Horseman Supernatural Novels & Stories

Traditional folklore holds that the Horseman was a Hessian trooper who was killed during the Battle of White Plains on October 28, 1776. He was decapitated by a flying 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 responded, “But why the bloody hell is he attacking our pack? what the hell do that guy want?” I said as I left my office, “He is here for Isabelle. He is after her, just like every other monster. I have to take care of him myself.” Gabe trailed behind me and asked, “What can we do?” I was reassured, “Make sure everyone is safe. I’ll

Not like she was supporting the enemy which was actually Clara and Kieran, but they were kicking some home world butt. “And you got it” Ronnie said and she didn’t like her tone. “You’re lying”. “Not like I care or anything, but Supernaturals are dying. Just a reminder”. The seal was close enough to what she saw. She had seen it in her mind and it was close. The wings were on her back now and Ronnie had a smirk and Danny grabbed her by her wrist and she was glowing purple. “Like hell I’ll let you out of my sight”. And they made their way to the battlefield. She had arrived just in time to see spinning death going towards every soldier. The power alone radiating off of it scared her. But she d

I’d learned about the second horseman from the textbooks and classes in the Shifters Uni. Warren had come two centuries ago, clad in black armor and riding a red horse, with an god spear strapped behind his back. He’d brought global war, the worst kind, to Earth. After he left, humankind and supernaturals tried to rebuild civilization, but a lot of technology was gone forever. There were no more satellites, and the idea of space travel or any sort of air travel became an unrealistic dream. Magic, however, returned in half-force. That was why the supernaturals traveled through leylines, even though the portals were unstable and dangerous.

he said. "Which of them?" "Oh not the girl's mother. I am talking about the witch," he said. The infernal seemed to be shocked and the boss turned to Hamon and gave him the signal he had been waiting for. Hamon took two steps back and banged the door. The door creaked open and six huge monstrosities walked inside. "Hey," the infernal said, not once even once glancing at the newcomers. "You killed her, I saw you do it. You ass, I held her in my hands goddamn it!!" He screamed, walking forward.

Losing Christian meant losing his heir, his legacy, everything he'd built. “You would choose her over your pack?” Harold asked, his voice deadly quiet. “I would choose her over corruption,” Christian shot back. “Over lies and betrayal and selling pack members to hunters.” Oh, shit. Christian knew about Harold's deals with the supernatural hunters. This was about to get very messy. That's when car headlights swept across the forest. Every wolf turned toward the approaching vehicle, supernatural senses going on high alert. The scent signature was unfamiliar, carrying notes of mountain air and something else that made my stomach clench with recognition.

“No, Angel. Today, we’ll have to raise a strong undead. This horse will not only retain his memory, mind and his own body. He’ll turn into a shellmouger. The monster sometimes called Scarlet Hoof. He’s a rare one, and he almost never appears naturally, without a necromancer’s help. And that’s because the monster requires an enormous amount of magic. “Reive, but I can’t...” “You’ll need an invocation of the sixth level,” Reive interrupted her. “You will repeat it after me.” “But my power doesn’t extend beyond the first level!” The necromancer sighed. Why did she question his words all the time? “You must do only what I say,” he said patiently. (“Remember, Reive, it’s not easy to be a teacher!

“The Horsemen? Like in the legends? The Horsemen of the Apocalypse?!” Oh, Goddess! That exists? “Yes, every few millennia, we reincarnate as different supernatural creatures, coming into our true power when our human vessels reach the age of eighteen. It’s a cycle we’ve been bound to since the beginning,” he explains, his voice a mix of resignation and pride. I try to wrap my head around the enormity of what he’s saying. The form I saw… was Ruin’s true form; a Horseman. “So, you’re... immortal?”

Cameron grinned holding out his offerings. “You eat it. You need the sugar. What was that about?” Rhett asked. “I don’t know,” Jules shook his head slowly. “But that Van Helsing isn’t human. Have you ever heard of a non-human Van Helsing before? It seems… wrong. A bit f-ked up. A supernatural working with humans determined to end supernaturals.” “Really f-ked up,” Casey corrected. “How’d you know?” Rhett leaned against Cameron’s side, seeking the comfort of contact with his mate.

’ Anjana’s face turned pale. ‘Don’t worry; I am saying that as he is the Shiva’s gift. He is part of Shiva. And as Shiva he will also destroy the phoney arrogance of others.’ ‘Oh! Then what’s your suggestion?’ ‘HANUMAN – Destroyer of Phoney Arrogance.’ *****

“Humans are strange creatures.” Samael nods. “Yeah, but you have to admit, the stories were entertaining. Perhaps we can go see that new one about the woman who is possessed by a demon?” He wiggles his eyebrows. “That pretty human I met at the club last night also asked me to go with her and her friend to the mall. We can go to see the movie afterward.” “Sorry, mate. I’ll have to decline your invitation. I’m not interested in going on a date with a human.”