Marvel Apocalypse Horsemen Novels & Stories

“Infected.” The silence changed. Evelyn felt it move through the compound, confusion first, then unease. Mark continued before anyone could interrupt him. “The highway was empty. Gas stations, parking lots, and side roads. We should have seen dozens. We should have cleared every stop.” Caleb’s expression darkened. “But you didn’t.” “No.” Mark glanced toward the main cabin, toward the map waiting inside. “It looked like the apocalypse packed up and left.” Nobody laughed. The image was wrong.

"We've all agreed to gather at a designated assembly point first." He turned to Ivy and Darren. "Are you both ready, Captain Ivy... Darren?" "Sure," Ivy replied without hesitation, a determined expression settling on her face. Erick nodded approvingly. "Good. Let's move." With that, he climbed into the armored command vehicle as well as Ivy, Darren, Albert. All Erick close comrade. The remaining soldiers quickly boarded their respective armored trucks. Within moments, engines roared to life, and the entire convoy rolled out of Fierce Hunter Base, disappearing onto the ruined streets of the apocalypse.

" Baby, See what that psycho did to me. She burnt my beautiful skin. I am not going to let her get away with it. She must pay for hurting me. What do you say, I send her a doctor's letter for her to compensate me for the damage she made?" Maya knew the truth but of course, Alex chose to believe what he saw. He never questioned his vision. Hence, Maya found a free horse to ride on, just for her amusement. Upon hearing her words, Alex's fist clenched into a ball. He shouldn't be missing that vicious woman.

came the reply. Before the first guy could reply, the door opened, angrily creaking and two guys with rifles walked in. They gave frightening glares. One said," Boss wants to see you, Brett. " Swallowing a lump, Brett followed the guards to the main room where cigarette smoke, booze and disappointment wafted to his nostrils. ' Boss', was a lean, muscled man with a face you wouldn't want to look at twice. A long, thin nose, sharp, cunning mouth which belonged to a clever face that was schooled to neutrality. Today, it was contorted with fury.

A golden roped hem had been hand stitched to perfection. Each man standing before the small crowd wore a pair of black, calf high, military boots. On his head, each wore a ceremonial cap matching the color of his robe. On it, were the words "Horseman" and a number; one, two, three and four. Their faces had been covered in stark white makeup with stars around the eyes and mouth matching their costume color. Each man held a leather bound book. Heath could see a vibrant picture of the planet Earth with a long, wide lightning bolt splitting the planet on it's cover. He was too far away to read the Golden writing.

Every nightmare. Apophis, god of chaos. Lilith, the original she-demon. The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Whiro, god of darkness. Lamashtu, child-devouring Mesopotamian terror. Gods. Demons. Monsters. Twisted relics of faith. The sheer evil in this room chokes the air, and if we had lungs, I doubt we could breathe. Loviatar hasn’t told us why we’re here. Just that this “meeting” will help restore our strength. She promised vengeance. I believed her.

Marcus builds it up, making us all wait. “Pepper and Biscuit? I’ll have you know those mighty animals are named Apollo and Helios. Gods! They’re the gods of the horse world. Pepper and Biscuit? Shame on you!” I look at Ayr and see his blue eyes twinkling with amusement, a smile playing on his face. I can’t help laughing, the beer and good food kicking in. “But what if I want to borrow that nice brown horse of yours next?” “You mean Ares,” he answered haughtily. “His name is Ares because he’s a noble, epic steed. Like his rider,” pointing at himself and adding a wink for extra foolishness.

She whispered and Declan almost blew up at the entourage of vampires in his kingdom but Aeris patted his shoulder watching the once in a lifetime show. The vampires at one side, the wolves at another. And a final carriage rolled in, lead by a red armored man on a red horse with a devilish smile. Declan moved back once as he stared at the guy approaching on a red horse. "Hi... Brother"

The door burst open, and in stepped a group of six warriors, their horses panting and sweating from their ride. The horses were magnificent beasts, each one tall and muscular with a coat as black as the night. They snorted and pawed at the ground, their eyes wide and wild as they took in their surroundings. The men themselves were no less impressive. They were all tall and broad-shouldered, their muscles rippling beneath their leather armor. They strode towards me with confidence, their expressions serious and determined. One of them stepped forward, bowing his head respectfully. "Alpha Asher," he said, his voice ringing out in the room. "We have come with a message from the Lycan king."

"Gigatron and the Wolf Pack teamed up... how are we supposed to fight this? We aren't even in the same league..." "This is what top-tier guild power looks like? I'm feeling so hopeless right now..." "The Wild One," Gavin Wilde, stared up at the Level 6 Apache thundering overhead, his knuckles white on the steering wheel, his eyes hollow with helplessness. The middle-aged man Dean's bulldozer had also been blown apart. He and the young man crawled out, faces streaked with blood, staring blankly at the surrounding sea of flame. Was this what became of the weak?