The Four Horsemen Novels & Stories

Even his own father, Zeus, said that Ares was the most hated Olympian god. 2. The battle gear of the god of war. As the god of war, Ares is equipped with various kinds of war equipment. Ares has a bronze-tipped spear and a very luminous set of armor (helmet, shield, belt, gaiters). He also has a golden chariot drawn by four immortal horses. Uniquely, the four horses can each spit fire. The horses are Aithon (Red Fire), Konabos (Chaos), Phgios (Fire) and Fobos (Fear).

The once fierce warriors now faced a daunting reality, their spirits shaken by the loss of their esteemed commander. As the Merlocks stood in stunned silence, a thunderous cacophony of galloping hooves reverberated across the battlefield, piercing through the chaos. The ominous sound, akin to the herald of death, sent shivers down the spines of the bewildered Merlocks. Their eyes widened in disbelief as they beheld the approaching humans, mounted upon towering warhorses, clad in formidable armour that gleamed in the sunlight. The rhythmic pounding of hooves echoed like a war drum, each step resonating with a sense of impending doom.

"What do you mean by that? You pretend you don't know us? Oh, or did you have amnesia after the accident?" "Remember this carefully!" another said. "We are masters of dorm two and loyal supporters of B4. Who was it that you swore at? Immediately correct your words, loser!" "Well, he's right. It doesn't matter if you are the brightest student in this school; if you insult Hunter Abraham and the other members of B4, then you will have to face us!" "B4!" Jonea grinned. "True to their name—BEASTS Four, the four of them are monsters!"

Jean kept quiet about the meaning of it but you could see the pity in his eyes when he looked at Teagan. Mine was shown last. Was the largest of the three. A wolf head, snarling with spit flying all around. A skull on its head, smaller by comparison but a wolf's nonetheless. The words Memento Mori are written elegantly at the bottom. I smiled at Jean, pouring my adoration of the piece into every part of my body.

He looked up again and glanced at me before looking directly at Elias. “All my research points to these princes also being known as the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.”

I have a job I need them to do" maestro said In the mildest of tones, still not raising up his head. Zeke stared down more closely, paying attention to the contact information Maestro just handed over to him. His eyes bulged out in astonishment Nas he read out the name "sir? The four horsemen?!" Chuckling behind his mask, maestro nodded his head in affirmation as he replied " yes boy. The bitch is finally going down for good this time".

When facing a battle, the most important thing for a Wolf is to believe in his leader. After a while came what the Nolan group feared, their enemy. The opponent has three people, a wolf with yellow fur and a wolf with red fur walking ahead. The wolf with black fur walked behind the other two, his blue eyes making the viewer feel fear. This group of assassins was very different from the usual ones who used to hide and sneak attacks on the Ezra people. But these guys came to be strangely arrogant and cavalier. Had it not been for the declaration of war befra's group would have thought they had come to make friends.

Inside was a beautiful silver bracelet with four small charms, a sword, a book, a moon, and a wolf paw. “Marcus,” I breathed, “this is gorgeous, but, ” “Each charm represents one of us,” he explained quickly. “The sword is Darius, the book is me, the moon is Zane, and the paw is Kael. So you can always have us with you, even when, especially when, ” He stopped, his cheerful mask slipping for just a second. “When what?” I asked gently. “Nothing,” he said, forcing the smile back. “Just… always.”

I was seeing different angles of the fight as it took place. Horsemen were the first to lunge out of the dark Rifts. They were creatures that had the upper body of men and their lower body was horse body and legs. They were fast and deadly. They brandished spears and crossbows. I watched in a mixture of awe and terror as they tore through the werewolves. They were killed with precise efficiency. However, what appalled me the most were the casual silence of the Alphas.

“The stronger the wolf, the more mates they can sustain bonds with. Four mates means you’re much more powerful than anyone knows.” Despite the indignation that coursed through me—having a fourth mate felt like a curse, not a blessing—part of me was curious about what this mysterious fourth mate might be like. Was he another cocky asshole like Lucas? Another brooding jerk like Rowan? Or something else entirely? But mostly, I just hoped I never ran into him. Three mates were already more trouble than I knew what to do with. “Can we continue training?” I asked. “I want to get stronger so I can figure out how to deal with the Elders.”