The Four Horsemen Novels & Stories

"THE Masked?" Everyone is staring at Black, wearing puzzled looks. They've been thinking if he's near to totally losing his mind that he's blabbering things out of their topic so much. It didn't brush his smile off though. He let out a chuckle, darting Ela a look. "Do you know the Four Horsemen?"

If one will look straight ahead of them. Each of the sections of the Rhapsody Swamp exits is also assigned to a mythological creature, collectively known as the Four Symbols. These creatures are the Azure Dragon of the East, the White Tiger of the West, the Black Tortoise of the North, and the Vermillion Bird of the South. "How are we going to travel to the Kingdom of Corona from here???" Audrey asked the main problem. Since they have not yet to reach their true destination, hey still have to travel for quite a distance.

All I remember about the four horsemen is that they protected the Amory and flew through the sky on horseback, but they are rarely spoken of. “Do you remember seeing Amory Cruz and his guards on TV? We have not publicly talked about them using the title of horsemen in generations. That does not change their original title though and the fact they are still around. Each horseman represents a faction, they are chosen by you, which is what that power slipping earlier did. Arcas initiated them when he slipped out. The last horsemen died protecting the Amory, which is what should happen. Now you need time with this, speak with your friends and family. We will move

"Yeah, but I'm a branch member." Kurai changed the subject. "How the hell do you know that? What's the point of telling us this?" Yuto smiles sadistically again. "You really don't know, do you? Every few thousand years, the personification of power appears in the mortal realm. All the imugi and gangcheori as well as all inferior dragons are gonna try to get their hands on it. That is what is causing this storm. The Dragons are gonna fight each other, causing a storm, sometimes a hurricane."

Callie's eyes widened in incredulity. "The apocalypse?" "Armageddon, Ragnarok, and whatever you want to call it." "And two ghosts–" He corrected. "Witnesses." "–are a sign that the world is going to end?" "It’s the first sign. There will be others." "Like?" "War, famine, plague, death," he listed off. "The Four Horsemen of the apocalypse will come and wreak havoc while we’re powerless to stop it."

All sides of the underworld gathered to witness the games, which will determine the underworld's new queen. Four presences materialized beside me, Death, War, Famine, and Pestilence, and all bowed to me. Nodding my head in acknowledgement, they were the horsemen of doom, lethal and immortal. They serve the King of the Underworld, and they will destroy, alongside me, the worlds, when the timing is right.

The whole place was white and the only sound she was hearing was the sound of wind. "Are you all scared of me? Show your cowardly faces!" Sonia shouted. There was no answer and it got Sonia more infuriated. "You all are pathetic deities who do nothing but live up here" There appeared before her four beings all on horses and she knew who they were. She had read about the FOUR HORSEMEN OF THE APOCALYPSE. The first one was death and his brother Hades, whose brother was Ariel, whose brother was Baphometh; they were the guardians of the portal.

Ruin War-torn battlefields and the stench of death have been my home for centuries, carving scars on my soul that mirror the carnage I’ve witnessed—and caused. A creature of destruction, condemned to forever walk this earth. Before this lifetime they used to speak my name in whispers. I was known as Conquest, the rider on the white horse. The first Horsemen to signify the end times, but oh, how wrong they were. We’ve been here since the Gods created us; watching, waiting.

Horses screamed as stables were set ablaze, and Empire officers barked orders in panic, unable to comprehend the invisible force dismantling their infrastructure before their very eyes. Inside one of the fortified garrisons, an Empire noble lord clutched his gilded breastplate, his face drenched in sweat. "We’re being destroyed from the shadows! This is not a battle, it’s slaughter! Who is responsible for this?!" A terrified messenger, barely keeping his composure, stammered, "It’s the Aeternum, my lord… they wield weapons that spit fire and strike from afar like the gods themselves! We can’t—"

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.