, they had no trouble when it came to ambushing and anticipating Zephyr’s attacks. Their attacks we

That fear overrode the fear they had of the army before them. “Halt!” a wielder in front of the Eastern Empire’s army commanded, and the entire army stopped their march with great discipline. There were three men leading the charge. All of them sat on large war horses with red manes. These horses were called Red Maned Horses and were the fastest creatures amongst creatures on the same level. So basically, a 3rd stage earth realm red maned horse was faster than any other creature in the 3rd stage of the earth realm. They were difficult to breed and very expensive. The three men slowly rode forward, leaving the army behind them. Two of them rode behind the one in the middle. The helmets on the