Four Horsemen Of Death นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Leon got behind the wheel and drove off, followed by Remy in the semi. "This isn't happening," Blayze said, running his hands through his hair. But it was. And wolves on both sides had died because Blayze and I weren't there to stop it. I would never forgive myself for this. Harlow There were thirteen dead in total. Nine Howlers and four Blood Dogs. I didn't even know all of their names. Lola, Grim, and Mac were amongst the dead that I did know.

“Choose a horse.” Angelina’s eyes opened wide in fright, as she shifted her gaze from the dead horse to the live one. When they unfastened their horse from the tree trunk and led him up to the shellmougr, the animal shuddered in horror and neighed loudly. “By the way, this is why we didn’t take Zomzom with us,” Reive indicated the horse crazed with fear. “Animals sense the dead too well. So which one? The black or the white one? Death or life? Choose, necromancer-to-be.”

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.

The young woman took her place at the center, holding up the gleaming silver head - the cursed object that held such power over the vengeful spirit. As we waited in tense anticipation, the air grew thick with an otherworldly energy, and a distant sound of hoofbeats echoed through the darkness. The townspeople held their breath as the Headless Horseman emerged from the shadows, his form shrouded in an eerie mist as he rode forth with a malevolent gleam in his eye. With a guttural cry that chilled me to the bone, he charged towards us, his spectral horse rearing up in a display of unearthly power. But we stood our ground, united in purpose and resolve, ready to face whatever darkness may come

Should she be relieved from the silence that ensued or should she be even more terrified. After trembling in fear for a few minutes, she started hearing footsteps walking towards the truck. She stood to her feet and walked backwards as she heard and watched the trunk door burst open. The faces before her were no new faces. They were very familiar. She screamed in terror at the sight of the four horsemen who appeared before her for she knew what her fate was now at this point. She knew the men before her to be very merciless and ruthless in their biddings. She had often hired them herself at the times when she had need for their services while she was still working under the rules of the orde

Lola understood by now that they were all dead serious about this, so she asked, “So what happened to them? “ Fenna balled her fists, “The Fire Wolves were loved by most of the werewolves. Everyone accepted they should be leading because of their powers. They were strict but also fair so there was peace for many centuries. Until the Grey Oak clan led by Noah his grandfather got jealous. He schemed with other packs that were unhappy. They wanted more power, particularly for men. The Fire Wolves did not believe in privilege by rank or gender. Anyway, they tricked the Fire wolves with the help of the high priestess. They drugged them and burned the whole village with every single wolf in them.

They made their way to us and sat down beside me. At two minutes the pack house doors swung open again for the second time revealing four large men who were to ensure it was an honorable fight. The two taller, larger men were Alphas, but the tallest of them had a stern look on his face. Scars littered down his back on plain display. Muscles hard from years of training. He stepped to the middle of the ring and addressed the crowd directly.

Jackson pulled over on the side of the building and we all got out of the car one by one and looked around. We walked towards the door and before we could open it, it was pushed open from the inside by two buff looking guys who were both bald and has some sort of symbol as a tattoo on the left side of their necks. They were both wearing all black and the looks on their faces was intimidating. They both stood on each sides of the door and folded their arms across their chest while eyeing us from top to bottom. "Can we help you all?" The first guy standing on the right side asked with a deep frown on his face.

Icran was walking to his office when heard horses' hooves clattering on the cobblestones outside. He paused, listening to the horses stop outside and boots clatter on the pathway. At least 5 people were outside. Icran ran up the stairs and peered out the window. There were 6 men, wearing black cloaks. As one turned towards the fire light outside, he saw the red and gold of the royal guards' uniforms, each of them pouring casks of Gharane onto the wooden walls of the guild house.

There are wisps with it as well. There's no use outrunning them. We'll need to stand our ground and fight. My heart is pounding and my palms are sweaty as we come to a stop. The three-headed hound is advancing towards us, its eyes glowing menacingly in the dark underworld. The wisps seem to be gathering around it, as if to add to its strength. Jack leads the charge, his sword glinting in the dim light. Alec and I follow close behind, ready to do whatever we can to help.