Marvel Apocalypse Horsemen Novels & Stories

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?"

The man on horse was wrapped in good silk clothes letting everyone know who he was and what status he held in that society. “Why are you still standing here and wasting my time? Didn’t you hear me?” The man yelled on top of his lungs over those laborers grabbing attention from each passer-by. People despised those humans. They were called 'THE SOOPERS’. THE SOOPERS’ were none other than humans thrown into slavery when bought from the human residences by Vampires. Yes, this land and kingdom belonged to a Vampire.

Chapter Five Veyra’s POV The next morning, I woke earlier than usual. I had barely slept after everything that happened the previous day, and the conversation between Cairos and Orien kept returning to my mind no matter how many times I tried to push it away. I got dressed for work and left after making sure Zuri is okay too. The moment I stepped outside, I stopped. Cairos was already seated in his car, ready to leave. There was only one private car in the entire Underworld, and it belonged to Cairos. Most people moved around in military transports or settlement vehicles because fuel and working roads had become too valuable after the apocalypse.

Mara gripped my arm. We stood there, frozen. Waiting. It wasn’t a war cry. It wasn’t the mournful howl of loss. But it wasn’t joy either. The sound grew louder—faster. Then the first horses appeared through the dust—two of them. Warriors. Bloodfang warriors. Their faces were worn, smeared with dirt and exhaustion. Their armor was scratched. Then more came—on foot and horseback. At least a dozen. Then more. The street outside the Alpha’s house filled in minutes.

If it weren’t for these bastards we would be with her now. Several rogues try to attack Apollo from behind and bite into his back which only makes him angrier. He grabs the rogues off his back and snaps the rogue’s back in two before discarding the body onto the ground. He turns and plunges his claws right into another a pulls out the heart. The chaos begins to die down and I can see loved ones being united. “Alpha, the girls are safe. We have a few injured but they will live. We have a few captured along with Lloyd,” Hunter reports.

Only now did I feel the shock of those three hammer strikes, still traveling up from my wrist to the base of my skull. "Found it." Jake pulled a folder out of the bottom drawer. A gold-embossed snake on the cover, thick as a novel. He set it on the table and opened it. There were seven files inside, each cover stamped with a code, a name, a photo. The first one was mine. S01-001 / Denielle Chase. Season 1's final survivor. Co-founder of Ouroboros Media. Season 7 identity: technical engineer. A line in red in the notes field — "Memory wiped. This season's only unwitting participant."

Jasper said with palpable excitement, offering his hand for a handshake. Moments later, the vehicle door opened, and a man got down from it with a gun in his hands. He had sharp facial features, his military uniform looked spotless, and he looked cold and unapproachable. However, when he fixed his gaze on me, a smile broke out on his face. "You were even more capable than I imagined, Ari!" he said. The people around us recognized him at once. They exclaimed, "Oh my god! Isn't this Colonel Leo Johnston, from Camp Arthor?"

The group of thugs who had been hacking at the door below had their jaws to the ground, nearly dropping their steel pipes. "What... What kind of trick is this?" Before they could react, the group of zombies at the alley entrance smelled fresh humans and roared as they pounced. The thugs screamed in terror and scattered, leaving Uncle Adam hanging alone in mid-air. "Help! Help! Thomas, Monica, Alissa! Pull me up!" Looking at the rotting, festering faces below, Uncle Adam was terrified. He desperately twisted his body like a dehydrated jerky in mid-air.

She was alive and they had Valentino. Miles gathered her up in his arms and hugged her. She was okay. And yet, things between them had changed. "Holy fucking shit," Harper said, his voice echoing from above and through the comm unit. "What?" Logan barked. "It's Ramon. It's the Horseman. Green fucking shot him," Harper said with growing excitement. Miles didn't know who that was or why it was significant. He was too lost himself standing on the edge of a divide that hadn't been there yesterday.

Daniel Hart had betrayed Ava before he died. That was the clean version. The real version was uglier, because betrayal rarely arrived wearing its own face. It arrived as deadlines, fear, a signature at the bottom of a corporate nondisclosure agreement, a promise that one leak would save more people than silence. Then the apocalypse came, and Daniel had become the Corpse Groom. Even dead, he was still being used. The contracts in his open chest fluttered like trapped birds. Ava walked to the boundary line before I could stop her.