Four Or Dead Novels & Stories

“How can I be your mate and Forrest’s mate if everybody just has one person?” The guys all fall silent and look between each other. I wonder if they’re having a silent conversation with one another through their mind connection. “We don’t know why, but you have four mates,” Forrest eventually says out loud. Four mates. Four. Not just two. Somewhere, deep down, I knew it already. But feeling it and knowing it are two very different things.

There was always a catch, Zara and I thought as I narrowed my eyes at the four sexy and brooding men sitting in seats across the table from me. “They must continue to submit to their Alpha King, and agree to a mating of his choosing, with a pod.” Colt stated clearly looking me directly in the eyes. Goddess his eyes…just looking into them made me feel all tingly all over and get all fuzzy on the inside. ‘I’m your all fuzzy inside. There ain’t no more room in here for anythin’ else! Ya got that?!’ Zara quickly interjected to remind me. I just had to chuckle at her silly snide remarks at times.

a pretty girl with blue eyes, replied. “What happened to the other eight?" The raven-haired girl asked alarm laced in her voice. "Four were murdered the night we arrived, and four were murdered yesterday. I assume, four will be murdered today as well.” My heart sank into my belly, and horrified gasps filled the air. Dismay and fear overwhelmed every one of us as the words repeated in our heads. Four will be murdered today! Who will be the four? As if to answer my question, the door was pushed open and the man with the mask walked in.

Even Luna chuckled softly, and the atmosphere grew light and cheerful—until it didn’t. The room fell silent when an elderly woman in a white hood entered, holding a wooden staff carved with light symbols. Everyone stood in respect. The seer—looked right at me. Or maybe through me. Her eyes were cloudy, ancient, and knowing. “I see four lights surrounding you, daughter of Mystic Guardian,” she said slowly. “Four bonds. Four destinies.” The room froze. “Four… mates?” Luna whispered. My breath caught. Zion stared at me, stunned, while trying to process what he’d just heard.

Then I heard what sounded like a voice among the four living creatures, saying, "A quart of wheat for a day’s wages, and three quarts of barley for a day’s wages, and do not damage the oil and the wine!" When the Lamb opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth living creature say, "Come and see!" I looked, and there before me was a pale horse! Its rider was named Death, and Hades was following close behind her. They were given power over a fourth of the earth to kill by sword, Pestilence, and plague, and by the earth’s wild beasts.” As she quotes scriptures, she throws her head back and laughs maniacally. “You don’t want to do this, Lana. Please, fight this,” I grit out.

“These four girls have been dead or reported dead. They were all the age of 9. The age you started living on your own. Which one are you?” “Can’t you leave the past alone? Why do you want to know so bad? Can’t I just design your building and leave?” Fresh tears filled my eyes as I sat down on the couch. Waylon came and sat down next to me. His hand cupped my face. “Let me help.” “Help with what? I’ve been dead for years now. They arent looking.”

Altinna will have no future beyond me, and that is not a weight I am willing to bear. Behind me, my Four wait in silence, ready to protect or attack, or silently stand in support as I do what must be done. Each of them is a piece of me. Each loves me with a burning desire that we have not yet quenched. If this is to be my last stand, I’m grateful to have them with me, ready to die or to conquer. We don’t know which yet.

“We found three children connected to the original bloodline.” The image changed. Three infant beds appeared. One marked: ZERO-A Another: ZERO-B The third: THREE I stared at the screen. Noah stepped closer. “That’s us.” My father nodded through the recording. “Yes.” Then the image changed. A fourth bed appeared. Empty. My heart stopped. “Where is the fourth?” Richard looked directly into the camera. “We thought the fourth child had died.” The room became silent. “Thought?” Lucien asked. The recording continued.

“But I'm grateful. Elena was an important part of my life, and I will always respect the memories we shared.” Vivian's expression slowly softened. She understood what he was doing. One of the guests who knew me looked at Vivian. “I remember when Elena use to come for shopping. What actually happened to her?” The room became quiet again. Adrian's hand tightened slightly around Vivian's shoulder. “She died,” he answered. The words struck me harder than I expected. Not because I didn't know he believed I was dead. But because he said it so easily. “She died in an accident,” he continued. “It was a painful period for me. I eventually had to move forward.”

“No. I mean just looked.” He turned back to me, studying my face. “Just looked.” “Yes.” “Uh-huh.” The way he said it made my stomach flip. “What happened up there?” I asked, desperate to change the subject. “Is everyone okay? Are you okay ?” “We’re fine,” he said. “They’re not.” They’re dead. He didn’t say it, but I heard it anyway. “How many?” I whispered. “Four.” He wiped his hands on his jeans, smearing blood across the dark fabric. “Sent to test our defenses. See if you were really here.”