Marvel Apocalypse Horsemen Novels & Stories

“There is a party of humans approaching the mountains on horseback waving a white flag.” Thaelen turned to look, missing the moment Jaylin launched into the obstacles of the gauntlet, dodging spikes, uneven footing, and swinging pendulum. Haethnir was right. The humans had sent a party of horsemen across the plains, their hooves kicking up a tail of dust behind them, and their lead horseman waving a white flag. “Well?” Haethnir asked Thaelen. The wind caught the other vampire’s hair, blowing it across his face.

That fear overrode the fear they had of the army before them. “Halt!” a wielder in front of the Eastern Empire’s army commanded, and the entire army stopped their march with great discipline. There were three men leading the charge. All of them sat on large war horses with red manes. These horses were called Red Maned Horses and were the fastest creatures amongst creatures on the same level. So basically, a 3rd stage earth realm red maned horse was faster than any other creature in the 3rd stage of the earth realm. They were difficult to breed and very expensive. The three men slowly rode forward, leaving the army behind them. Two of them rode behind the one in the middle. The helmets on the

I recognized it immediately as the Snickering Bovine. All that stood between us and it was a group of infected Mekrans, flailing toothsome tentacles and axe-like hands. “Wait,” said Loretta, and pointed to a pair of abandoned clockwork horses. They stood completely stationary only a few feet away. Sven mounted one, and Loretta hopped up behind him, holding on to his torso. I took the other horse. Sven kicked a lever with his boot, and the horse sprung to life. He galloped into the crowd of Uncivil. I did the same on my own steed, and soon the we were riding through the sea of monsters, slashing them as we went.

“Timothy’s my little brother. He’s a player, and a charmer, and maybe a better rider even than Katie. He’s also… Uh. Um. Okay. Blackmarsh… chooses its master. Or mistress, but at the moment, the head of the family is Tony, so Tony is the master of Blackmarsh, but Tony has physical limitations, so Tim is his deputy. Tim commands the Marsh. Or maybe can let the Marsh command him. Or maybe it’s both. He becomes a sort of human-marsh hybrid demigod thing. The rest of the time Tim usually acts like a giant goofball. Don’t fall for the act. “So that’s the adults. The kids will be at school, they won’t get back until later. Dhriti and Jasmit are fourteen and not twins. Nick and Nat are eleven, and

They had already offered to take her in if nobody objected to it. “Were the other fuckheads compliant?” I asked them. Apollo pushed the sleeve of his shirt up to show me his forearm. I grimaced when I realized he was bitten and not in a good way. The culprit must have tried to rip his arm open. “He might have suffered a broken hand, dislocated shoulder, and a busted face. Don’t listen to a fucking word he says though. He walked into that door,” Apollo defended himself. “Five times,” Bronx said, snorting.

"The Apostles... they aren't attacking us. They’re using the global stabilization frequency you just established as a back-door! They’re slaving the minds of every wolf you just saved!" I looked at the courtyard through the shattered viewports. Marek, the Alpha of the Southern Cross—the man who had knelt to Leo only hours ago—was standing at the head of a new phalanx. But his eyes weren't gold anymore. They were voids of silver-gray light, his neck clicking with that mechanical, rhythmic stutter. The people I saved were now the ones holding the scythe.

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

Before Evander could explain the situation ahead, the foreman's voice and those of the representatives from the base rang out loudly. “Everyone back inside the base!” "The attack unit will hold off the monsters. So get out of here quickly!" Hearing that, Poppy no longer needed to listen to Evander's explanation to know what was happening on the front lines. “We have to get out of here immediately. I see that the monsters attacking are Ogres, they are very dangerous,” said Evander, tightening his grip on Poppy's hand. While running for her life, Poppy glanced back, and sure enough, she could see the attack unit had begun to hold back the monsters that were attacking the base.

Worry and fear were etched all over her face, and before I asked her what was wrong, I caught a shadow from the corner of my eyes. My eyes narrowed at a tall, mysterious-looking man standing by the door behind my dad, who at first I thought was Hunter. But when I looked closer, I realized it was not him, but the spitting image of Hunter Ysrael. No, the original image and father of Hunter Ysrael, Alpha Marcus of the Cruelcrest Hounds pack. He was wearing all black, from the bulky leather coat, black slacks, to black ankle boots. Anyone would mistake him as a nightcrawler if he keeps popping up in the shadows. But more importantly, what is he doing here?

The noise of the bone cracking was loud enough to reach his ears. Two other men came to stop him when one of them was taken down by Draken. Draken and his men have arrived. Hunter killed the other guy and the blood spurts out and falls on his face. Rasmus covered for him as he made his way to the hall. With each passing second his heart was dropping further. He noticed that most of Alonso's men were killed by the vampires. As he got closer to the door he felt something tingling inside him. With a low growl, he kicked the huge double doors open and came to a halt in the hall.