Novel & Cerita Four Horsemen Of Death

I say taking a sip of my water His surprise showed on his face, "No?" He asks "Death!" I shouted for my mate In the snap of a finger, he was standing beside me, "Mhm?" He looks at me "Can you like get your friend away from me please, this is harassment," I sigh taking another sip of my water "Ares," Death addresses the guy tiredly "How did she do that?" He asks Death "Well she's a Goddess and she already found her mate, so your magic doesn't work on her," Death tells him

Ascalaphus whispered to her, “Madam, I would not dare call the master by his mortal name if I were you.” “Why? What is wrong with Fran? I think it is a nice name.” she countered. Shortly after that, Fran continued on until he was nowhere in sight. Charon stayed behind and went to her, “Mistress, I beg you. Address his lordship properly. I get a heart attack every time you say his mortal name.” “Oh please Charon. Do not be such a drama king. You simply cannot die.” She laughed. Hades’ mortal name is Fran Treloar. However, nobody dares to call him that, especially in the underworld. His “employees” call him lord, lordship, highness, and master. It is only Angelique who has the guts to call him

“When I was blamed for your original deaths, they cursed me and my men into birds and then made me watch as they hunted my soldiers for sport. “The paladin knights of the Round Table faced a much worse fate. Once they discovered that their king and queen were dead, they came to Avalon with spells and swords ready for war. I was unable to intervene, as my sentence had already been carried out. I got to watch as a few of our knights met the blade. Lancelot was one of the first to fall, having realized his duty and stabbing Guinevere in the heart, her blade piercing his as well. Arthur’s older adopted brother, Kay, also fell, as did Percival. “This attack gave the queen enough reason to try a

The coachman, a bony gentleman (precisely, a skeleton) held the reins of four ghost horses. Margarette said they are called couriers. They always appear when someone is in the brink of death. Sometimes they help injured creatures reach the nearest infirmary but sometimes they deliver them to their end. “Looks like your friend needs immediate medication, eh?” The skeleton lifted his hat in respect. Luckily, this one didn’t have end in mind. “By any chance, can you take us to Shiarre Eugoroa?” Margarette asked with a big smile unmindful of the fact that the horses carrying the coach were ghosts..

You’d think, ironically, after both my parents dying in car accidents, I’d have learned my lesson about wearing a seatbelt. “Is this where I’m getting out?” I roll down the window and inspect the fork in the road we’ve reached. More woods. More creepy fog. More emptiness. The driver doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t have to. The sound of horse hooves already has my attention. A black horse pulling a carriage, like the kind my dad and I rode in during that trip we took to New York City, heads straight for the car. This carriage is nothing like the ones in Central Park, though. It’s falling apart, and the horse looks like it just dropped one of the four horsemen of the apocalypse off after a long

In the past, I always love riding horses especially when my father is present, but it's different now. If I'm going to ride a horse, I will bring a crossbow and shoot all of those people that caused our death in the past. "That's too bad, Caspian and I loved riding horses." Of course, you love it very much. Since both of you died while riding a horse in the past. You were chased by those flying arrows until you died together with your horse. Caspian even died before you, his horse slipped on the cliff together with Caspian.

Another had a hollow chest. They didn't hate me. They didn't even hate Julian. They hated the "Order" that had let them die nine times without helping. One of the ghosts—Life Four, the one with the slit throat—reached out and grabbed the Priest’s ankle with a hand made of solid shadow. Silas gasped, his light flickering as the cold of the grave touched him. "What is this? Begone, foul spirits! I am a servant of the Light!" "We are the debt," the ghosts whispered in unison, their voices a chilling wind that blew out the Priest’s magical fire. "And we have come to collect from the one who dares to end our final sister. She is the only one of us who fought back."

“I was pissed they did this to me and pissed Jared fucked me over so I said fuck it and fuck you. You mated the bitch and killed Jared. I have held Scarlet responsible for a long time. She left our pack and deserted us and then showed back up as you as her mate? Now she acts like she cares? So for the past few months, I decided to teach all you people a lesson. Don’t fuck over your hired helpers. After I wiped out Montana, Washington was next. Or Is…” “What did you make to put in our water?” I asked through clenched teeth. “A liquid form of cobalt and magnesium. At high enough levels, you will die of an overdose. Shut down major organs and eventually the low blood pressure will kill you. Pai

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 mobilized.”

Alexa explained as Gabe continued to give her an extremely confused look. "You know Death. From the folklore." She sighed at Gabe who continued to look at her like he didn't understand a thing she said. "His name is Abraham Van Brunt. He is a revenant. Traditional folklore holds that the Horseman was a Hessian trooper who was killed during the Battle of White Plains on 28 October 1776. He was decapitated by a cannonball, and the shattered remains of his head were left on the battlefield while his comrades and troops hastily carried his body away." "Thanks for the quick run down in history Alexa." Gabe said, "But what the hell is that guy doing here?"