The Four Horsemen Novels & Stories

"A secret kept since long before your mother’s grandmother walked this mountain. A secret about us." He gestured between himself and Horne. "The Elder Council was not always a bureaucracy of paper and laws," Thorpe revealed. "In the beginning... before the treaties... we were not just administrators. We were The Four." Damon frowned, his glass pausing halfway to his mouth. "The Four?" "Earth. Water. Air. Fire," Horne recited the words like a penance. "We were the original Elementals. One Elder for each pillar of nature." The silence in the room was absolute. Jax straightened up from the wall he was leaning on.

he calmly muttered, opposite of the raging storm inside him. — And thus was how they stand as the four horsemen of the rebels in the woods around the Capital. Beside him were the Lords of the House of Vampires and Trolls and Duke Hyvern from the House of Men. The four of them were the strongest in the ranks and lead strategists, and this was the start of the siege. The commencement of the abolishment of the Mair Empire.

What were these people up to? It was then I saw the sign tattooed at the back of one of their palms. Bounty hunters! Harold had taken time to teach me about them. A faction of humans who spent their time hunting for every kind of supernatural. They were deadly and would detect one within the radius of their operation. I am beginning to sweat now. My wolf was also feeling angry at this point which was when I noticed them bringing out an instrument. It looked like a compass but I could tell this was showing them direction.

Then another shiver, a bad one, came over me as I considered the possibility that Warren had taken me captive before I’d escaped. “What about the rest of the horsemen?” I asked. “Three more will be coming, right? Have you guys seen any signs of their coming? Earthlings will be terrified, and if they find out Warren is still hanging around, stirring shit, there’ll be riots everywhere. And who’s the fourth horseman that’s supposed to be coming?” I didn’t even realize that I was mumbling until Jason rubbed his hand up and down my arm to calm me down. This new, dark fear felt so personal that I could barely breathe. “Deathroh,” Fin offered. "The god of death."

She opened the door. The clearing in front of the lodge was full. Forty riders in the dark, their pale horses standing in formations that were disciplined and precise, their black coats absorbing what little light came from the clouded sky. Three Watchers stood at the front of the formation — silver armor, crackling blue staves, masks etched with divine script. They were different from the five who had come to the lodge four nights ago. Bigger. Older in the way that divine things were old — not aged, but accumulated.

A frown appeared between my brows at the sight of four pairs of polished shoes and then I looked up with widened eyes and bated breath to see them. The four Alphas stood by the door, staring at me with open fixation.

And lastly, a white horse with a glorious rider, bright and he was war. Fire suddenly was raised around them and their colours became indefinite as all that was seen was red flames. "Arise and ride with chaos for you are the harbingers of the Apocalypse." Azazel yelled with a voice that reached the skies. The dust of the desert formed three beings, and they rode on the horses that matched their colours. Born By Power : Chaos And Apocalypse Chapter 7 Horsemen

"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."

Killing a priest was considered to be a sin worth enough to land at the deepest point of Tartarus for at least a century with no hopes of salvation. On seeing the steatite black squared seal with the face of Athena, goddess of wisdom marked upon it, the riders started whispering uneasily among themselves. They were not expecting such an intervention on their way. They probably thought these young kids to be either homeless or rich enough to be looted. Then from the middle of the group, emerged a single black-maned horse with a tall erect posed rider upon it. All parted to let the rider come in view. He was a man of early forties with an aura that undoubtedly spoke of him being the leader.

Cain said dryly, adjusting his midnight tie, which held an identical crescent shaped moon on its neck. “Just because I represent day, doesn’t mean I vanish at night.” Helios rolled his eyes. “Is it impossible for you two not to argue?” Erebos, the one I had named Sunset, shook his head. The four had appeared through tendrils of smoke and shadow, brought here by Dain. They stood around us, warriors carved from marble and granite, protecting the Houses they supported. It was their presence that helped draw even more attention, making people stumble and come to a halt.