Novel & Cerita Marvel Apocalypse Horsemen

The steeds of the Headless Horsemen started to whine and neigh. Each of their emerald green eyes carried wicked contempt as they locked onto Zephyr. They stared at his energy signature with greedy hunger, it was as though they wished to devour it. ‘There’s too many of them…’ Zephyr thought. Although they had not begun to battle, he could tell from their energy signature it would be a challenging one to overcome. This unsettled him greatly. He started to wonder if he should have brought some other Supreme Peak apprentices along as backup. Before Zephyr could further think about the potential threat he was about to encounter, the Horsemen made their move.

After a meeting was held between the top officials of the two countries, they decided to fight to their death. Yesterday, the ancient martial arts world, Dragun Squad, Klock, and the major Demigods joined forces to fight Apophis in a duel at Mount Rospids.

A unit attacking Cyrus felt wrong to the core. Cyrus did not share the outrage. "Kenneth, they aren't what they used to be. The apocalypse changes people. The ones left standing form an armed organization. They serve only their own structure. You understand? "Aside from stricter discipline and their origin before the collapse, they are no different from the Titan Gang or the Mad Wolves we wiped out. Everyone fights for resources to survive. Killing comes with it. I'm used to it." He spoke lightly. Kenneth fell silent. For him, this was a heavy blow.

Dad is covered in blood and is showing no mercy as he bulldozes through enemy, killing everyone in his path. They are scared, as they should be. As the rogues flee from dad, they are stopped and trampled by a herd of horses. I look at Aspen confused but he appears more shocked than anything. The horses are deliberately targeting the rogues and leaving our warriors alone. What is going on?

I was seeing different angles of the fight as it took place. Horsemen were the first to lunge out of the dark Rifts. They were creatures that had the upper body of men and their lower body was horse body and legs. They were fast and deadly. They brandished spears and crossbows. I watched in a mixture of awe and terror as they tore through the werewolves. They were killed with precise efficiency. However, what appalled me the most were the casual silence of the Alphas.

He gently caressed her cheek with his palm and she swatted him away like an annoying fly still glaring waiting for his answer. "A demon Ally and next to Lucifer you’re THE demon. Your fate is to be the queen of darkness here on this plain, as is it mine to be your King." Drake had never felt so proud and the more she resisted him the more he wanted her. " Queen. Apocalypse. Yours. I don’t think so. Why would I want to help bring about the apocalypse? My father might be a demon, but my mother was human. Part of me is still human. So don't sit there and start with this fate crap because I make my own fate. I refuse to believe that this is the only way." She said it with full hearted conv

he calmly muttered, opposite of the raging storm inside him. — And thus was how they stand as the four horsemen of the rebels in the woods around the Capital. Beside him were the Lords of the House of Vampires and Trolls and Duke Hyvern from the House of Men. The four of them were the strongest in the ranks and lead strategists, and this was the start of the siege. The commencement of the abolishment of the Mair Empire.

she asked softly, fingertips still on the horse's withers as if she received strength from the horse. Atlas, of course, held steady. He was bred to be a warhorse and, more importantly, a horse of Ares. Like any animal, horses can sense certain dangers. As an Ares, similar yet different from a Hades, I am seen as dangerous to animals. I clicked once as I guided Atlas into a turn to head back to the healing tents my group had brought the members of Apollo House to. "If it wasn't, I was not told. I named him four years ago when I chose him as my horse." I explained.

On the inside, he was crumbling. Warriors growled out, some holding spears, while others shifted. “You killed ‘ya mother and ‘ya fathar, killed an entire tribe because of yar greed.” Apollo’s finger pointed at Adam. “An entire tribe wiped out because of tha black magic laced with blood of dragons,” he hissed. Yer a traditor to yer kind!"

I was surprised that the whole pack was there to witness Apollo’s ascension to Black Moon pack’s Alpha and mine as the Luna. The Shaman chanted incantations in front of the deities in the temple. He had taken a dagger that was present over there and asked Apollo to give his hand. He made a cut right in the center of his palm. As soon as he did that, blood started dripping from his hand. One by one the wolves of the pack came and sucked blood from him, swearing their allegiance to him. I was amazed by the fact that Apollo withstood all of it like rock. If I had been there, I was sure that my head would have reeled or I would have collapsed. But Apollo—he didn’t even waver a bit. That potent w