The Four Horsemen Laura Thalassa Novels & Stories

"What do you mean?" "Just what I said. I heard Dagon myself, all of his brothers are after her, and once he discovers her, so will their father." A silence settled over the group. It was broken by Holly. "I really hate being talked about like I don't exist. Can you please explain what's going on? The Four Horsemen herald the end of the world, don't they? Why would they want anything to do with me?" "Your soul," Lachesis answered. "Holly, you're you, but your soul has lived many lifetimes now. It makes you a target to those that devour souls."

I say quietly. Lucian curses under his breath. “Sebastian?” I don’t answer. Eighty figures step forward from the darkness. Black cloaks. Silver blades. Their eyes glow faintly in the dim light. Mer men. These ones carry the scent of royal territory. Sebastian. My lips slowly curl into a smile. “You people really don’t value your lives.” One of them steps forward. Tall. Scar across his jaw. His voice is cold. “Cassain Thoraex”

She’d already answered five texts, three calls, and at least one semi-coherent voicemail from a witch in Iceland who claimed she saw a “blonde horse goddess galloping through the mist like a sign from Freya.” Isolde and Nalia were curled on the couch like fashionable war generals, their eyes flicking over a shared laptop screen. Tora had taken over the breakfast bar, sorting through a stack of reports like she was still in a war tent. Chelsea sat cross-legged on the floor, mindlinking faster than her fingers could type. Serenya stood near the fire, her arms crossed tightly across her chest. She had the air of someone trying not to come undone. Cheyenne paused in her pacing long enough to nod

“They try to rattle who they can while they can. It's all they can do, try to feed off your fear.” “Pussies,” Orion spat spitefully as we laughed softly. “Hey,” a warm, sleek voice pulled my attention. “Theo,” I muttered, tucking my hair back to conceal how red my face was. “Can I sit there?” He pointed at the last chair by my side. “Sorry, handsome,” Orion replied. “The seat is reserved for our friend.” “Oh.” “I don't mind,” the devil himself, Tristan, surfaced. His shirt seemed to be missing the top buttons, exposing the scar that ran across his chest.

The whirlwind howled through the dark realm, filled with Thana’s laughter as she hurtled toward her foe. Lara stood at the entrance of Thana's lair, her heart pounding in her chest, every muscle in her body tensed for battle. The air was thick with the stench of decay and ancient, cursed magic. As the whirlwind approached, Lara held her ground, her eyes blazing with defiance. Suddenly, Thana materialized in front of her in a violent burst of energy, her black robes billowing as she hovered in the air like a dark goddess. Her eyes, burning with hatred, bore into Lara’s soul.

LARRY. "I swear I am fucking going to kill that bastard." Lucas yelled, enraged. I entered the meeting hall and then saw an opened coffin wrapped with a ribbon, inside the coffin is the corpse of the messenger we sent to deliver the heads to the white moon pack, I growled in anger. Xander is crossing the line. He can't just go on killing people without a reason. Lucas growled and yelled. "That guy better not...." He could not finish his statement when he was rudely interrupted.

Stars sparkled within his translucent body, and his voice echoed like the whispers of ancient nebulae. Third was Levana, the Moon Mistress. She appeared as a serene figure, her skin pale and luminous like the moon at midnight. Her hair flowed like silver rivers, and her eyes were deep pools of liquid night, reflecting the phases of the moon. Fourth was Thalassia, the Ocean Keeper. Her form was fluid and ever-changing, shifting from water to ice to mist. Her eyes were the color of the deepest seas, and she exuded a calm yet formidable power, like the tide that shapes the shores.

I spit in her face. Lily smacks my face, her face is boiled in anger. She would have done more if not for Alpha Ezequiel and Luna Aria coming in at the moment but the person accompanying them puts me in awe - the shaman of the midnight pack. He cringes when his eyes meet mine, he does not know what he is involved with until now that he is here. “You did not tell me that the omega you were talking about is the Luna of Dark Howlers pack, Zane’s wife?” The shaman gulps nervously.

A powerful scream that I could barely recognize my own voice because of that. And when I fell on the tiled floor I saw Lisa, dead. The whole place was silent, the light was out throughout Midnight. Right before the moon turns back to its original color, I saw my reflection on the broken glass, near my feet. Long white hair, red eyes, fangs, root-ink visible veins. And my forehead ... It has a Zirconia moon's mark, which is shining. My tears started to flow. The moon is back to normal. I just knelt down in front of Acheron and cried hugging his body again. That's when someone appeared and it was Aunt Laura.

“She is a new member of the family and I hope you all make her feel welcome. Now, Mr Connaught has arranged a special treat for you all while you get to know each other as you will be spending a lot more time together.” With that, Ms Thorton turned on her heel and walked away, her heels click-clacking over the terracotta until even Thalia couldn’t hear her with her preternatural hearing. Silence filled the sunroom as the girls stared at each other for a few moments, each one assessing the other. Thalia had already determined that the girls before her were human although she had known that already. Ms Thorton had mentioned it just a week ago. What she didn’t know was if these girls knew what