Four Horsemen Of Death Novels & Stories

I wondered in my thoughts. "But... Marcellus, sir, you can't do that. She just became the sohoe. She isn't experienced yet; such a task should be handled by..." one of the men was saying when a loud, deafening sound echoed as the man dropped dead with a hole in his skull. Marc had just shot him dead. "Questioning my actions, I must say you have the guts," Marc said. Now I understand why they bowed in fear when Marc had introduced me. It wasn't about fearing me; it was about fearing what this old man was capable of doing to any of them if they chose not to bow in fear.

Suddenly, Mark yelled like a madman, “This must just be a trick! We were trapped in a hut once, and she gave me all of her food, but she still survived!” Those words filled my heart with nothing but anguish. So, he still remembered… Then, why did he push his own savior to her death? Lewis flew into a rage and struck Mark’s back repeatedly with his cane. “You idiot! How could we have given birth to such a fool like you?!” Mark got annoyed and shouted for the bodyguards to lead his parents away. When he was alone, Mark started examining my body. Even though my face had rotted away, and I was no longer recognizable, he touched the dried blood on it.

I asked. " I am afraid I do not know. I know that you alone will recognize them when you see them in all of your lifetimes. They will have a red glow around them through your eyes. They will be blessed by the power of Ares, meaning strength, durability, and heightened senses. They are not pure enough to be blessed with Ichor blood, but they will be strong no the less. Fate has designed them to cross paths with you, just as your current mates have. Do not give in to temptation the four horsemen can possess. I fear what could happen if you should ever fall into their darkness", she said. A white light started to envelop her.

There was no clue whatsoever. “Why ‘four Horsemen’?” she asked. “What’s that about?” “It’s a reference to the Apocalypse. The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, spreading out to the four corners of the earth. I think what it’s saying is that, if we don’t find the sword, it will bring the Apocalypse.” “Or maybe,” she said, “we’ll bring the apocalypse if we do find it.” Caleb turned and looked at her, deep in thought. “Perhaps,” he said softly.

“Pallor?” I asked. “What kind of name for a horse is that?” “'And I saw a pale horse, and the name of him who sat upon it was Death, and Hades was following close behind him.' It's in Revelation, maggot.” I rolled my eyes, sitting stiffly in the leather-upholstered seat. We proceeded down a narrow, empty path, shadowed by the thick trees. I shuddered at the thought that they were suicides, hearing their gentle mourning played out across the breeze.

“It's as if- you're a harbinger of death.” “A what?” I ask him. “A harbinger of death. You can sense when death looms for someone or when it has claimed them.” He motions to a log, inviting me to sit with him. “Harbingers were deciples of death born long ago. They aided me, sensing when death was approaching for someone. Letting me know where to come find them. You have to think, thousands of people die each second. I needed the help, so I created special helpers with a little bit of help from an extremely powerful coven of ancient witches .”

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.

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

After that day, I never saw Emery again. Sasha's case caused a media storm due to its severity, and she was sentenced to death with immediate execution. Meanwhile, I was busy arranging a funeral for the two innocent children. In my previous life, Emery had managed to save them in time. This time, they could not escape their own mother's cruelty. On the day of the funeral, I stood before their graves with their favorite stuffed animals in my arms. I spoke softly to them. I prayed that they would be blessed with parents who truly loved them in their next lives.